Leopard's Prey
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“Get into my car fast or we’re not going to have that long slow session of making love I promised,” Remy advised.
She laughed softly, in no way intimidated. “That’s not much of a threat, Remy,” she told him, hiking up the hem of her gown with one hand and hurrying as fast as she could in her high heels. “I happen to know you have stamina. I can have my cake and eat it too.”
He yanked open the car door for her. “What does that mean?”
His voice had dropped an octave, making her shiver with anticipation. She waited until he’d come around to the driver’s side and had started the car.
“It means I’m good at removin’ my clothes in your car, and I think we can make it as far as the bayou road before I start removin’ your clothes. If you don’ want to drive into the bayou, and I don’t recommend it having been there once myself, I think you’ll pull over. We can do slow and easy when we get home.”
He let out his breath and drove as fast as he could without putting them in danger. She reached under her arm and unzipped the gown slowly. He glanced sideways and caught the sight of the side of her breast. She slipped the long sleeves off her arms. The last traffic light before they left the city went red. Bijou held her gown over the tops of her breasts.
“You know Gage is goin’ to stop us one of these days and find you completely naked.”
The light changed and he drove faster, putting distance between them and any lights. Bijou laughed at his silly warning. Gage would know better, and she knew it. She slid the dress down her body and wiggled it down over her hips. She wore a garter belt and stockings, her heels and nothing else. “Just for you. In case you came to the showing tonight. A thank-you.”
“Open your legs.”
“Pay attention to the road.”
“Open your legs and I will.”
“You always have to have your way,” Bijou pointed out. She opened her legs for him, shifting a little closer to him. The seat belt lay in between her breasts and the lap belt cinched her waist.
“I’m glad you’re finally realizin’ that,” Remy said, unrepentant. “I’ve never particularly wanted to handcuff a woman, but I think I might try that with you. Just for the fun of it.”
“Who’s goin’ to have the fun?”
His finger dipped into her hot canal. “Both of us,” he assured. “I can’t believe you’re still so damned tight.” He pressed a second finger deep. “And so slick and hot.”
“We’re almost to the bayou road,” Bijou warned. “I’ll be out of this seat belt and goin’ after what I want. You’re not the only one who wants their way.”
“Don’ you touch me until I have the car stopped. I won’t be responsible for what I do.”
Butterflies took off at the growling warning in his voice. She loved teasing him. His fingers drove her insane. She couldn’t sit still, no matter how hard she tried. Her hips moved with the wicked rhythm his fingers set and she could feel her body coiling tighter and tighter. She couldn’t wait. He was deliberately prolonging her satisfaction. He was already on the bayou road, and yet he didn’t pull over and he didn’t relieve the gathering tension in her. Every time she came close to falling over the edge, he pulled back.
Her breath hissed out in a low growl of her own. He just laughed. She unlocked the seat belt in one quick flick and went after his trouser zipper. His cock sprang free and she closed her mouth around it, uncaring that her butt was up in the air. She took him deep, her tongue swirling and dancing, stroking up and down his thick shaft and finding the sensitive spot under the leaking head.
That definitely got his attention. He pulled over, finding a spot deep in the trees. She clamped her mouth tight around him, suckling hard, determined that he would be as frenzied for her as she was for him. He caught her head by two fistfuls of hair and pushed her down on him, deeper than she’d ever been. For a moment she panicked.
His hand came down hard on her buttocks. “Damn it. Do you think I’d hurt you?”
The bite of pain was more erotic than she expected. The nerve endings in her bottom spread out like waves of fire straight to her core. He guided her head, pulling her off of him enough to get air and pushing her back down to take him deep. He set the rhythm, controlling every move. Eventually, he let go with one hand and rubbed her bottom with the other.
She could feel his body begin to shudder, his erection swelling, and abruptly he pulled her head off of him.
“Nooo,” she wailed. “Remy. I have to have you right now.”
Swearing under his breath, Remy nearly kicked the door open, pulling her out with him, which wasn’t easy. She stood there, high heels, her sexy garter and her hair tumbling wildly around her. Her beautiful mouth was swollen, her lipstick a little smeared. He placed her hands on the fender of the car and bent her over, pulling her hips back toward him.
“Hold still,” he growled when she wouldn’t stop moving.
“Hurry. I have to have you and you’re takin’ your sweet time. I’m burnin’ up inside. I swear, cher, I’m desperate for you,” Bijou pleaded.
He gave her buttocks another flat-handed smack, which only sent more heat flaring through her—he knew because her lavender honey spilled out. He entered her hard and fast, ramming deep, a brutal, savage stroke that she met with her body bucking back toward his. Her muscles clamped down hard around him, squeezing like the tightest fist. She sobbed with delight.
