Page 72 of Crazy for You

He turned off the road onto a paved path, and she realized they were at the bluffs. The spot where they’d shared their first kiss, right here on his motorcycle. He cut the engine, and the night fell heavy and silent around them. They were hidden from sight from the road, stars winking overhead as the forest rustled around them.

Emma took off her helmet and slid off the bike, turned, and swung around in front of him, facing him, her fingers fisted into his jacket.

“Emma.” His voice rumbled through her fingers.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

He groaned, yanking her into his lap as his lips crashed into hers. His kiss was explosive, lighting her up like a stick of dynamite. Her knees hooked over his thighs, bringing her hips against his. His hands gripped her ass, pressing her closer, rocking her against his erection.

They kissed, touching and teasing, until she was about to combust. Beneath her fingers, Ryan’s muscles were so taut she could have bounced a penny off him. She reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing down the zipper. His cock pressed into her fingers, thick and hot. Her body throbbed as she stroked him, feeling him grow even harder beneath her touch.

Ryan swore roughly, thrusting his hips into her hand.

He fumbled with the button on her jeans, shoving them down her hips. She sucked in a breath as the night air met her overheated skin. Ryan reached into his back pocket, and then he was rolling on a condom.

Sex on a motorcycle. It sounded so exciting that her whole body was humming with anticipation. The reality? Slightly less glamorous. No matter how she positioned herself above him, her jeans were in the way. She laughed as they fumbled in the moonlight, struggling frantically to bring their bodies into alignment.

“Emma,” he breathed against her neck, his arms tightening around her. She felt him smile against her skin. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?” she asked.

“You make me laugh,” he said. “I’m so hard for you right now I might just explode, and there’s a hole in the wall of my living room where I punched my fist through it just now. And…you take it all away.”

She absorbed that information, grateful to the night for hiding the love that had to be stamped all over her face. “I’m glad.”

“I can take anything with you in my arms.” He pressed his lips to hers with another kiss that stole her breath.

“Did you really punch a hole in your wall?” she asked when they’d come up for air.

“Yeah.”

“You want to tell me why?”

“Not while we’re in this position.” His hands came down to palm her bare ass. His cock strained against her belly, and her skinny jeans were still bunched around her hips like a damned chastity belt.

“I hate these jeans,” she whispered.

“I fuckin’ love them. They’re sexy as hell, but right now, they are not my favorite thing.” He smiled against her lips.

“I have an idea.” She reached down and rolled the condom off him.

Ryan let out a groan of defeat.

“Hold that thought,” she said, pressing her palm against his cock. She hitched her jeans back into place, then slid off the bike and knelt beside him.

“Emma—” he growled.

“Stay right where you are,” she whispered. She leaned in, licking the bead of moisture that had gathered at the tip of his cock. He swore, and his cock jerked against her tongue. She took his head into her mouth, licking and sucking. His hands fisted in her hair.

She tilted her head and took him all in. Her position was awkward, with one shoulder wedged against the side of his bike, her knee braced against the pavement, but as she looked up and saw him looking so sexy and badass on his bike, his head thrown back, eyes closed, it was so worth it. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

She slid him in and out of her mouth, finding the tempo he needed. He swore, the sounds coming from this throat growing increasingly desperate as she worked, until he stilled with a hoarse, “I’m going to come.”

She increased the suction with her mouth, and boy, did he ever. His whole body tensed as he came in a series of hot spurts that she swallowed, reveling in his guttural cry as he lost control.

He slumped forward, his arms shaking as he cradled her. “Fuck.”

She slid to her feet and climbed back onto the bike in front of him. “Better?”

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