Lust and Bound by W. Lynn Chantale Page B

him.
    Squaring her shoulders, she unzipped and wiggled out of her dress and was rewarded by a quick flash of his teeth. She struggled with the hook and eye on her bustier, before discarding the lingerie. Cool leather cradled her skin.
    He reached in the ice bucket and held up a cube. With a smile, he rubbed the ice against her lips, before kissing her. The cold melted away as his hot mouth warmed her. She moaned when he dragged the ice across one nipple until the peak ached and throbbed, then did the same to the other. His mouth followed and she placed a hand on the back of his head. She hissed when his teeth nipped the sensitive tip. He slid off the seat, wrapping his arms around her waist, poising her on the edge of the cushion.
    He knelt between her thighs, allowing his cold fingers to slide into her hot wet pussy. She closed her eyes. She never knew how much heat she produced until he wiggled his fingers inside her.
    So good. “Zach.”
    He pushed her thighs wider as he grabbed another ice cube and rubbed it against her clit. She arched against him as he moved the ice in and out of her, whimpering when he thrust it deep. The cold permeated every cell of her body. He moved up her body, his mouth sucking the hard peaks of her breasts as his fingers thrust another cube into the welcoming depths of her body. She moaned, his teeth grazing the underside of her soft globes.
    “That’s it, baby.” He fumbled with his pants, jerking them off and rolling on a condom. He slid on the seat beside her and drew her into his lap. “Ride me, sweetheart. Show me how hot I make you.”
    She straddled his thighs as his large hands went to her breasts and squeezed the amber globes. Slowly she lowered onto his length. The heat of him sent a shudder through her body as she slid down, settling him deeper.
    He dipped his head to her breast, tugging the nipple with his teeth. She moaned as she lifted her hips and slid down again. He drifted a hand over the curve of her hip before landing a stinging slap on her bare ass cheek.
    “You like that, don’t you?”
    “Yes.” A shy smile creased her lips as her hair fell over her shoulder. He wound the tendrils around his fist.
    He sucked hard on her nipple as her hips bucked. She dropped her head on his damp shoulder as a wave of pleasure so intense swamped her and dragged her under, tumbling her over and over before sending her floating on a choppy wave. He flipped her to the seat, drawing her legs over his arms, and thrust deep.
    She tried to squirm away from his rough thrusts, but his fingers held her in place taking each shuddering stroke of his hips. She gripped his arms, arching her back as he moved in and out, scraping already oversensitive folds. A keening cry escaped her lips as she spasmed around him, and he climaxed pulsing deep inside her, chasing away the last of the cold. He collapsed beside her, panting.
    “It can’t be like this all the time.” She stroked his back.
    “Why not?”
    He rolled to his side, pressing her against the seat cushions, tangling her legs with his. He spread her hair against his arm.
    “Well, you either have the coveted handbook on how to please a woman or I’ve been doing something wrong.”
    “You’ve done everything right, much to my enjoyment.” He rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. She arched against him. “And as far as that handbook, I listen.” He swirled his tongue around her tit and she sighed. “When I do that or this…” He stroked her clit and a shudder whispered through her body. “You want more, but this…” He tickled the underside of her arm and she tried to wiggle away. “Totally turns you off.”
    “Wow.”
    He pressed his lips to hers. “You drive me crazy.” He eased from the seat and discarded the spent condom.
    She smirked and propped her head in her hand. “Likewise.”
    He tossed her a grin over his shoulder. “You should get dressed. We’ll be at our destination soon.”
    Trisha glanced out