Looks like Trouble to Me (Bad Boys Need Love, Too #1) Page 8

  “I do, too.”

  “Glad to hear that.”

  They traipsed along for several yards, coming to a soft, grassy bank next to the river. He handed her his helmet, pulled his leather satchel off his side, and dug inside it for his blanket. He spread it along an especially comfy area. “Sit.”

  She settled onto the blanket and waited for him to do the same.

  “You make me feel wild and free, Jace.”

  “I’m glad,” he said. “Is that different than you usually feel?”

  “Maybe. Yeah, actually,” she said, picking up a stick. “I’m the responsible one in the family.” She poked it in the cushy grass. “Nice of you to bring a blanket.”

  “It’s good to be prepared.”

  She grew silent.

  Jace studied her in the moonlight, captivated. She stirred something different than any woman. “You’re so beautiful.” He turned away before lust got the better of him. He wanted to orchestrate tonight just right.

  She gave him a sidelong glance, a tiny smile playing at the edge of her mouth. “Jace…”

  “Mm hmm,” he said, watching the way the moonlight sparkled along the flowing river. He scooted close to her until their hips were touching, then took her hand in his. A sense of expansive excitement flowed through his body from the contact.

  “Is this where we…you know?”

  “Tell me.”

  “You know.”

  “I don’t know. Is this where we…?”

  “You said you’d lay me out among the stars.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and stared at the ground.

  “No, this is where we take in the stars’ mystery.” His breath came hard and fast as he regarded her. Normally, he’d be in, out, and down the road by now. Not with this one. Play it right.

  Her face fell, a touch of disappointment coloring her star-kissed face.

  “Lay back with me.” He slowly fell onto his back, guiding her with him. He tucked his arm under her head and she cuddled against him. It had been a long time since he’d shared this simple kind of connection. “Tell me what you see when you look at the heavens.”

  She remained silent for a while and he imagined cogs whirring in her mind. His eyes traced the endless constellations as he lay contentedly with Zoé in his arms.

  Finally, she spoke. “Do you really want to know what I see when I look at the stars?”

  “Yes,” he said, “I do.”

  “Are you expecting me to say beauty, wonder and bliss?”

  He blinked in surprise. “Only if that’s what you see.”

  She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “When I look at the stars - and this is tonight, not all the time….”

  “I’m listening.”

  “When I look at the stars I don’t see anything because all I feel is you.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means, you confound me, Jace Savage. You get me all hot and…”

  “Wet?” he interjected.

  “Yes, wet,” she said in an exasperated tone. “You get me all hot and wet and you tell me we’re going to make love under the stars and now, here we are, stars overhead, and you’re not making a move.”

  “I’m not ready to make a move, as you put it.” His cock pitched a tantrum in his jeans.

  “So you don’t find me attractive?”

  “Oh, no, Zoé, you won’t hear that coming from my lips. I’m captivated by you…entranced…mind-boggled…tongue-tied…twitter-pated…” Horny, lusty, can’t wait…

  She laughed. “Twitter-pated?”

  “Completely and utterly. Look,” he pointed at the night sky. “Shooting star. Did you see it?”

  “Yes, I saw it.”

  “Another reminder of the mystery in which we abide.” He turned to gaze at her. “Another reminder of possibilities before us.”

  “You sound like a poet.”

  “Nah. Only a guy who appreciates the wonder of the world. It’s a good thing to do. It keeps you from focusing on the tragedy. The world is a wonderful and terrible place to be.”

  “Sounds like you’ve experienced some of the terrible.”

  “I told you, I’ve had my share of trouble. Currently, I’m not having any.”

  “Currently, as in at this time in your life, or, currently, as in this moment?”

  “You’re cute, Zoé.”

  “Well? Which one is it?”

  “I plead the fifth.”

  “Sounds like you still have some.”

  “Is your life trouble free?” he asked.

  “No, but…”

  “But what I’d really love to do, beautiful girl, is focus on the stars with you by my side.”

