Page 26 of Deadly Hacker

“In a good way, or in a serial-killer way?” he questioned.

Emma Jean tilted her head back and laughed, her curls springing around her face. Rad felt that familiar kick of desire. It was impossible not to want her.

“In a good way, for sure,” she said. “I never could have imagined myself having dinner in the desert, as you say. But here we are.” She popped a raspberry into her mouth.

“If it makes you feel any better, there’s actually dessert, too,” he revealed, opening up the cooler to bring out a lumpy but lovingly made peach cobbler. “But I have to warn you, unlike the charcuterie board, I made this one myself. I’m no chef, more of a restaurant guy myself. But I put my heart and soul into this cobbler. It’s made with Georgia peaches. I thought you might like a little taste of home way out here in the Nevada desert.”

She took it with misty eyes and a soft chuckle. “How thoughtful. I do get homesick sometimes. But I have to ask; if you’re more of a restaurant guy, why did you take me out here instead? Not that I’m complaining.”

“Well, to be honest, I figured you might want a little peace and quiet. An escape from the city for one night. You’ve had a stressful time lately,” Rad explained. “And on a more selfish note, I wanted you all to myself. No waiters, no bartenders, no other customers. Just us.”

“Most people would call me crazy for going out to the desert at night with an almost-stranger,” she teased. “No witnesses around.”

“Are you scared?” Rad asked, moving a little closer.

She stared at him with luminous eyes. “No. I’m not,” she murmured.

“Good.”

“Maybe I should be. But honestly, I never saw you as a threat. I only resisted because I don’t want to have my heart broken. But the moment I saw you in the doorway of that storage room on Friday… Well, I realized that I could trust you with my life.”

“What about with your heart?” he questioned softly. He reached out to dab a bead of sweet peach juice from her lip and brought it to his own. Emma Jean watched with rapt attention, captivated.

“Maybe,” she breathed. “Someday.”

“And what about your pleasure?” he pressed, his eyes locked with hers. Her cheeks went red, her lips falling open in a silent gasp. “Let me earn it,” Rad growled.

His hand cupped her soft face and she leaned into his touch, lashes fluttering. Rad leaned in closer, inch by inch until their lips were barely touching. He held still for a moment, teasing her, drawing out her anticipation until she pushed closer, their lips colliding in a passionate kiss. Emma Jean melted into it, opening her mouth as Rad’s tongue pushed inside. His hand smoothed along her cheek to the back of her head, feeling her soft curls on his palm.

His free hand smoothed down the slope of her back to her ass. Without breaking the kiss, Rad moved to kneel in front of her. He kissed her hard, making her lie back on the comfortable camp chair. His lips trailed down her cheek and neck, leaving a trail of tiny, tantalizing kisses. He breathed softly at her ear and reveled in the way it made chill bumps appear on her skin. His hands brushed her cardigan back off her shoulders and she shrugged it aside, reaching up for him. Rad’s hands wandered to her breasts, teasing and massaging them through the thin fabric of her top. He felt her nipples straining underneath and pushed up her top to reveal her full, perky tits.

Emma Jean let her head fall back as Rad’s lips closed around her nipple, the other rolling between his thumb and forefinger. He flicked his tongue over it, eliciting soft moans and shivers down her body. He understood that it had been a long time since anyone touched her this way, if ever. He was glad for that; he would abide no competition.

Emma Jean was his to worship and protect. Only his.

He moved down between her legs and began tugging down her flowy black pants. Emma Jean looked down at him with a flushed face, her chest heaving. Rad locked eyes with her as he removed her trousers and set them aside. He ran one finger along the crotch of her lacy black panties and she gasped, closing her legs instinctively.

“So demure,” Rad murmured, pushing her legs apart again. He cupped her warm mound and she gently lifted her hips, grinding against the heel of his palm. Rad used his thumb to softly circle her clit through the fabric until she was begging for more.

He slipped her panties to one side and leaned in close to breathe in her scent. His mouth watered instantly. He needed to taste her. His hands massaged her inner thighs while his tongue flicked out, toying with her swollen clit.

“Rad,” she pleaded.

She was aching for him already, but he was just getting started. He dove in, enveloping her lips and clit with his warm, wet mouth. He lathed his tongue up and down, every now and then circling the sensitive band of muscles around her slick opening. She was so wet for him, dripping down her legs and off of Rad’s chin. He licked her honey eagerly, a ravenous man before the most sumptuous feast. He devoured her, sucking and licking until Emma Jean was grasping the sides of her chair and writhing under his machinations. Rad slid one finger inside of her and hooked the end in a soft come-hither gesture as he continued to worship her clit.

“Oh—oh my—there!” Emma Jean squeaked between tight breaths.

Rad felt her pussy contract around his finger, and then he was met with a gush of slickness. He lapped it up, never stopping for a second as Emma Jean twisted with pleasure. Her hands fell to his head, idly tangling in his dark hair and pressing him into her mound. Rad was all too eager to taste every dip and slope of her. He bobbed and shook his head, teasing her incessantly. Finally, when she was gasping through a second climax, he came up for air.

He wiped his mouth with an exhilarated grin, watching his lover squirm. But he had more to show her, and they needed a bigger stage. As easily as if she were a feather pillow, Rad scooped her into his arms. She could only hang limply as he carried her up the steps into the RV. He pushed open the small bedroom door and laid her down on the plush queen bed. She scooted back to the pillows and looked up, her eyes going wide with awe when she saw the skylight. The window allowed them to see a generous expanse of bright stars, clustered together across the dark sky. She was enraptured by the sight of it, and Rad by the sight of her.

He stripped off his shirt to reveal his chiseled abs and muscular arms and chest. He unzipped his jeans and kicked off his shoes to climb into bed with her. Emma Jean slipped her panties down one leg and dropped them off the side of the bed, parting her legs with seductively lidded eyes. Rad’s stiff cock sprang free. He softly stroked himself as he straddled Emma Jean and leaned down to kiss her. She lifted her head to meet him, this time her own tongue pushing into his mouth. When he broke away, they were both breathless and reaching for one another, always pulling closer as though neither could stand the inches between them. He quickly sheathed himself and gazed at her lush form.

“I’ve been looking for you for so long,” Rad whispered. “I didn’t even know it.”

“I’m right here,” she murmured back. “And so are you. Don’t stop. Please.”

“I’d never dream of it,” he replied, his voice raspy with need.

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