Racing Hard (Dirt Track Dogs Book 4) by P. Jameson Read Free Book Online Page B

rode his throat making his words rough.
    “Well… you might want to stop.”
    “Yeah. I was thinking the same thing.” He jerked the wheel just in time to make the turn onto a tiny dirt road, curving around until they were hidden in the trees far enough not to be seen from the highway.
    Pressing the brakes, he slammed to a stop.
    “Not… not what I meant,” she stuttered, clutching the handle above the door.
    Hands gripping his thighs, he inhaled slow and deep, drawing her scent into his body with the intention of keeping it there forever.
    His lips curved into a satisfied grin. “You want me to show you what I was doing?”
    Tana panted, a kinky curl falling over one eye, making her look even more like a little sex kitten. “I can guess.”
    “Maybe. But don’t you want to know ?”
    She stared at him, licking her lips slowly.
    Surge reached out, brushing his finger over her the spot where her t-shirt had slid off her shoulder. Her skin was warm and smooth, beckoning him to lick, but he wouldn’t go farther unless she said yes. No matter how badly his mouth watered for her.
    “Don’t you?” he breathed. He was tensed, ready for her answer. All he needed was a goddamn yes, and he’d show her Heaven, Surge style.
    “Yes,” she mouthed, her gorgeous lips curving around the words so deliciously he growled.
    Swiftly, he unbuckled her and pulled her legs up on the bench seat. He’d never been more thankful to have an old truck than now.
    Thank you redneck gods, for demanding that I spend all my hard earned cash on my racecar .
    Her breath heaved, pushing her breasts higher with each inhale. As much as he wanted to see those beauties, he had one destination in mind. One purpose. To lick his kitty until she purred.
    Starting at her ankles, he smoothed a path upward with his palms, his mouth following, until he reached her muscular thighs. Gently, he bit the inside of one leg close to her shorts, earning a whimper.
    “Hm, what’s under these tiny shorts, Tana?” He hooked a finger through the leg, tugging at the crotch that hugged her body. Moving his finger up and back down, he felt soft material beyond the outer barrier. “Cotton,” he whispered, his tongue darting out to give her quivering thigh a quick lick. “Just as I suspected.”
    And there was something else. The panties beneath the denim were saturated. In a quick move, he slid his finger past the next layer until he could feel her wetness directly.
    That was all it took to make him crazed for her. Blinding lust slammed him, and his wolf chuckled a sexy promise.
    Surge pulled back, his gaze on hers as he sucked her wetness from his finger. Her eyes grew wide.
    “Yeah, baby,” he said, as he unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them down her legs, followed by her white cotton panties, stopping at her calves. “You taste…” He closed his eyes, fighting a whole body shiver. “… damn fucking good . Hell if I’d waste a bit of that.”
    Lifting her legs by the confining shorts, he ducked underneath so they were draped over each of his shoulders with the denim behind his neck.
    Perfect.
    And then he stared. The sight of her spread for him was nothing he’d ever get enough of. She was beautiful. Dark and glistening. At this very moment in time, she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and that was the only damn thing that mattered.
    “Th-this is what you were thinking of?” she sputtered.
    Surge blew gently on her exposed flesh, somehow able to resist immediately devouring her. “My head is a very naughty place, Tana.” He pressed his tongue flat against her hot core, giving her one long lick. “Very naughty indeed,” he growled.
    She bucked her hips, squealing, and he flattened his hand across her stomach to hold her down for his attention. His female was sensitive, but he wouldn’t go easy on her.
    “Surge. Wait.”
    He frowned. Wait? No, he would not wait. Not when the very female that had driven him crazy for weeks now was wet and ready