Free Strike (Completion Series) by Holly S. Roberts

me.”
    I could feel his erection growing. Leaning forward, I licked his lips with just the tip of my tongue.
    He tried to capture my mouth , but I moved back.
    “I’m not in the mood for teasing , Jaycee,” he growled.
    Neither was I , but I wanted just that little taste first. His hands held my hips, fingers splayed around my waist. I wanted his hands on my breasts, but decided another kiss was more important. I pressed my lips against his. He opened his mouth and groaned. I set the pace and, like a good boy, he didn’t move his hands higher or lower. I didn’t think I liked his good boy side.
    “Why do you taste so good?” I asked when I could find the strength to move away slightly.
    “I always think the same thing about you, but I haven’t tasted what I really want. Yet.”
    The good boy was leaving , because his hands moved slightly so his fingers encompassed my ass cheeks. His palms tightened and my panties grew uncomfortably wet. I couldn’t help squirming against him.
    “I can smell how much you want me.” His voice was so damn sexy and the car only magnified his rumbled words.
    I moaned against his lips. He drove me completely crazy and we were back to mixed signals again. When he didn’t plan to have sex with me, he used words to turn me on. But when we had the opportunity, he stayed away.
    “You’re driving me insane, Reed.”
    “And you think it’s different for me.” He lifted his hips, pressing harder against me.
    “That’s not fair.”
    His grip tightened almost painfully on my ass. “Move in over my garage. Help me around the house. Switch your brother and sister to another school and I promise I won’t stop you from leaving if it doesn’t work out. I’ll rent you a house or an apartment.”
    One hand wrapped into my hair and he took control of the next kiss. He tasted every part of my mouth and I think I understood exactly what fucking him could be like.
    He let me come up for air and I opened my heavy eyelids. “I don’t want you to hurt me, Reed, and I’ll hate you if you hurt my brother and sister.”
    “I won’t give you a reason to hate me.”
    I still didn’t get what he wanted from me and the decision was overwhelming. Should I take a chance or not?
    “Say yes.” He kissed my throat , running his tongue across my skin and taking little nibbling bites that drove me wild. He didn’t play fair.
    “Yes,” I whispered and he rewarded me with his mouth again.
    I rubbed against him, need building between my thighs so powerful that my clothes hurt my skin. My wet panties burned against my clit. His knee rose up slightly between my legs, causing more friction as I rocked against it.
    “Let go , Jaycee.”
    Oh , God, he knew.
    “Let go ,” he whispered.
    I did. My toes curled and my legs shook. My pussy quivered against him , wanting more but taking only what he gave. My head went back as he lowered his knee and jerked the center of me closer to the center of him. I cried out, the sound amplified in his car. Before my orgasm was over, embarrassment crashed in. I tried pulling away, but he wouldn’t let me.
    “That was beautiful , baby.”
    I buried my head in his shoulder. “I can’t believe I did that.”
    “I want you doing it over and over.”
    “ I’ve seen the size of you; it’ll kill me.”
    I felt his chest shaking with laughter. “It won’t kill you, baby.”
    I moved my hand over the long , hard ridge beneath his jeans. His indrawn breath made me smile, my embarrassment forgotten. I arched my body away so I could feel his entire length.
    He breathed into my ear , his voice rough. “It’s a little messier for me to do what you just did and I need to make it home.”
    I pressed down harder. “What will you do when you get home?”
    “Take a long shower,” he said in a husky rumble.
    “ A cold one?” I’d always heard that worked for men.
    “No , baby, it’ll be hot, with my hand where yours is.”
    Oh , God, he just talked about masturbating, and I