Feisty by MacKenzie McKade Page B

that ran down his length and swirled her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock, he inhaled a sharp breath.
    “Sahara,” he groaned.
    Something about this woman drove him completely wild. He curled his fingers around the steering wheel and fought for control. This woman screwed with his mind, his plans, because right now it didn’t matter they were parked in the middle of the road. The only thing that mattered was this moment between them.
    He gazed down on her bobbing head, her hair a halo of strawberry blonde lying across his thighs. Each time she swallowed around him, squeezed, his toes curled in his shoes. The heady sensation of her sucking and nibbling sent him into meltdown. With each stroke, his balls grew heavy, drawing close to his body while his hips rose automatically to meet her sweet, sweet rhythm. Then there were the little sounds she made, the warmth of her mouth, and the way she used it to drive him senseless. When she scraped her teeth over him, he threw his head back, slamming it against the headrest.
    “Damn.” His curse eased out on a shaky breath.
    Her sultry moan filled the cab in response.
    “Harder,” he breathed, when he meant deeper, faster.
    Devon couldn’t think—only feel as she consumed him in a fiery ball of ecstasy. He was past grasping for straws of control when white-hot lightning erupted at the base of his groin. In the next second, he rode a blaze of sensations that ricocheted throughout him and set off a series of electrical currents burning beneath his skin. When he reached the pinnacle of his climax, he cried out and his vision dimmed. The sense of spiraling out of control sent a tremor down his back. He prayed she didn’t feel him tremble or sense what was happening to him, because he was falling for this woman and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
    Hair mussed, she raised her head from his lap. Her blues eyes locked with his. Like a cat savoring cream, she slowly licked her swollen lips. The movement was heart-stoppingly sexy, so much so that his flaccid cock twitched. His body’s reaction to her didn’t go unmissed. A smile touched her lips. Judging by her grin, she realized exactly what power she had over him. But how he felt about her was still his secret, because letting her go right now was not an option. When the time came he would deal with it, but not now. For the next week he would enjoy the time with her.
    When her fingers wrapped around his hardening dick, the sudden blare of a horn made her jerk her hand away. Her eyes widened when Leo and Sky drove by in his patrol car. Red and blue lights briefly flashed, dying as she began to laugh.
    “Well crap.” Hot embarrassment swarmed up his neck. “You know what your brother will suspect?”
    Sahara cocked a brow. “So?”
    Her challenging expression curved his lips. “Paybacks are going to be a bitch, baby.”
    “Bring it on,” she growled.

Chapter Six
    The day before Leo and Sky’s wedding was a busy one. Not only were Sahara’s company’s lawyers meeting with the landowners, her family had arrived in town yesterday, and the surveyors had been delayed and were rescheduled for today. Needless to say she was nervous about the deal, but what had crept beneath her skin was tonight she would be going to bed alone.
    While her mom and dad chatted with Lila and Jon, the innkeepers—well, actually, Lila ran the inn and her husband was a doctor—Sahara stared out the large picture window of the inn’s grand room. Oh lucky me . Her parents had decided to stay at Sleepy Cove and took a room right next to hers, while Neal and Sandy stayed at Leo’s. She might not care what her brothers knew about her nocturnal adventures, but her parents… Now that was a different story.
    “Sleep well?” Lila asked Sahara’s mother.
    Those were the same words Devon had asked Sahara this morning. His groggy voice should have sounded sleepy, not sultry, but her nipples had grown taut and her pulse sped. When