Page 40 of Fractured Dreams

After climbing off, Tex unbuckled his helmet, taking hers and securing them both in the side panniers. He leaned back against the big bike and reached out to her, his lips curving up in a smile so sexy, Eden’s heart skipped a beat. She gave him her hand and he grabbed it and tugged her toward him.

“Tex!” She gasped as she fell against his chest, but he only smiled wider, pulling her up against him and wrapping his arm around her waist, using the other hand to cup her jaw and turn her face up to his.

Eden gazed at him; his whiskey-gold eyes as brilliant as she’d ever seen them and staring at her with an intensity that would make any woman weak at the knees.

“I missed you,” he said, one side of his mouth tipping up as if he knew how ridiculous it sounded when it had been less than a day since they’d seen each other. But God, she’d missed him too. It may have only been one day, but it was one day too many, even with text messages and a late-night hushed phone call in her bedroom. She and Tex had done things so topsy-turvy, living with each other first and now having to sneak around like teenagers.

Taking a deep breath in, smelling an intoxicating combination of salty sea breeze, leather, and Tex, she slipped her hands under his T-shirt, stroking along the warm skin of his ribs, then running them around his back and up over his shoulder blades. All the while, his eyes burned down at her.

She stretched up and pressed her lips against his and he moved his hands to her hips, pulling her against him as he swept his tongue into her mouth. Eden whimpered as she felt the hard swell of him through the denim of his jeans, and she pressed herself tighter against him.

Tex groaned, dropping his head to the crook of her neck. “God, I want you now sweetheart, right here. If you don’t want that, you need to tell me.”

She shouldn’t want it, not out in the open like this. But as crazy as it was, she’d already been too long without him. They might be in the open, but there wasn’t a soul in sight, and they were hidden from the road by a screen of trees. And she couldn’t not. Not when he was hot and hard against her, and his lips were on that sensitive spot on her neck, his hands stroking up and down her back.

“Here works for me,” she breathed.

He lifted his head from her neck and kissed her hard. Without taking his mouth from hers he picked her up by her hips, turning and putting her down so she was sitting sideways on the motorcycle seat. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and she lifted her arms as he tugged it over her head, then he flicked open the button of her jeans. She helped him by lifting herself off the seat so he could yank them and her panties down and off.

Tex jerked her legs apart, then dropped to his knees so he could drag his lips and tongue along the soft skin of her inner thigh. Eden’s breathing was shallow, goose bumps rippling over her body in anticipation, but he stopped just before he got to where she so desperately needed him. He pulled back and looked at where she was parted for him, an expression of almost primal lust on his face.

Eden was distantly aware of the breeze that puckered her nipples, the cries of the gulls, and the sound of the occasional car passing by behind the trees, but her focus was solely on him. On the heat in his amber-gold eyes as he reached out and slid a finger through her slickness. He made an inarticulate noise in the back of his throat, and a second later his mouth was on her, hot and urgent, and Eden had to brace her hands behind her on the seat as her head dropped back and she arched upward, sensation spiraling between her legs.

Tex alternated long licks with firm flicks of his tongue over her clit, and it didn’t take long before Eden was writhing against his mouth. When he slid two fingers inside her at the same time as he sucked her clit between his lips, pressing down firmly with his tongue, it drove her over the edge to a shuddering orgasm, as she clutched his hair and did her best to stifle her cries.

As soon as the shock waves ricocheting through her eased, he was on his feet, pulling his shirt over his head, kicking off his boots, undoing his jeans and pushing them down and off. He picked her up off the bike, but before he could do whatever it was he wanted to do with her, she stopped him. “Wait.”

He paused, his eyes hot on hers, face tense with desire.

“It’s my turn,” she said and his expression as he understood what she wanted sent liquid heat surging through her.

“I can’t say no to your mouth on me.” His voice was rough with need, and he let her slide down his body until her feet touched the ground, providing an excruciating preview of what was to come. But before she could sink to her knees, he leaned down, cupped her cheeks and kissed her, his mouth hard against hers, tongue demanding, and she wrapped her arms around his broad chest, her breasts crushed against his hard muscles.

A long few seconds later, they broke apart, both breathing erratically. He pressed one more soft kiss against her lips before reaching down, fisting his cock and growling, “Is this what you want, darlin’?” The contrast of his sweet kiss on her lips and the gravelly, lust-filled tone of his voice as he gripped himself sent fire burning through her.

Eden gave him a coy smile, dropping to her knees in the grass and bracing herself with one hand on his rock-hard thigh. She reached out and put her other hand on top of his where he was holding himself, moving forward so her mouth was right in front of him before looking up. She didn’t know if she’d ever forget his expression right then, eyes half-lidded, arousal heavy in his glittering stare. Knowing they didn’t have all the time in the world, she didn’t try to tease him, opening her mouth and taking him in as far as she could in one go.

Tex’s head fell back in pleasure and he groaned low in his throat before looking back down at her. He let go of himself and reached out, burying his hands in her hair and holding her still, his gaze hot and hungry, hips flexing as he resisted the urge to force his way further in. Then he relaxed his grip, still cupping her head between his hands, but loosely enough to allow her to move.

She pulled back, swirling her tongue around his tip, savoring the taste of him before taking him all the way to the back of her throat again. There was no way she could fit all of him in, but she did her best, circling her fingers around the base of him to make up for what she couldn’t reach with her mouth.

Eden spent long minutes licking and sucking him, stroking her tongue along his steely hot length then rubbing her lips over the head. The muscles of his thigh hardened further under her hand, and a fine tremor vibrated through her fingertips as she drove him to the edge. The thought he was close to coming made her heart rate quicken as she continued working her mouth and hand over him.

“Fuck, Eden,” Tex growled. His hands tightened in her hair and she stilled while he rocked his hips forward, as if he couldn’t stop himself. She looked up at him, willing to give him whatever it was he needed, but he just watched through slitted eyes as he slid in and out of her mouth. He pulled one hand from her hair and cupped her cheek, feathering his thumb over her cheekbone, before drifting it lower and grazing it along her bottom lip where it was wrapped around him.

“As much as I’d like to fill that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart, I need to fuck you.” His voice was strained, as if it were taking a huge effort for him to stop her finishing him that way. And maybe it was, because the hand still in her hair tightened further and he thrust into her mouth twice, three times more before tugging her back from him.

Tex put his hands under her arms and drew her to her feet, taking her mouth in a fierce kiss. “The things you fucking do to me,” he murmured as they broke apart. Then he turned her, so she was facing the motorcycle. “Brace your hands on the seat,” he said.

She did as he asked, then looked over her shoulder at him. “It won’t tip over will it?”

He grinned a devilish smile at her. “It weighs a lot more than you, darlin’, it won’t tip.” He leaned forward and said in a deep, low rumble, “As long as I can control myself.”

Not exactly reassured, but too aroused to care, she turned back, looking at her fingers spread against the black leather of the seat, her breathing ragged in anticipation of having him inside her again.

Tex drew his hand down the length of her spine, pressing down slightly to make her arch her back more, before sliding it down to the apex of her thighs. He stroked up and down through her wetness, brushing lightly over her clit before sinking one long finger into her.

Eden’s head dropped forward between her shoulders as he eased his finger in and out, before adding a second, twisting and curling them until she was squirming and writhing.

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