Midnight Craving: Midnight Vice, Book 1 by Lolita Lopez Read Free Book Online Page B

somewhere.”
    Isla quickly caught his gaze. “We don’t have time.”
    Jace nodded and kissed her neck, a teasing grin curving his lips. “Try not to kill us.”
    “No guarantees,” she murmured.
    His hand drifted down her front, outlining the curves of her breasts through her tee shirt. As he slid his
    hand along her torso, he felt hard horizontal ridges beneath the cotton. “What is this?”
    Isla swatted him away. “Never you mind.”
    Any other time, he would have continued with his exploration but he had different priorities than
    uncovering all of her secrets. His fingers deftly unsnapped the buckle on her tactical belt. It fell away,
    sliding down around her hips on the seat. He flicked through the button at the top of her jeans and lowered
    the zipper to reveal purple polka dot panties. She shifted her weight as his hand slipped under the
    waistband of the cotton and gave him the extra room he needed to get the job done.
    The musky scent of her arousal bloomed in the car. Jace licked a sensitive spot on her neck and sucked
    gently against the skin. His fingers moved down over her mound until they dipped between her slippery
    folds. Isla sucked in a short breath as his fingers ghosted over her clit. Her juices slicked her skin and
    soaked through the cotton of her panties. He could almost taste her salty sweetness and wished there was
    some way to get his mouth on her again. Later , he thought, and concentrated on rubbing the stiff nub.
    Isla bucked against his hand. Her nostrils flared as she breathed deeply, rhythmically. Jace increased the
    pace of his circular moves and sucked harder on her neck. She groaned and wantonly pumped her hips. He
    could see her thighs tensing and relaxing. Her foot faltered on the gas pedal and their speed dropped a few
    miles before she punched it back into high gear. Jace’s gaze skipped from her face to the road ahead, ready
    to grab the wheel at a moment’s notice.
    Her hands grew jittery. She gulped hard. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to…”
    “I know, baby,” Jace cooed against her ear. “Let it go.”
    A guttural sound emanated from her throat. Eyes wide, body undulating, Isla gripped the steering wheel
    hard. Her foot stomped the gas and they lurched forward for a few seconds. She drew dangerously close to
    a truck loaded down with construction supplies before regaining her control and reigning in their speed.
    Jace kept his hand against her sex, cupping her heat as she panted and swallowed.
    When she’d calmed down, Jace slowly removed his hand. He brought his shiny fingers to his lips and
    licked her sweet cream from his skin. She shuddered at the sight. He rubbed his thumb over her lip as his
    hand slid around to caress her jaw. He leaned over and kissed her, pulling back far too soon to suit him.
    For their safety, though, he couldn’t keep her occupied with his mouth. Still, he knew she craved intimacy
    after their trysts. He could sense she needed to know he wasn’t just providing a service.
    So he stayed in the center seat, riding bitch, as he’d crudely heard it referred to in the past, and slid his
    arm around her shoulder.
    Isla shot him an amused smile and patted his leg. “You’re such a sap,” she teased.
    “Only for you, baby,” Jace joked. Deep down inside, he knew differently. It wasn’t a joke but the
    absolute truth. He wanted to say something, anything, to help her understand how he felt, but then their exit
    came into view. Abruptly, he dropped his sentimental thoughts and embraced his business side. “There.
    Lake Woodlands Drive.”
    “I see it.” Isla cut across traffic to get in the proper lane.
    They slipped onto the service road and drove a half mile or so until they reached another on-ramp. The
    sun sank ever lower in the sky. His hands knotted in his lap. They were cutting it really close.
    A few turns and curves later, they slowly rolled down a street lined with the sort of Tuscan or French-
    countryside-influenced homes Jace