Page 15 of His Sassy Little

The wind whipped the ends of Arabella’s hair under her helmet. It was biting cold, and she should probably be shivering, but instead she embraced the chill as wind whipped around them. She couldn’t give two fucks about the cold. In that moment, she was free and invincible. She’d never felt a rush like riding on the back of Tanner’s bike, hugged up to him, safe, secure, and liberated. When the wind slowed and he pulled into an empty field, she took a look around, seeing nothing but the too-tall grass. As he stopped and cut the engine, he pointed up.

“Look.”

Arabella’s gaze lifted to the most beautiful view of the stars she’d ever seen. It was almost like being there, in space with all the stars. It was so clear, even as she climbed down from her spot, she couldn’t take her eyes off the sight. She wasn’t sure but Arabella thought she could see the Milky Way, so many stars illuminated the night.

Arabella was beyond enchanted. Spreading her arms, she turned in circles in the middle of the field, eyes steady on the massive universe and laughed like she hadn’t laughed in years. When her head began to spin, she slowed and reluctantly tore her gaze from the sky to look at Tanner.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

She wiped at her eyes and felt a bit silly for the tears, but honestly, it had been a long time since anyone had done anything so simple just to see her smile.

There was a look in his eyes, she wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it was definitely doing funny things to her insides.

“Come here, Little Hurricane.”

Arabella didn’t hesitate for a second.

Chapter Eleven

Tanner watched in awe as Arabella made her way to him. He’d never seen someone find such enjoyment in the night sky before. She had such a love for life and found joy in the simplest of things. He wondered again how she’d found herself on that bridge last night.

Last night? It seems so much longer.

When she reached him, she simply lifted her arms. He grabbed her tiny waist and picked her up, settling her in front of him on the bike so she faced him. With her hands on his shoulders for balance, she leaned forward and softly kissed him. When she went to draw back after the simple peck, Tanner fisted Arabella’s hair at the nape of her neck and brought her lips back to his. He devoured her mouth like a man starved.

He snaked his free hand around and gripped her luscious ass, pulling her closer, while angling her head to deepen the kiss. Tanner couldn’t get enough of her taste, mint and something unique to her. It was an intoxicating flavor he’d been craving since that first kiss.

When Arabella moaned into his mouth, Tanner felt his control slip just a bit. The woman had been driving him crazy the whole ride, her hands snaking under his cut and palming his chest, her body pressed in much closer than was necessary. Tanner could swear he felt the heat of her sex, even through both their jeans. He’d been rock hard from the moment she’d mounted the bike and those sexy noises she was making weren’t doing anything to persuade his dick to calm the fuck down.

Tanner didn’t want to scare Arabella away but he also wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last without having her. All of her. God, she was addicting. He never wanted to stop. When she wrenched her mouth away, panting to catch her breath, Tanner used the opportunity to nibble and suck his way along her jaw and down her neck.

“Yes… Daddy.” Arabella’s words flipped a switch in him, bringing out a feral side of him he didn’t even know existed.

Mine.

The thought had no sooner entered his head than he sucked the spot between her neck and shoulders. Hard. He’d have expected a protest, knowing that he was leaving a mark, but Arabella surprised him when she grabbed his hair and tried to bring his head closer. Begging him to draw harder. Literally begging.

“Please, Daddy.”

He couldn’t fucking resist that if he wanted to. And right that moment, he didn’t have the slightest desire.

He’d never wanted to mark another woman, hadn’t known it was one of his kinks until that very moment. He wanted to mark Arabella’s body everywhere. He wanted to claim every inch of her so she’d see the physical reminders. Every time she looked in a mirror, she would know she was his.

“Yes! Please, Daddy… harder! God, that’s so fucking hot, Daddy. Mark me, Daddy…” Arabella kept up a steady stream of encouraging words as Tanner nibbled, bit, and sucked all around her shoulder and collarbone.

Tanner guided Arabella to lay back along the bike, balancing her carefully even as he felt like he was losing his mind. He kept up his exploration, getting closer and closer to her perfect tits. When she brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, he had to press his dick into the unforgiving surface of the bike to keep from coming in his pants, like some untried teen. He hadn’t been this turned on by a woman in… ever.

Reluctantly, Tanner changed course, heading back up her body before reaching the Promised Land. He knew he had to stop this, or he’d end up taking her in a deserted field. She was worth so much more than that. Her whimper, when he kissed her deeply before pulling back, almost changed his mind but he wasn’t doing that. When he finally had her, it would be in a bed where he could worship her body properly.

“Little Hurricane, you drive me crazy.”

He looked at her and felt a swell of pride at the evidence of his ownership. Her puffy lips, mussed hair and a collection of hickeys, just turning color, all along her right shoulder and collarbone. He’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life, and he told her so.

“We’ve got to get going, Little Hurricane, before we do something we’ll both regret.”

“Speak for yourself, Daddy. I don’t think there is a single thing I would regret, if I did it with you.”

Tanner pressed his dick into the surface of the bike again and groaned.

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