Test Drive (21 page)

“Damn.” His eyes appeared black, no longer green. “You’re beautiful.”

She felt beautiful. She’d never been looked at the way he stared at her, as if she was precious. Lara reached behind her, attempting to loosen the bra, when Johnny trapped her arms there.

“Don’t move.” He kissed her again, this time cupping her breasts in his hot hands.

“Oh yeah. Take it off,” she encouraged when she could breathe. She thrust her chest forward, but Johnny would only caress her nipples, molding her breasts, not baring them. “Johnny…”

“Patience. That’s our word of the day.”

“Ass.”

He gave a low laugh. “A three letter word for a place on you I’d like to know better.”

“Johnny.”

“No. This time I’m in charge, and I’m not rushing this. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to want to scream. You’ll come so hard over my cock—the second time you come, I mean—that you’ll squeeze an orgasm right out of me.”

Before she could ask, he added, “I’ll use condoms, I swear. And yeah, I said condom
s
, with an
S
. Because once won’t cut it with you. No way in hell.”

* * *

Johnny meant every word. Seeing Lara in nothing but a bra and jeans took his breath away. She had beautiful breasts, natural, high, firm, and with standout nipples he had to suck. Keeping his clothes on only made sense. He couldn’t ruin everything by sliding inside her too soon. Not with his dick hampered by jeans and underwear.

But keeping
her
clad made little sense, except to prolong his own agony. Which he kind of liked. Self-denial made everything sweeter in the end.

He spread his hand over her belly and felt her tremble. Loving her responsiveness, he had to know. “You wet for me, baby?”

She moaned and tried to kiss him, but he kept her hands locked behind her, while with the other hand he stroked her smooth belly.

“I bet you are. Let’s see.” He slowly unbuttoned her pants, aware she offered no resistance. Sliding his fingers down, under her panties and between her legs, he found her wet, hot, and irresistible.

“I’m wet,” she admitted, though he could all but drown in her warmth. “Ready for you. So come on. Get that condom on and get inside me.”

“So romantic, Lara.” He did his best to appear in control, when he really wanted to howl at the moon, rip those jeans and panties right off her, and bury his head between her legs for days. “I already told you I’m in charge. I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. How about that?” He threw a bite of meanness in his voice.

She gasped and sought his mouth with a ravenous kiss.

She liked him not so nice after all. He kissed her, grinding against her as he finally unfastened her bra and let her lower her arms. “Hold on to my belt loops. Don’t let go.”

“I won’t,” she rasped and arched her neck to give him better access.

He sucked hard enough to leave a mark, then kissed his way to her breasts. The silky black bra still hanging on her shoulders hinted at her nipples but didn’t show them. And he wanted to keep her waiting.

Johnny kissed past the upper slopes of her breasts and ended between them. He nuzzled there, gratified by her groan of pleasure. Then he settled his mouth over one taut peak through the material of her bra and sucked.

She cried out and gripped his hair, holding him tight. The bra impeded full sensation, at least for him, but it didn’t stop his dick from threatening to burst from his jeans, so full and hard he ached to join her. Johnny sucked and licked over the lace, alternating between breasts.

“Such a tease,” she breathed and arched toward him. Her hand wound between them, and she gripped his erection.

He sucked in a breath, then pushed her hand aside. “Thought I told you to hold on to my belt loops.”

She complied, though with a grumble.

Needing to touch bare flesh, he pulled her straps over her shoulders and down her arms, then dropped the bra to the floor. “Oh yeah.”

Her bare breasts looked better than any fantasy. Large mounds, definitely a handful, and pert pink nipples that begged for a wet kiss. Johnny took one peak in his mouth and sucked, teethed, and nibbled.

Lara went wild, bucking against him and holding on to his hips for dear life. A good thing, because had she sought his dick again, he probably would have come in his jeans. The woman turned him on without trying, but half-naked and impassioned, she was an erotic temptation more powerful than any force he’d ever known.

“
Johnny.
” She let go of his pants to clutch his hair.

