Without Limits: Austin (Rugged Riders Book 4) by Ambrielle Kirk Read Free Book Online Page B

do to you?” he asked.
    I bit my bottom lip and cried out as he tugged my nipple playfully with his teeth. “Yes.”
    “I hope you weren’t expecting any more customers.”
    “You mean here? As in, in this store?”
    “Yes, beautiful. I’ve learned my lesson. I’d take you right here where you stand, but when I’m done with you, I want you to verbally beg me to fuck you. I bet you’re already wet.”
    All I could do was nod.
    With his mouth pushed against my throat, he slid his hands up between my legs, slipped his fingers inside my panties and drove his digits up into me. He parted my pussy lips and rubbed talented fingers against my swollen clit. He did all this while still licking at my sensitive nipples. He pumped his fingers into me over and over again, stroking my clit at just the right angle with each upward thrust. My body shuddered, my legs throbbed, and my clit pulsed. I bit hard on my lip and grabbed his shoulder, holding on for dear life. Then he was gone and cold air folded over me.
    No, he couldn’t have…he wouldn’t have. My eyes flew open.
    He stood there grinning, licking his lips, staring at me with wild abandonment. “I would never leave you this way,” he said. “I’m ready for our next course.”
    Without warning, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the back of the store. His exploration of my body didn’t stop there and every caress across my skin brought back memories of our first time together and of every time after that.
    “Take off that little sexy skirt.”
    There was no way I was going to resist this time. We were alone and I wanted him. Badly.
    I hooked my thumbs under my waistband and dragged the skimpy skirt down over my hips. The garment fell to my feet. His warm, seductive gaze washed over me as his palms folded across my hips.
    He walked me backward. There was a large square table in the center of the room where we stopped. I cried out in surprise when he lifted me on the tabletop.
    “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Every inch of you. From the hair on your head to the milk chocolate complexion of your skin.”
    He helped me pull off my top and shed my bra until my breasts were completely exposed to me. He cupped them in his palms and rubbed the turgid nipples with his thumbs. He dipped downward and took one nipple into his mouth. He pulled my bud firmly into his mouth, sucking hungrily. I reached out and threaded my fingers to his hair and pulled him to my chest. His lusty groans of satisfaction turned me on even more. He knew my body too well. I could’ve reached climax like that, but he had other ideas.
    He lifted one of my heeled feet and placed it on to his shoulders. As he positioned my legs to his satisfaction, he pressed his mouth my inner thigh, one and then the other, over and over again, rubbing his cheeks and lips back and forth over my heated skin. I leaned back slightly and held myself up on the table with both of my palms. He shoved my wet panties aside and pumped two fingers into my tight pussy. My hips bucked against his fist and I slid to the edge of the table, giving him easy access to all of me. When his fingers left me, I moaned in disapproval, but then he tugged my panties all the way down my legs and tossed them on the table beside me. I knew from this day forward, I would never work productively at this table again.
    With my legs positioned on his shoulders, he settled between my inner thighs and nuzzled gently at my cleft. His roughened cheek rubbed lovingly against the small, manicured triangle of black hair.
    “I’ve never forgotten the sweet cotton candy taste of you,” he murmured against me. “Your pussy is the color of pink roses still. God in Heaven, I can’t wait to make you mine. Completely and thoroughly mine.”
    I had no words. I wasn’t planning on protesting what I’ve wanted all these years.
    I was on my elbows, watching him. The moment he opened his mouth and devoured me, I moaned his name. My toes curled in