Page 87 of Desert Rain
I swung off the bike and faced her. She looked wild—flushed, pissed, and turned on all at once.
“No.” I stepped in close, backing her until her shoulders hit the sun-warmed adobe. “The way I see it, you don’t like me. I don’t trust you. Mutual hate.”
I planted one hand on the wall beside her head.
“But I think we both know there’s sparks between us and a fire that’s gonna burn for the next three hours unless we put it out.”
Her eyes widened. She licked her lips. “So you’re suggesting we put it out?”
I leaned in until our mouths almost touched. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
One heartbeat.
Then she grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me down.
Our mouths crashed together—hungry, messy, zero finesse. Tongues sliding, teeth nipping, her hands fisting in my shirt while mine gripped her waist hard enough to bruise. I shoved her back against the wall. She gasped into my mouth. I dropped my head and sucked one of those tight nipples straight through her thin shirt, then shoved the fabric up and latched on skin to skin—hot, wet, greedy.
Sienna arched with a broken moan. “Fuck—Mason?—”
I worked the other nipple with my fingers while I licked and sucked the first like I’d been dying to do since the second she climbed on behind me. She was grinding against my thigh, desperate.
I popped the button on her jeans, shoved my hand inside, and found her soaked. Dripping. My fingers slid through all that slick heat and she whimpered.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I growled against her breast. “You’re so goddamn soaked.”
I found her clit and circled it with two fingers—firm, fast, dirty. Her head thunked back against the wall. Within seconds she was shaking, hips jerking, coming hard with a sharp cry that sounded exactly like the noise her damn cat made when it was pissed. I kept rubbing her through it, milking every pulse until her legs gave out and she sagged against me, breathing like she’d run a marathon.
Before I could even straighten up, Sienna dropped to her knees right there in the dirt.
She had my belt open and my cock out in seconds. No hesitation. She looked up at me once—eyes dark, lips wet—and took me deep in one hot slide of her mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” I hissed, one hand fisting in her hair.
She sucked me like she was mad at me and starving for me at the same time. Messy. Noisy. Perfect. Sloppy and desperate and so fucking good I lasted about ninety seconds before I came hard down her throat with a guttural groan. She swallowed every drop, looking up at me the whole time.
We stayed like that for a long minute—sweaty, breathing hard, staring at each other like we’d both just survived a wreck we never saw coming.
I helped her up, fixed her shirt, watched her button her jeans with fingers that still trembled.
She met my eyes, a little dazed. “That… never happened.”
I smirked. “Agreed.”
Ten minutes later we were back on the bike.
The fire wasn’t gone. But it wasn’t burning us alive anymore.
I opened the throttle and pointed us toward Santa Fe.
For the first time since she’d climbed on behind me, the rest of the ride didn’t feel like torture.
It felt like the beginning of something I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
CHAPTER 9
SIENNA
The county worktruck still smelled new.
