Caribbean Cowboy: Under the Caribbean Sun, Book 4 Read Online Free PDF Page B

badass thundering away on his bike with the hottest girl in town, but now she’d reduced him to a lightning bolt of need and desire.
    “I like you, Nik.” She slid the zipper down with exquisite slowness.
    “I can tell.” He swallowed and dug deep for what control he had left. He liked women smart, strong and a little bit bossy, but this was getting out of hand. So out of hand, he was likely to go off in hers. “Why are you in such a hurry?”
    “Me?” She opened the fly of his jeans and his cock sprang toward her, held at bay only by the confines of his underwear. “You stripped me naked two minutes ago and haven’t done a thing about it.”
    “My apologies, Princess.” He shoved his jeans and boxers until they dropped to his boots. He slipped the condom from the package and fisted his cock.
    “Let me do that.” Janny twined the fingers of one hand around his wrist and the other around the tip of his cock.
    He let her, in part because her fingers felt so good on him. And in part because it was his turn to take back control. With his hands free, he cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs. She hummed her pleasure as she slid the condom over his erection. She wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base of his cock, bringing the other to cup his balls and squeeze. He thrust into her hand and pressed his teeth into his bottom lip.
    “Careful, Janny, you already gave me ideas with that belt.” He puffed the words against her ear and trailed kisses down her neck.
    “What kind of ideas?” Her throaty whisper hung in the air like a challenge. She released her hold on his cock and gripped his ass, pulling him toward her.
    As much as he dreamed of burying himself in her and letting go, he knew she wasn’t nearly as far gone as he was. He slid his hands down her body to her hips and slid her forward, tilting her hips so he could nestle his cock between her plump lips.
    He tasted her thrill as she gasped and he thrust his tongue into her mouth the way he would soon fill her body. He led her down so she lay back on his jacket. He rocked against her, a slow movement that wasn’t enough to send him over the edge, just enough to let her know what was in store. He trailed his kiss down her neck, tracing the line of her collarbone with his tongue. His hands slipped to her ribs, pushing closer until he held the weight of her breasts in each hand.
    He rubbed his rough thumbs over her pearled nipples. He bent his head and tasted one, the salt on her skin making his mouth water. His tongue flirted with one bud and he tried to mimic the dance on the other with his fingers, but the mewing sounds she made and the way she rocked her hips along his hard cock distracted him.
    She arched her back, pushing her entire nipple between his lips. He indulged in the decadence, letting his whole mouth enjoy her nuances. He released her other breast so he could reach around to support her back, holding her to him while he feasted.
    Tasting and teasing, he enjoyed every gasp and moan she made and the frantic way she rubbed her sex against his. A small sound caught his attention and he turned his head to see her plucking her ignored nipple with fierce fingers. He hadn’t thought she’d like it rough, but urged by the sight, he brought his teeth into play. Scraping her nipple on top and bottom, he pulled up so he only held the very tip, flicking his tongue as fast as he could manage.
    She called out, her Caribbean accent thickening as she begged to be fucked. She gripped his shoulders as her body quaked, her nails pressing into his flesh. Hot wetness coated his cock, and he knew when he did bury himself inside of her, he wouldn’t have to be slow or gentle.
    He watched her chest heave as she gasped for breath, grinning at the erotic image. He brought his fingers to the wet nub he’d plied with so much attention and clamped down as he dipped his head to the other.
    “Enough, please. Take me.” Her words danced to an exotic