Drive: Cougars, Cars and Kink, Book 1 by Teresa Noelle Roberts Read Free Book Online Page B

was kissing her the way he’d been craving. Oh, the kisses at Nauset Beach had come close, but that was before Suzanne had actually said the words he needed to hear, the ones that unleashed the side of him he normally kept under tight control. He devoured her, staked a claim on that sweet, sensual mouth. She tasted as good as prime rib and whiskey, as good as Christmas, as good as the first cup of coffee on a winter morning or the first cold beer after a long shift on a hot day. She tasted like more, and Neil took more.
    She made little, happy mewling noises around his invading tongue and ground her body against him. He pressed his leg between hers and she took the not-too-subtle hint eagerly, straddling his thigh to grind against it. Need surged through him at her responsiveness, her obvious desire.
    He could channel that. Use that against her in ways that would ultimately be for her, for both of them.
    He could have taken her to the bedroom. He even knew where the toy bag lived, and which toys Sam didn’t mind visiting friends using as long as they got cleaned. But his blood was boiling, his hands tingling with the need to touch Suzanne, manhandle her more, spank her. The kitchen would do for now.
    There was a handy container of wooden spoons and spatulas on the counter. He had his suspicions about those spoons; there were an awful lot of them for a guy who lived mostly on frozen dinners and sandwiches. Neil knew all about that trick. He liked to cook, but he had more of certain kinds of kitchen tools than he needed because they doubled as excellent and inexpensive toys.
    His cock strained so hard against his fly that he swore he could count each tooth of the zipper as it pressed against him. He eased away from the kiss, but only far enough to slide his hands to the hem of her shirt. “I want you naked,” he said, and it sounded like a groan and a prayer wrapped together with hemp rope.
    “I want to be naked. And I wanted you out of those clothes about five seconds after I met you.” She clamped her lips together as soon as she said it; as if she was astonished the words had come from her mouth. But her eyes sparkled, and she wriggled, helping Neil pull her shirt over her head.
    Her bra was off-white, plain, not the kind of bra a woman wore on a hot date. He still thought it looked beautiful, or maybe more like she was beautiful and the bra, like her clothes, was irrelevant.
    Her breasts would look better with his hands cupping them, not the bra.
    Evidently she agreed, because Suzanne twisted her arms behind her back and the bra fell to the floor. “Normally I like to set the pace, undress you myself,” Neil said, “or tell you to do so. But I appreciate your enthusiasm. And the view.” Her breasts were neither model-perky nor model-huge. A little softness there, but like the subtle lines around her eyes, he liked that proof she wasn’t a girl, but a woman who knew what she wanted and had the experience to back up her choices. Her skin was fair, her stiff, deep rose nipples contrasting starkly. He could see the faded tan lines from the summer; although she had the body to rock a skimpy bikini, Suzanne was apparently a one-piece woman. He hoped it was because she was the type of person who didn’t want to worry about sand rash or one more place to protect a redhead’s sensitive skin, not the kind who was ashamed of a belly that had a slight curve to it, a hint of softness that he, personally, found sexy as hell. (Not that there was anything wrong with a more athletic build, either. Face it, he just liked women’s bodies.)
    Neil moved behind her. The kitchen was narrow, the sort you found in older houses where they worried more about function than form, and she had to step closer to the counter to allow him to do it. He didn’t need to say anything. She seemed to read his body language, his need. Yeah, her experience with kink might be years ago, but she had the right instincts. She could anticipate his needs