  She let out a sharp breath. “That’s not fair.”

  “What’s not fair?”

  “You talk as if we’re in a real relationship. If that were true, we’d be able to share stuff, like the kind of trouble you’re in. I don’t want to be getting into bed with a serial killer, a mass murderer or a psychopath.”

  “That eliminates three possibilities out of millions. This must be my lucky day because I’m none of those, I assure you.”

  “What kind of trouble, then?”

  Marni’s screaming, unhappy face popped into this mind. “The kind I don’t want to talk about right now. Please let it go.” He propped himself up on his elbow to look at her. “Please. We have a real relationship, I can assure you. I told you I have plans for you and I meant what I said. But plans and dreams have to unfold in their own time.” He ran a finger along her downy soft cheek. “Can you live with that? Don’t make me tear open my chest before I’m ready.”

  She turned to look at him directly, her eyes soft and clear. Her warm breath puffed softly against his face.

  “You look like a goddess, you know.”

  “Do I?”

  “In the moonlight, yeah. I can’t wait to photograph you.” And then…

  She captured her lip in her teeth again.

  “And don’t you worry about the fucking.”

  She inhaled sharply. “No?”

  “No. We’ll definitely fuck. We’ll also screw. And make love - absolutely we’ll wind our way into the make love zone,” he said, followed by a gulp. Total cheese. “No boinking though.”

  “None?” She let out a quick laugh.

  “Nope. No boinking or doinking or balling or humping. I have my pride.”

  She let out a bigger laugh, making his heart surge. “You’re a funny guy, Jace Savage.”

  “Thank you, Zoé Dubois. That means a lot coming from you.” He reclined once more on his back. “Can we look at the stars now? We’re missing the show.”

  She settled next to him. After a few minutes, she said, “Jace?”

  “Mm hmm.”

  “When do we get to…you know?”

  “Tell me.”

  “When do we get to, um, screw. Fuck. Make love.”

  “Someone’s eager.”

  “You’re not?”

  “I didn’t say that.” He reached for her hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. “Does this feel like a guy who doesn’t want to plunge inside the woman next to him?”

  “Not at all. What are you waiting for?”

  “This is foreplay, baby.”

  “Foreplay?”

  “The art of seduction.”

  “What’s that?”

  “What we’re doing. I’m seducing you, Jace Savage style.”

  “Do you do this often?”

  “Seduce Zoé Dubois? No. This is my first time.”

  “No, I mean seduce women.”

  “Oh, I see where this is headed. We’re back to you vetting me for my qualifications as a suitor. Am I a womanizer? A player? That’s what you’re asking.”

  “Are you?”

  “I’ve had my share of women.”

  “Have you ever fallen in love?”

  “Oh, yes.” He let out a long, slow breath. “And I believe I’ll do it again,” he said bol
dly. Actually, the thought scared the shit out of him as evidenced by his madly racing pulse.

  “With who?”

  “With you, who else?” He kissed her temple tenderly, while his heart hammered in his chest.

  “How can you be sure?”

  “Shhh, Zoé Dubois. Look at the stars. All your needs will get met, I assure you. I’m scheming as we lay here.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really.”

  “I can wait then.”

  “Can you?”

  “Yes, I can wait with eager anticipation.”

  “I like the sound of that. Makes me hot, actually.” Oh, baby…

  “Does it?”

  “Oh, yeah. Very. Feel it.” He placed her hand on his cock again. “Can you feel how much I ache for you? This is me, longing to be inside of you.”

  “What’s stopping you?”

  “Who said I’m stopping? More like savoring. The night is young.”

  “We’re back to the art of seduction, are we?” she said. “Two can play at seduction, you know.”

  Mmm. Perfect response. He glanced over at her smiling face, focused on the stars. “It’s far better with two.”

  “Then, game on.”

  The simple statement made his cock pulse with joy. “Are you saying you’re going to seduce me back?” he said, smiling mischievously.

  “I’m saying, two can play. You’re one and I’m one. That makes two.”

