Hot Finish by Erin McCarthy Page A

fortunate that Nikki couldn’t hold her liquor.
    That first touch of her soft, warm lips over his erection had him moaning. “Suz . . . God.”
    “I don’t care what you say,” she murmured, her breath dancing across his flesh. “I still think it’s awfully pretty.”
    “Call it whatever you want,” he said, and he meant that most sincerely.
    “Mmm,” was her only answer before she flicked her tongue over the tip of his shaft, then slid her mouth fully over the length of it.
    The hot, wet slide had him closing his eyes and white-knuckling the door handle. She gave one slow pull back, then she picked up the pace, up and down, her hand gripping the bottom of his cock, her saliva creating a slick surface for her mouth and her fingers. Ryder thought it might be the closest he’d ever come to dying from pleasure, it was such an unexpected jolt of ecstasy. It was only a minute or two before he simultaneously couldn’t take it, yet wanted more.
    Her. He wanted her. Gripping her cheeks, he stopped her. “Take your pants off, babe.”
    Even in the dark, he could see her smile over his cock. “Good idea.”
    Suzanne sat up, and while she unzipped and wiggled out of her jeans, Ryder shoved his own down to his knees, both of their movements impatient and desperate. After several precious seconds were lost to her battling the denim off over her ankles, he said, “Forget it, just come here.” Her panties, turtleneck, and puffy vest were still in place, but he didn’t care.
    To prove his point, he ran his hand over her thigh, slipped under her panties and drove his finger straight inside her.
    She froze in the process of fussing with her pants at her feet and let out a groan. “Damn, Ryder, give a girl some warning.”
    The slick reception his finger was receiving left no question Suzanne was as ready as he was. “Okay. I’m warning you that I’m going to pull you over here and onto me.”
    Her hips started to move, rocking her into his finger, and he let her, for about three heartbeats, then pulled out of her. She gave a groan of frustration, but Ryder just grabbed her by the hips and yanked her toward him.
    Suzanne gave a yelp of surprise, but once she realized his intent, she grabbed the back of his seat and helped him maneuver her body toward his. It was awkward, it was frustrating, but lust prevailed. After clearing the gearshift, Suzanne fell onto Ryder with a soft oomph, her warm thighs delicious on his own bare legs. They were both fully dressed from the waist up, her nylon vest making a soft scratching sound as it rubbed against his sweatshirt.
    He debated wrestling her out of the ridiculous piece of clothing but decided it was a waste of energy. He wanted to focus on kissing her instead. Which he did, with more urgency, more passion, more desperation than he thought he’d ever felt in his whole life. As their lips melded together, their hips rocked in unison, his cock pressing against the front of her panties with each soft collision.
    Suzanne was trying to both kiss him and push her panties down. Ryder helped her out, shoving the silky fabric down, his hands skimming the warm flesh of her tight, firm ass. She had to lean forward onto him, straightening her legs, so the panties could make clearance past her hips and knees, and her hair fell out of its bun with their jerky movements. The scent of her hair, the perfume she’d worn for years, the tang of her arousal, all flooded his senses, and Ryder closed his eyes for a brief second to take it in.
    This was what he had missed, and damn, she felt so good. Even better clasped around his cock.
    So he picked up her hips and guided her down onto his erection with one smooth motion. When her soft, slick heat enclosed him, Ryder moaned, all thoughts gone from his head, nothing but him and her, and the need to take, to own, to drive it hard and finish their mutual pleasure.
    “Suzanne,” he said through his clenched teeth.
    Her response was to lift her hips,