Page 73 of Love Me, I Dare You

“Impressive, huh?” Nash’s deep and husky voice sounds beside me as he pulls up.

Impressive is the wide, devilish smile he wears as he sits on the brand new, black Harley. The bike itself is also pretty impressive, though I know that’s not what he’s referring to. The heat of his gaze is so intense it shoots straight to my pussy, reminding me just how impressive his tongue and mouth were last night.

Reaching for me, he pulls me in, and groans as my mouth goes lax and opens up to him. My tongue darts out to taste his lips, the sweet and spicy scent of tobacco lingering on them. Tossing my arms around his neck, his lips quickly meet mine, tasting and consuming me in a heat of passion as his hands fall to my waist.

The world falls away and nothing but the two of us remains. My fingers deftly twist into his t-shirt, our mouths never once separating as heat pools between my legs. Nash gently breaks the kiss and pulls back, leaving me breathless, and unaware we're still out in the middle of Main Street for everyone to see.

“You have no fucking clue how bad I want you right now, B.” His whisper is harsh, as he pulls me closer and nuzzles his face into my neck, his scruff beard teasing me as he sucks on my skin until he’s sure he’s marked me.

I bring a hand up to his cheek, my other one exploring the taut muscle beneath his white t-shirt. “No jacket today?” I ask, and he lets a deep chuckle out against my neck.

“What’s the point if all it was going to do was come off?” He tugs me onto his lap, his thick erection swollen and hard between my legs.

I can’t help but grind against him, my body immediately ablaze as I recall how hot and wet I was for him last night. How tight he fit inside me, filling me completely. His lips latch onto mine once more and his hands move around to cup my ass, squeezing and further pressing me into his erection.

My nipples, hard and aching as he pulls me into his chest, force me to let out a frustrated curse. I should have worn a thicker bra, though, like he said, why would I if it’s just going to come off?

Reaching down between us, he cups my breast in one hand while his mouth comes down on the other through my thin HoneyBees shirt.

“Nash,” I moan, unfazed by the fact we’re in public. He nips my pebbled peak through the fabric of my bra, one I wore because I knew he loved it, and swirls his tongue around it, biting and sucking it into his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva on my shirt. “Not here Nash, please don’t make me come in the middle of the town square.”

His deep, throaty laughter sends a shiver down my spine, awakening my intense attraction towards everything about him. Brushing his lips against mine, he nips my bottom lip hard, making me squeal before he releases me. The hand between us slides lower until his fingers dip into my leggings. I don’t protest.Once his fingers find my wet pussy, I’m no longer in control of reason.

I squirm in his lap as he teases my clit, my heart racing the moment he grins up at me. “You’re killing me, Angel.” Surprised laughter escapes me as he pulls out and adjusts himself.

“Trust me, Nash, it’s taking everything in me to stop you right now. I’ll give you whatever you want, but I’m not about to let you make me come in the middle of the town. Not when anyone can see us and relay the message to my parents that their less than saintly daughter is coming like a harlot on the back of the devil’s motorcycle.”

Despite knowing I’m not exaggerating, he can’t help but laugh. “Hmm, really? Anything I want?” His voice is low and sexy and makes my knees weak as intense blue eyes gaze into mine and calloused fingers brush the hair away from my face. “Baby, I guarantee there is no way you can give me everything I want without completely ruining me.”

I have to bite my lip to suppress the moan that wants to escape as I picture everything he’s promising me. Images of his cock in my mouth, in my pussy, my lips wrapped around the length of him flood my mind, making me hate I’m the one who’s asked for privacy, forcing him to stop.

However, I don’t want to admit the words he says are so close to fooling me and make me believe he might actually mean them.

When I don't respond, he lets out a growl. “Wanna take a ride on the wild side, Angel?”

Carefully following his lead, I throw my leg over the bike and mount it as instructed, settling in as Nash tosses the helmet over my head and straps it on tight. He joins me, settling in front of me, my hands immediately wrapping around him as I snuggle closer.

Grabbing my hands, he firmly tugs them around his middle, my fingers teasing the waistband of his jeans.

. “Hold on tight, Angel,” he says, pressing the button to start the bike. The low hum of the motor rumbles as he hits the gas, turning into a thunderous roar as we jet off.

Pressed up against his back, I let myself lean on him, reveling in the feeling of his hard body against my chest. The vibrations of the engine work their way through me, eliciting a powerful wave of arousal as we continue to ride down the city streets, air rushing around us and through my hair. I’m suddenly thankful for the god-awful helmet, not that the heap of blonde hair on my head was any better, but at least it won’t further tangle.

It doesn’t take long to reach our destination. The bike comes to a slow and steady pace as we make our way out to the empty plot of land behind an abandoned barn. We’re about five minutes out from his family ranch, his childhood home a speck in the distance.

Mounting off the bike, Nash unclasps my helmet and sets it back under the bike, before extending his hand out for me to take. I oblige, nearly losing my balance as I step down. “Careful, B. I don’t want you spraining your ankle again.”

“I wouldn’t mind so long as you’re here to catch me.” The words slip out without permission and I feel the rush of heat curl up my neck. Closing my eyes, I whisper, “Did I just say that out loud?”

“You’re fucking adorable, Bailey. Always have been. Your innocence and humor is one thing I’ve always loved about you.”

My heart nearly stops. Honestly, I think I may have gone into cardiac arrest because the words,loved about you,came out of Nash’s mouth.

I try not to react or let him see the way his statement affects me. All I do is sit and enjoy the feeling of his fingers caressing my cheek and slipping lower until they’re grazing just abovemy breastbone. Spreading his legs, he cradles me between his thighs, caging me against the metal of his bike. With my eyes still closed, I let my hands wander over his chest and down to the hem of his shirt. With a soft tug, I tuck my hands underneath it, enjoying the firm, hard muscles of his stomach beneath my fingertips.

Flattening my palms against his warm skin, I lean in closer, closing the small gap of distance between us. “This is so wrong,” I whisper, but my body disagrees. The bike rumbles as his fingers press the starter, and in one swift move, Nash lifts me and hoists me up on the seat.

Bracing myself against the body of the bike, my eyes fly open, meeting the burning need blazing within his dark pupils. Cradling my hips, he pulls me closer, my ass teetering on the edge of the seat as his thick, and extremely hard cock presses against the crotch of my thin leggings.

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