Breaking Away [Smoky Mountain Motorcycles] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Grae McTavish Read Free Book Online Page B

feast.”
    “Oh God, you can’t!” She protested even as he placed hot open-mouth kisses along the damp insides of her thighs. Her moist, pink pussy glistened in front of him. The pouting lips parting to reveal the swollen berry of her clit. She was neatly trimmed, leaving only short womanly curls at the very top of her weeping cunt. He was in heaven.
    “Oh, I think I can.” He blew a hot breath over her before inhaling deeply. “You smell so fucking sweet, baby. I want to devour you.”
    “I didn’t… that is…oh my…”
    “Speechless? Spit it out, sweetheart, tell me.”
    Looking up at her, he saw she was blushing bright red, staring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “I thought that was just something out of naughty books and movies. Do men actually do that?”
    Jake felt his gut twist. How was it possible? “No one has ever tasted your sweet pussy before?” Could her husband have been so selfish?
    Biting her lip, she shook her head and confirmed his suspicions.
    “Yes, sweetheart, real men do that. In fact, you better get used to it, because there’s nothing I love better than a woman’s luscious juices as they drip from her body, and baby, you smell better than anything I’ve ever caught scent of. I will be feasting on this hot little snatch every damn day!”
    Then he was through with talking. He slid his long tongue out, swiping through the soft pink folds. He buried his nose, breathing her in deeply. Rimming her entrance, he dipped, lightly stabbing. Unable to resist any more, his lips closed over her hot little nub. It was practically throbbing with her arousal.
    “Oh God!” she cried, her hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair, pulling him into her. He smiled against her, loving that, despite her shyness, she was demanding of her pleasure. He gave her what she wanted. He feasted, working her with his mouth until she arched off of her perch. She would have fallen if he hadn’t held her in place as her orgasm crashed over her. She cried his name, slamming herself into his face.
    And damn if he didn’t do something he hadn’t done since he was fifteen years old. He came in his own fucking jeans. No woman had ever rocked his world the way his little innkeeper did.
     
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    He carried her over to one of the chairs and cradled her in his lap. “You okay, sweetheart?”
    “I don’t think okay is a strong enough word to describe how I’m feeling.” She laughed softly. She hadn’t known it was possible to come so hard, especially just from his mouth. The man’s tongue was magic. She was still struggling to breathe.
    He laughed deeply, and a satisfied smile spread across his rugged face. “Enjoyed it?”
    “You know I did, but what about you?” It seemed unfair to leave him hanging.
    To her surprise, he actually blushed a little. “Don’t worry about me.” Changing the subject, he looked around the room. “So it’s just you and me tonight, hmm? Why don’t you go change into some jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, and we’ll get out of here. Let me buy you dinner.”
    Willa felt a hopeful smile tug at her lips. “You mean like a date?”
    “Yeah, is it okay if I want to take my woman out?”
    “Your woman?”
    “Well, are you denying it?”
    “Nope!” What she was doing was fighting to keep from jumping up and pumping her fist. Instead, she turned and kissed him. “I guess that makes you my man, huh?”
    He just smiled. “Go get changed.” Setting her on her feet, he smiled and smacked her on the ass. “And wear boots if you got ’em.”
    She grinned. “Oh, I got ’em.”

Chapter Five
     
    Willa looked at the huge beast of a bike dubiously. A mixture of fear and longing swirled around inside of her. Climbing onto the back of that big motorcycle with him seemed like such a huge deal. She forced herself to take another step forward. It wasn’t like her fate wasn’t sealed. She was his woman. He’d said it. She wanted to grin every time she thought about their earlier