She laughed softly, in no way intimidated. “That’s not much of a threat, Remy,” she told him, hiking up the hem of her gown with one hand and hurrying as fast as she could in her high heels. “I happen to know you have stamina. I can have my cake and eat it too.”
He yanked open the car door for her. “What does that mean?”
His voice had dropped an octave, making her shiver with anticipation. She waited until he’d come around to the driver’s side and had started the car.
“It means I’m good at removin’ my clothes in your car, and I think we can make it as far as the bayou road before I start removin’ your clothes. If you don’ want to drive into the bayou, and I don’t recommend it having been there once myself, I think you’ll pull over. We can do slow and easy when we get home.”
He let out his breath and drove as fast as he could without putting them in danger. She reached under her arm and unzipped the gown slowly. He glanced sideways and caught the sight of the side of her breast. She slipped the long sleeves off her arms. The last traffic light before they left the city went red. Bijou held her gown over the tops of her breasts.
“You know Gage is goin’ to stop us one of these days and find you completely naked.”
The light changed and he drove faster, putting distance between them and any lights. Bijou laughed at his silly warning. Gage would know better, and she knew it. She slid the dress down her body and wiggled it down over her hips. She wore a garter belt and stockings, her heels and nothing else. “Just for you. In case you came to the showing tonight. A thank-you.”
“Open your legs.”
“Pay attention to the road.”
“Open your legs and I will.”
“You always have to have your way,” Bijou pointed out. She opened her legs for him, shifting a little closer to him. The seat belt lay in between her breasts and the lap belt cinched her waist.
“I’m glad you’re finally realizin’ that,” Remy said, unrepentant. “I’ve never particularly wanted to handcuff a woman, but I think I might try that with you. Just for the fun of it.”
“Who’s goin’ to have the fun?”
His finger dipped into her hot canal. “Both of us,” he assured. “I can’t believe you’re still so damned tight.” He pressed a second finger deep. “And so slick and hot.”
“We’re almost to the bayou road,” Bijou warned. “I’ll be out of this seat belt and goin’ after what I want. You’re not the only one who wants their way.”
“Don’ you touch me until I have the car stopped. I won’t be responsible for what I do.”
Butterflies took off at the growling warning in his voice. She loved teasing him. His fingers drove her insane. She couldn’t sit still, no matter how hard she tried. Her hips moved with the wicked rhythm his fingers set and she could feel her body coiling tighter and tighter. She couldn’t wait. He was deliberately prolonging her satisfaction. He was already on the bayou road, and yet he didn’t pull over and he didn’t relieve the gathering tension in her. Every time she came close to falling over the edge, he pulled back.
Her breath hissed out in a low growl of her own. He just laughed. She unlocked the seat belt in one quick flick and went after his trouser zipper. His cock sprang free and she closed her mouth around it, uncaring that her butt was up in the air. She took him deep, her tongue swirling and dancing, stroking up and down his thick shaft and finding the sensitive spot under the leaking head.
That definitely got his attention. He pulled over, finding a spot deep in the trees. She clamped her mouth tight around him, suckling hard, determined that he would be as frenzied for her as she was for him. He caught her head by two fistfuls of hair and pushed her down on him, deeper than she’d ever been. For a moment she panicked.
His hand came down hard on her buttocks. “Damn it. Do you think I’d hurt you?”
The bite of pain was more erotic than she expected. The nerve endings in her bottom spread out like waves of fire straight to her core. He guided her head, pulling her off of him enough to get air and pushing her back down to take him deep. He set the rhythm, controlling every move. Eventually, he let go with one hand and rubbed her bottom with the other.
She could feel his body begin to shudder, his erection swelling, and abruptly he pulled her head off of him.
“Nooo,” she wailed. “Remy. I have to have you right now.”
Swearing under his breath, Remy nearly kicked the door open, pulling her out with him, which wasn’t easy. She stood there, high heels, her sexy garter and her hair tumbling wildly around her. Her beautiful mouth was swollen, her lipstick a little smeared. He placed her hands on the fender of the car and bent her over, pulling her hips back toward him.
“Hold still,” he growled when she wouldn’t stop moving.
“Hurry. I have to have you and you’re takin’ your sweet time. I’m burnin’ up inside. I swear, cher, I’m desperate for you,” Bijou pleaded.
He gave her buttocks another flat-handed smack, which only sent more heat flaring through her—he knew because her lavender honey spilled out. He entered her hard and fast, ramming deep, a brutal, savage stroke that she met with her body bucking back toward his. Her muscles clamped down hard around him, squeezing like the tightest fist. She sobbed with delight.
