Feisty by MacKenzie McKade Page A

Sahara, trapping her. “Tell me something.” He eased his body against hers and she gasped. “Are you willing to give this up?” He placed his lips to hers, felt the moment she softened into his kiss. “Or this?” Trailing his mouth down her neck to the hollow of her shoulder blade, he glanced up at her. “Or this?” He dragged her scooped-necked shirt down, taking her skimpy bra with it until one breast was exposed. With his wet tongue, he circled her nipple before taking the taut bud into his mouth. He teased the sensitive skin before he scraped his teeth across it.
    “Devon!” Her trembling hands cradled his face. “Don’t.” She attempted to push him away, but failed. “We need to talk.”
    “No.” He slid his hand between her thighs and cupped her. “We need to fuck,” he growled.
    “Damn you, Devon.” But even as she cursed him, her grip slipped to his shoulders and tightened before she rocked against his palm.
    He licked her nipple once more. Watched the rosy skin of her areola pimple. “I love how responsive your body is.”
    She leaned into his touch. “And I hate what you do to me.”
    He looked up at her again and smiled. “Liar.” Leaving her breast uncovered, he worked his mouth up her chest and neck, kissing, nibbling and sucking, until he reached an ear. “I need you naked, beneath me,” he whispered. Devon felt a tremor snake through her. He would have taken her right there, but a set of headlights topped the road, bathing them in light. When Reece laid on the horn as he and Tabby drove by, Devon knew taking Sahara here wouldn’t be a good idea. “Let’s go hom— To the cabin.”
    She nodded.
    It was uncanny how in tune they were, because both moved at once to climb into the truck. When the lights of the cab came on, he could see her eyes were dilated. She wanted him as much as he wanted her and he found the knowledge arousing. His pulse sped and he couldn’t start the vehicle fast enough. His dick pushed angrily against his jeans as he pressed on the gas. It didn’t help she took that moment to reach over and scrape a fingernail across his zipper, sending naughty signals to his now swollen cock.
    “I wouldn’t do that—”
    The words stuck in his throat as she eased the zipper down and then worked on the button. The bulge between his thighs grew harder, thicker and thankful for its release when it pushed against his boxers. But now he had something else to worry about, because she didn’t plan to play with him and maybe jack him off. Instead she leaned into his lap and stared up at him from beneath thick lashes, blue eyes dilated with lust and filled with longing. His heart thudded.
    God help him. He couldn’t have denied her even if he had wanted.
    Dropping a single hand from the steering wheel, he tangled his fingers in her silky hair. After she tugged down his boxers, she blew a warm breath that mingled with the cool night air, sending a shiver through him. Her fingertips danced over him and a low moan escaped him.
    “Don’t tease me,” he growled. “I’m riding a very fine edge right now.” Devon fisted his fingers in her hair, pushed her head closer to him, held her right where he wanted—a breath away from his rock-hard cock.
    When her moist tongue slid over him, his hips shot upward and he nearly jumped out of his skin. She laughed quietly and he couldn’t help smiling. He loved how playful she was, especially when it came to loving him. She smoothed her tongue over the tortured length of his dick once more and his foot eased on the gas. As her soft lips slid over him and she took him deep, every muscle in his body clenched, including his foot, and he broke hard with a jerk. Struggling to wrap his mind around what she was doing and how fucking arousing it felt, he held his breath.
    With each glide of her mouth, the way her tongue stroked him, the pressure of her lips, his body clenched, as did his fingers in her hair. When she rubbed against the outer vein