Page 66 of Pulse

“Pulse,” she said as she ripped her mouth off his. “More. More. And harder.”

Thank fuck she felt the same.

“Outside,” she said around her ragged breaths. “Get out of the car.”

Christ, he nearly blew his load right there.

“Too risky. The cops patrol.”

“I don’t care.” She scrambled off him and shoved open the door. “I need it, Pulse. I don’t give a fuck who catches us.”

This woman would be the death of him.

She clambered out of the car shoeless and with her fantastic ass on display. Pulse followed less than a second behind her. She moved to the car’s hood and turned her back to him. He spared precisely one second to ensure they were alone in the lot before pushing on the center of her back. As she folded forward, her hands hit the car’s hood with a satisfying smack.

Now that beautiful ass was on display for him, illuminated by the moonlight. It stuck out like a target he’d never miss. He grabbed it, squeezing and kneading the way he’d done in the car, but now he could watch his handiwork. When he released her, she had red finger marks all over her skin.

Gorgeous.

“Do it, Pulse,” she begged as she glanced over her shoulder. Her lips were swollen and red, her hair a mess. “Please. I’m too empty. Don’t tease me.”

He shoved two fingers inside her. She soaked his hand. Damn the condom. He’d give up his bike to feel this wet heat on his cock. Talia cried out and arched her back as he pumped his fingers in and out a few times. “More,” she wailed, slapping the hood of the car. “Your dick.”

He pulled his slippery hand from her pussy and clapped it over her mouth. Those cries of pleasure would alert anyone within a mile radius of how good he fucked her. Once she nolonger announced their presence, he grabbed her hip with his free hand and slammed his dick inside her.

Talia shouted into his hand. She had to be tasting herself on his fingers, and the thought of coating her face in her arousal made him even harder.

Time was ticking, and the risk of being caught was high, so he hammered into her without mercy. Her pussy clung to him through the rough pounding. His balls were heavy and full as they slapped against her ass. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to focus on the pain and slow the oncoming orgasm. Even with the risk of being caught, he wanted to cling to the mind-blowing feeling as long as possible.

Talia urged him on with muffled shouts. “Don’t stop. Please, never stop,” she cried into his palm as he powered into her. “Close, close,” she shouted, or at least that’s what it sounded like.

He skirted his hand around her body until he found her clit. Three quick strokes of the swollen nub were all it took for her back to bow and a tortured scream to vibrate against his palm. She stiffened, except for her pussy which rippled around him with strong contractions.

The intense pressure on his cock became too much to resist. He clamped his jaw shut and howled through clenched teeth as fireworks shot across his vision and his balls emptied. Every muscle went haywire, twitching while sparks skittered across his skin.

Eventually, he collapsed atop Talia, who lay limp against the car’s hood. She grunted as she took his weight. He tried to push off her but only had the strength to lift his head and kiss the salty back of her neck.

“That was intense,” she whispered.

He frowned. Good intense or bad?

The question had him worried enough to be able to stand and draw her with him. He spun her, and she immediately soughtout his mouth. The kiss was lazy and deep. He wrapped his arms around her and let her take the lead.

Good intense. It had to be, or she wouldn’t have kissed him that way with appreciation and emotion.

“Come home with me,” he said when they came up for air. “Sleep in my bed. Tomorrow’s gonna suck, but I think I can bear it if I wake up next to you.” He smoothed the flyaway hairs back from her face.

“Pulse,” she whispered. She rested her head on his chest. “I don’t even know what to do with a comment like that. It makes me want… things.”

He wanted things, too, but first, they had to get the cartel off their backs, which meant making some hard decisions tomorrow.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, rubbing her back.

Her head moved against his chest. “Yes.”

Damn. He grinned.

The rumble of an engine had Talia going rigid in his arms. “Oh my God,” she whispered as her head whipped up. “Someone is coming. I’m standing in a parking lot with my everything out, and someone is coming.”

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