Free FUEL (DirtSlap Series Book 1) by Ashlynn Pearce Page B

hesitation on her part.
    She panted against his lips when he pulled back and said, “You’re coming with me.”
    It wasn’t a question. He grabbed her hand and his jacket and hauled her outside to his Harley.
    He shrugged on his leather jacket, swung his leg over, and settled in his seat. She fiddled with her leather cuff when he looked at her and raised a brow.
    She climbed on. Her thighs gripped his hips, her arms wrapped around his waist, and she tried to even out her breathing. But it was impossible. Not only because she was so close to him but because she had a good idea what was going to happen. At least it better.
    He glanced over his shoulder at her and squeezed her hands where they laced together. “Scared?”
    “Hell no. I’m ready for this.”
    Thrand chuckled. “Hold on tight.”
    He turned on the bike, and the rumble vibrated through her body as they took off. He got them through the heavy traffic quickly and they sped down the road.
    His muscles tensed each time he shifted gears and she held on tight. Her hands rested near the hem of his shirt and she shoved them under it. His abs clenched in response and she couldn’t stop from trailing her fingertips along the top of his jeans. She was beyond wanting him. It was a need. She sure as hell didn’t want him overthinking.
    “Fuck, Cassie, if you want us home in one piece, you’d better stop.”
    She nipped at his ear and his chest rumbled on another curse. Soon, they pulled into his garage and, before the door had even closed, he had helped her off and pounced on her. She fell against the garage wall as his lips slammed on hers.
    He took her breath and made it his own, and she whimpered against him. This was him. Unleashed. No holding back. None of their other kisses had been like this. Frenzied and wild, they stumbled up the short steps into his house.
    Cassie shoved off his jacket and it fell to the floor. She clung to his neck as he picked her up and set her on the kitchen island then stepped between her legs.
    “You’ve been driving me fucking crazy, woman.” His words were hot on her neck and he kissed along her exposed shoulder as he ground into the vee of her legs.
    “You better not stop.” She wrenched off his shirt, his hat fell to the floor in the process, and she skimmed her hands over his bare chest.
    “Too late for that, Cas.” He peeled off her top and tossed it.
    His hands seared her skin when he cupped her breasts. He pushed her flat while his mouth latched onto a nipple. She gasped and arched toward his lips. Never in her life had she felt like this. Every nerve electrified, her body searched for more. Her legs clenched around his hips. They rocked together with nothing but jeans separating them.
    He rolled a nipple between his fingers as his other hand gripped her ass.
    “Can I make you come like this?” he whispered against her ear.
    She was so close. With his hands finally on her, she didn’t have far to go. He ground hard against her and his teeth tugged on her other breast.
    “Come for me.” His gravelly voice demanded.
    “Thrand,” she panted. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her body bowed into his.
    “I’ll take that as a yes.” Then he yanked her up. “Hold on.”
    With her legs locked around his waist, her arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands on her ass, they headed up the stairs. The friction of her breasts against his chest was delicious. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and licked.
    His scent, his taste…she couldn’t get enough.
    He kicked his door, slanted his lips over hers as they stumbled and fell onto his bed.
    She didn’t care that he was heavy or that the scruff of his beard would leave marks on her skin. She wanted to be marked. She wanted to feel him. All of him. She got his belt undone, but he lifted off her and smirked at her frown. Thrand undid her pants and slowly slid them down her legs.
    She watched the way his gaze memorized her skin as her jeans came off. The hunger