  “Understood. Simple math.” He ran his tongue along his teeth in anticipation.

  They both fell quiet for a while, inhaling the night’s mystery.

  “I’m going to wreck you, you know.”

  His voice seemed to hit her like a bullet, causing her to jerk. “You are? What does that mean?”

  “You’re never going to want anyone else, I’m going to guarantee that.”

  “That’s a pretty bold statement for someone who hasn’t made a move yet.”

  “I want to warn you, is all.”

  “I’ve been warned.”

  “And you’re not running?”

  “You could be all talk.” She shifted next to him. “Actually, I’m getting cold. Can we go somewhere warm?”

  “Like where?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll leave that up to you.”

  “Okay.” He looked at her quizzically, wondering if he’d played this all wrong.

  They bundled up the blanket, picked up the gear and traipsed out of the wooded area. He climbed on the bike, and said, “Ready for you.”

  “Good,” she said. She sauntered toward him, took the helmet from his hands and set it on the ground.

  His eyebrows rose. “Something in mind?”

  “Foreplay’s over, baby,” she said. She slid her tight jeans down, yanked them off each foot over her shoes, and dropped them on top of the helmet.

  His eyes grew saucer wide. Holy fucking hell. He licked his lips, all thoughts, schemes, strategies blown away.

  She climbed in front of him, straddling his hips, clad in panties and her oversized shirt. “Oh, God,” she said, once she nestled on top of his thighs. “You do something to me, Jace.”

  His cock jerked, pulsing inside his jeans. “Yeah?” He could barely breathe.

  “Oh, yeah. I mean, I barely know you and I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone.”

  “I know what you mean,” he said, placing his hands on her smooth thighs. He pushed his palms along her legs, sweeping them around to her backside, tugging her into his throbbing groin. “God, I want to fuck you hard.”

  Her response consisted of grinding into his hips, her legs steadied against the bike’s metal frame. “Have you ever done it while driving?”

  “What?” His eyebrows launched sky high. “I’ve thought of it, but no, haven’t ever done it.”

  She proceeded to unbutton and unzip his jeans, releasing his erection. Without preamble, she lifted her hips, pushed aside her panties, and slid down on top of him. “Oh, God,” she repeated again. She placed her hands on his shoulders. “Let’s go.”

  “Oh, baby, are you wet. Is that all for me?” he murmured, completely aroused by the skin on slippery skin.

  “I granted you rights, Jace. This wetness is only for you.”

  Don’t blow this, do the right thing, do the right thing, do the right thing. “I, uh, I take it you’re on birth control?”

  “What do you think?”

  He could barely hold a cohesive thought in his mind. “I’ll take that as a yes. And you trust I’m clean?”

  “Are you?” She thrust her hips forward.

  “Oh, Jesus, woman.” He groaned. “Oh, fuck, you feel good.”

  She pulled away, gliding along his length, sliding down. “Well?”

  “Yes, yes, yes, I’m clean. I always use a condom…except not now…in this moment…because you….” His mind scrambled and lurched, all available resources dropping to the lovely woman planted on his cock. “Oh, hell, no diseases of any kind.”

  “Me, too. Start driving.”

  “What about the gear?” he said, indicating the goods strewn on the ground.

  “We’ll swing back to get it.” She said this like she was in charge.

  His cock pulsed inside of her pleased to finally get some action. He jammed the key in the ignition and fired it up. Then, careful not to disturb her position, he guided the bike onto the dark road, flipped on the lights and sped away into the darkness, more turned on than he’d ever been in his life.

  Chapter 11

  “I’m not going to last long,” Zoé yelled, as they navigated the winding road. Balancing on his lap on a moving motorcycle was harder then she thought it would be but still…the vibration of the bike thrumming through his muscled thighs, coupled with her acute, all-day arousal made it impossible to hold back. “I’ve been on the verge since last night.”

  “Good, because I could come any second now,” he called over the engine noise.

