Bad Girl Lessons by Seraphina Donavan, Wicked Muse Read Free Book Online

the clasp of her bra and slid her arms free of the straps. She didn’t let the garment drop, however. She brought her hands up quickly, cupping the lace over breasts, her fingers framing her puckered nipples. Knowing that he was watching, she circled her fingertips over the hardened nubs, the rough texture of the lace only heightening the sensation.
    “You have no idea how gorgeous you are,” he said. The sight of her hands cupping the generous mounds of her breasts, her fingers with her perfectly manicured nails playing with her nipples was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen.
    Boldly, Evie moved her hands away, allowing the bra to fall to her lap and her breasts to spill free. With a trembling sigh, she unbuttoned her skirt and shimmied it over her hips, when it reached her knees, Jackson took hold of it and pulled it off her completely, until she sat there in the bed of his truck wearing nothing but a pair of black stiletto heels. Laying back against the sleeping bags, she looked up at the sky and allowed him to look his fill at her.
    The heat of the night air closed about them as Jackson removed his own clothes. Stripping off his T-shirt and jeans, he joined her on the sleeping bags and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her deeply, hungrily. His tongue tangling with hers and his teeth scraping at her lip. There was a weight to their touches, an intimacy and a longing that hadn’t been there before. It wasn’t about being fun or naughty. It wasn’t about fulfilling basic physical needs. It was something more. It was nebulous and fragile and neither one would damage it by speaking of it, but it was there between them nonetheless.
    Evie sighed and tipped her head back as Jackson’s lips skated along her jaw and down the column of her neck. Looking up at the blanket of stars overhead, the bed of his old truck was possibly the most romantic place she’d ever been. Her hands skated across the broad expanse of his back, reveling in the firm muscle and smooth skin. The heat of his body was scorching. His mouth moved over her skin with purpose and when he finally reached her aching nipples, Evie arched her back, offering the soft mounds of her breasts up to him. His closed his hands over the generous globes, kneading the flesh gently, bringing the taut peaks alternately to his lips. With gentle nips of his teeth and the languorous glide of his tongue over the engorged buds, Evie was writhing against him. He closed his mouth over one nipple and suckled deeply, ratcheting the intensity of the sensation.
    “Oh, god! Jackson, please! I need you inside me,” she whimpered, her soft cries echoing in the darkness.
    Unable to resist, Jackson parted her thighs and slid one hand over the mound of her sex. His fingers traced the damp slit before easing inside, strumming her clit with a slow, easy rhythm. With the stars and moon shining overhead, illuminating her pale skin and the waves of her dark hair spilling around them, Jackson thought she looked like a goddess. He moved his hand, sliding lower, using his thumb to maintain the unrelenting assault on her throbbing clit, he slid two fingers into her tight sheath. Her body clenched around him immediately, the honeyed walls of her sex pulsing around the invading digits, pulling them in even deeper. A harsh moan escaped her parted lips. Hooking his fingers lightly, curling them forward, he found the little bundle of nerves that would drive her over the edge and beyond.
    Stroking her clit and G-spot simultaneously, Jackson watched as the pleasure overtook her. Her breath became labored, her thighs and belly quivered and her hands clutched desperately at the sleeping bags beneath them. The soft cries became louder and more insistent. “Come for me, Evie. Let me watch you,” he said, and slid a third finger into her sheath, stretching her, filling her completely.
    He felt the first shudders as they wracked her body, watched the tension gather in her face and recede. The