He turned his attention to her other breast while pushing down her jeans and underwear. Once he had her fully naked, he had to look his fill. He lowered her onto her back on his bed, staring into her eyes all the while. Then he eased back to stand, looming over her.

She had high breasts, a trim waist, and those long legs he couldn’t wait to dive between. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes seemed impossibly dark. Lara made him ache.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” slipped out, though he’d meant to be a little more sophisticated.

“Yes.” Her eyes darkened even more.

Johnny ripped off his shirt and toed off his shoes. His socks followed, but he kept his pants on. Anything to slow this down, to savor the experience. This was special; he felt it to his bones.

He climbed onto the bed and started kissing her. Everywhere.

Her sculpted calves, silky thighs, and up. To her soft hips, that sexy, taut belly, and her breasts… Christ, he could have stayed there all night. He continued up her neck to her lips, where he leaned over her, his weight on his elbows. His pelvis mashed against hers.

“You’re so
hard
.”

“Yeah, I am. And I want to last, so don’t move,” he ordered.

She moaned but obeyed, and his lust skyrocketed. Lara never took orders from him. But she apparently couldn’t think to disobey at this point. He kissed her until they both needed air.

Then he slid back down her body. She smelled amazing. Sultry, spicy and, as he drew closer to the thin strip of hair guarding her sex, like heaven.

“Fuck, Lara.” Johnny buried his face between her legs and licked. And licked again. He closed his lips around her clit, sucking the plump bud while she writhed under him. Before he could add his fingers, she cried out and came.

He found himself humping the bed while she continued to gyrate against his mouth.

When he finally pulled himself up for air and glanced up at her, it was to find her staring at him in shock.

“I came.” She panted. “Hard.”

“You sound surprised.” He tsked, wanting to see her climb once more. “That’s just the first time, baby. Let’s get you hot and bothered again.”

“But I want you in me.”

Damn right.
“Me too. But not yet.” He stroked her inner thighs, her cropped curls, her folds, sliding his rough fingers through flesh as fine as silk. Returning his mouth to her sex, he licked and sucked while he played with her, thrusting his finger in and out in a slow, building rhythm.

It didn’t take her long to catch on, and then he had to free himself from the torture of his confining clothes.

“Yes,” she said. “In me this time.”

He stripped naked and fished in his pocket for a condom. After donning it with shaky hands, he slid back up her body and kissed her breasts. He teased himself by rubbing against her slick heat. Over and over, until he feared coming without ever penetrating.

She kept trying to tug him closer, and he finally let her.

Lara spread her legs wider and wrapped those strong thighs around his waist, opening herself to receive him. “In me, baby.”

Shit.
She’d called him baby. He kissed her and found her hot and welcoming. Then he slid, slowly, into the best place on earth. One slow inch at a time, he discovered the warmth that was Lara.

“Yes, Johnny.
Yes.
” She locked her ankles behind the small of his back, and he sank inside her as deeply as he could go.

“You feel so good.”
So fuckin’ good.
He treasured the feeling, then had to move or he’d lose his mind. His balls were like rocks, his shaft thick to the point of pain. Johnny needed release.

Inside Lara.

He wished like hell he didn’t have to use a condom, but he didn’t want to freak her out. She trusted him. Besides, protected, they could go at it all night long without any worries. Like hell he’d ruin that.

He withdrew a bit, then slid back inside. His thrusts became faster, his ability to hold back a thing of the past.

“So close,” he muttered as he fucked her. “So close.” He could say nothing else as he hammered inside her. Not slow or patient, but fast, desperate, hungry for Lara.

He slammed inside her, grinding up against her clit with each pass. And like magic, she came again, her body like a vise, clamping down around his.

“
Fuck
,” he shouted as he poured into her, unable to function past the bliss of her body.

She clenched and keened, her breathy satisfaction in pants and cries already committed to his memory.

Johnny couldn’t do more than twitch as she milked him of every ounce of pleasure. When he finally ceased coming, he wondered if he’d have enough energy to do this again. Because he
had
to. The need to tie himself to her was so overpowering it scared him.