  His long hair lashed her face with sharp, stinging slaps while hers whipped around her head like a whirlwind. She could sense Jace using every ounce of his control to safely guide the Deus through the darkness, maintaining a safe speed, and also keep from coming. She felt his cock jerk inside of her, watched his face, furrowed in concentration as he drove. “Okay, Jace. Okay. Can’t hold back.”

  “Okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He shifted gears, leaned forward, making the bike surge forward down a long, straight section of road.

  She clung to him, his hard length hitting her in just the right place. The thrill of this much speed, the vibrating beast compelling them forward, combined with sitting on this man’s cock sent her spinning into orgasm. Her fingers dug into Jace’s back. “Oh, God. Jace!” She let out a long, deep moan, squeezing her eyes shut as she contracted around his erection. When she opened them she saw Jace’s forehead furrowed, as he willed himself to concentrate. She threw back her head and laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” he asked.

  “You. Pull over.”

  He quickly throttled back the engine, and pulled the Deus into the opening of a long dirt driveway. “Looked like that felt good,” he said, placing his legs on the ground to balance, tugging her against him with one arm.

  “It did. Unbelievable! How was that for an exploratory fuck?”

  He chuckled. “Fan-fucking-tastic. You feel incredible.”

  “What shall we do next?” she asked eagerly. “Sometimes I can orgasm more than once.”

  “Sometimes?” he said, an impish expression coloring his face. “I won’t be content until you come numerous times, each time we fuck, screw, make-love, conjoin…”

  She stopped his speech by pulling him into a kiss. She liked feeling bossy with Jace. She liked the rough feel of his day long stubble, underneath her palms. She loved the smell of him - all open air, hot bike, and masculinity. He plunged his tongue inside her, jumpstarting her renewed arousal. She surrendered to the feel of his mouth crushing hers.

  When she came up for
air, she said, “Oh, God, Jace. What do you do to me?” She pushed against his hard heat, feeling it twitch inside.

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She did as he commanded, clasping her legs around his hips.

  “Let’s have a Hollywood moment.”

  “What’s that?”

  He peeled off his leather jacket and bunched it into a pillow for her head. Placing it over the handlebars, he guided her into an incline position, still nestled deep inside her. Next, he grabbed the handles, and rocked into her, revving the engine each time he impaled her core. “Oh, fuck, Zoé. You’re my fucking angel.” He continued to plunge and thrust inside of her, making the engine roar beneath her ass.

  She climaxed around him, clenching him hard with her legs, squeezing tight. A long, low moan escaped her mouth.

  Jace growled his release, spilling his seed inside her with overwhelming intensity. Had he ever felt this crazy about anyone, ever?

  Far up the driveway, house lights flicked on. “Uh oh,” he said. “I think we’re about to be busted.” A few seconds later a vehicle’s headlights flicked on and began to move in their direction.

  Zoé spun around to see what he saw. “Oh, no!” She climbed off Jace, tugged her shirt into place and positioned her panties.

  Jace zipped his trousers and shrugged on his jacket as the burgundy colored sedan pulled up next to them.

  “Everything okay?” an older gentleman asked.

  A mixed breed, curly haired mutt stood in the man’s lap, head out the window, sniffing the air.

  Oh, boy. Don’t you dare tell what you smell, she silently told the canine.

  “Yes, sir. We were out for a drive and I started having engine trouble. I’m sorry if we disturbed you,” Jace said.

  “Did you get it fixed?” he asked, dubiously.

  The little dog barked.

  “Jester! Stop it!” the man commanded.

  The dog licked his face.

  “I think so. We were about to test it out when you arrived.”

  “I’ll wait here to see if you have any more trouble. I can call a tow truck if you need one.” He still appeared suspicious.

  “Would you? That would be great,” Jace said. “We’re a ways out, aren’t we?”

  “Ten miles south of the nearest town.” He looked down his nose at Zoé. “You should be wearing pants,” he said.

  “Yes, I am a bit cold,” she said. “How dumb of me.”