Page 53 of Riding Bare

“Home,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t have come.”

His palm presses against the center of my chest, between my breasts, then glides up my throat, then my jaw, gripping me firmly there before he forces me to look directly at him. I don’t want to look into his eyes. I don’t want to look at his face.

“What’s got you so upset?” he asks, his words coming out in a slur.

I press my lips together, trying to decide if I should tell him the truth or lie. I’m not fast enough for his liking. He tilts his head to the side, his eyes searching mine, and then he smirks.

“Answer me,” he demands.

I want to lift my hand between us and slap him right across the face. I don’t do that, though. It would do more harm than good. He’s drunk, and even though he’s my husband, I don’t know how he would react after drinking this much.

“I saw you with her. It was just a shock. I wasn’t expecting it. It’s fine.”

Lies.

I am a liar, and probably a really bad one at that. Because he only smirks. He leans forward, his mouth almost touching mine. I can’t pull away from him. I’m trapped. Then I feel one of his hands grip my hip. His fingers are strong as he holds me. His arms haven’t caged me against the car, but now he’s holding me, and there’s no slipping away.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs against my mouth, “you’re so fucking cute.”

I don’t feel cute. Not at all. He doesn’t give me the chance to say that, though. His mouth touches mine. I gasp. His tongue slides inside me and swirls. He tastes me, and it’s a deep, long, practically filthy taste.

It’s perfection.

This man is perfection, and I hate myself for thinking that right now.

CHAPTER

FORTY-TWO

DARE

I consume her, my tongue tasting every square inch of her mouth. Tangling my tongue with hers, I reach between us and tug down her tight, stretchy shorts.

Her whimper causes a thrill of desire to slide down my spine.

I swallow the sound as I slide two fingers inside her warm, wet heat, moaning the moment I feel her against my fingertips, wishing it were my cock sliding inside her instead.

She rips her mouth from mine, her hands lifting to my biceps as she holds on. Her nails dig into me through the sleeves of my T-shirt. I curl my fingers inside her, making a come-hither motion as her hips buck.

Fuck, she feels good—so goddamn good.

Shifting my head back slightly, I break the kiss as I look into her eyes. Keeping my fingers inside her, still moving them, I grind my palm against her clit. She rides my hand, her lips parted, her eyes wide.

I don’t give a fuck that we’re in the parking lot of the club. I don’t give a shit about anything except making her come. My hazy mind becomes completely clear as I try to bring her closer to the edge of her release.

Chassis’s hips shift. They move. She grinds her clit against my palm as I continue to work her between the legs. I can feel her body climbing higher and higher with each stroke of my fingers inside her sweet cunt.

Her head falls back slightly, her throat openly on display for me, and I take full advantage of the sight and the opportunity. Leaning forward, I don’t stop moving my fingers, continuing their come-hither motion as I part my lips and touch them to the center of her throat.

Sucking on the flesh of her neck, I slide my lips down the column of her throat, stopping at the hollow and focusing my attention there. Her hips move faster, harder, her rhythm gone as she jerks and bucks. Her movements are enough to send me over the edge without even being inside her.

Fucking hell, I want her.

Down to my marrow, deep in my dick, I want this woman. Made for me, created for me. She is all that is perfection. I hear her gasp before I feel her pussy clench around my fingers, squeezing me, trying to keep me inside.

Lifting my head, I watch her as her orgasm rushes throughout her body. Stunning. I should take the moment to just let it soak in, but I can’t… or rather, I don’t.

I slip my fingers from inside her and quickly unbuckle my belt, my jeans, and then unzip them before I shove them down my legs.