“Oh, wow.” Lara stroked his hair and finally loosened her grip around his waist. Her legs fell to either side of him, but Johnny didn’t want to pull out yet. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah.” He tucked his head next to hers, breathing into the pillow, and tried to remember how to make coherent sentences. Nothing yet.

“You felt so big in me. So thick.” She did something with her inner muscles that made him shudder and spurt again, though he’d thought himself done.

“Yeah.”

She sighed, her hands on his hair totally relaxing. And a little…arousing? “It figures sex with you would be better than my fantasies.”

He propped himself up on his elbows to see her. “Fantasies? Tell me more.”

She laughed. “Okay, I admit I wondered a time or two what sleeping with you would be like.”

“That’s it?” He equated
sleeping with you
with actual sleeping, and found to his surprise that the idea had appeal. Holding Lara close, sleeping with her, waking up next to her, had him longing for so much more.

“I wouldn’t call this sleeping.” He withdrew a fraction, then surged deeper, still wearing the condom. He knew he needed to pull out and dispose of it, but she felt so damn good right now. “Come on. Tell me something real, in detail.”

She sighed and clamped down on him, and he fought a shiver. “Well, there’s one fantasy where we’re together…and your head is between my legs.”

He moved faster, getting his second wind and growing.

Her voice lowered. “We’re in a garage.” She toyed with the hair at his nape. “You’re working on some hot rod, a pretty red car. But when you see me, you have to put your tools aside, because you’re so hungry for me.” She moaned as he worked her harder. “Then you strip me, throw me down on the hood of that pretty car, and start eating me out.” Lara clenched him inside her with a sharp contraction and gasped. “God, Johnny. Didn’t you fill that thing already?”

“Yeah, and I’m gonna fill it again. Well, not this one.” It killed him, but he withdrew and hurriedly pulled off the condom, tossing it discreetly next to the bed on the floor. “I need another one.
Now.
”

He rolled off her and dug one out of his nightstand, aware of her gaze.

“Holy crap. You’re huge. I mean, I felt you in me. But you’re just… a grower, aren’t you, Johnny Devlin?”

He flushed, and she laughed. “Stop,” he growled.

“Oh, baby. A big package, and all for me.”

He resheathed himself, amazed he could go again so soon. Then again, this was Lara. Half-hard, he tucked himself back in her hot pussy and closed his eyes, lost inside her.

He moved on instinct and kissed her, soon spurring new moans and pleas from her sweet lips. Then the world fell away as he reached ecstasy in Lara’s arms again. He’d found the one woman who could tear his heart out and leave him a shell of a man—a fact he’d suspected four years and seven months ago. But now, having had her so close, he didn’t know if he’d survive when she inevitably left.

A troubling dilemma, and one he’d try to figure out just as soon as he could get his brain to start working again.

They lay together, breathing heavily, Johnny so bone-deep content he had trouble thinking of anything but Lara.

“You’re heavy,” she whispered, sounding drowsy.

He reluctantly withdrew, scooping the used condom from the floor, and left for the bathroom, returning cleaned up. He slid into bed beside her and marveled that even spent and a little sweaty, Lara looked like an angel.

“I just need a tiny nap before I go.”

He glanced at the clock and saw the hour had reached nearly three. She had to be beat, and truth was, Johnny didn’t want her to leave. “Shh. Just close your eyes. I’m in no rush to boot your ass out the door.”

She gave a low laugh, sighed, then curled into him. His heart did a weird flip in his chest and settled, her warmth making it impossible to keep any kind of safe distance, physically or emotionally. So he surrendered to the closeness and hugged her tight. He fell asleep spooning her, never wanting to let go.

Chapter 13

If it was a dream, it was one of the best she’d ever had. Caught between sleep and wakefulness, Lara moaned into a man’s mouth, his callused hands all over her breasts and belly. She was lying under him, spread-eagle, as he nuzzled his way from her mouth to her neck, kissing and caressing all the way.

She gripped him, loving the thick girth and steely evidence of his arousal. So big, so hungry for her.

He moaned and settled between her thighs. In one deep push he shoved inside her, until he could go no farther. She felt incredibly full, and so turned on she literally overheated. Then he was moving, faster and deeper, hitting all the right spots.