More Blazing Bedtime Stories: Once Upon a Mattress by Julie Leto, Leslie Kelly Page A

much he hated being trapped inside one of the reeking machines, he had the feeling that flying down the highway with her sweet legs wrapped around him was going to be pure torture.
    Over the next few hours, he was proven right. Penny curled herself around him, gripping him with her legs, her arms wrapped around his waist. Though the wind whipped across them wildly, he could still feel every inch of her and he burned .
    “You probably shouldn’t have told me how good your hearing is,” she whispered against his neck as they neared the turnoff.
    He didn’t respond.
    “Because I know you can hear me.” Her warm lips pressed against the pulse below his ear. “I want you, Lucas.”
    He swallowed.
    “I wish you had put me on your lap to straddle you. Mm, what I wouldn’t give to feel your cock buried inside me as we ride and ride.”
    “Wench,” he muttered.
    “What?”
    He didn’t repeat it.
    Her soft chuckle was decidedly evil. Her hand dropped to his lap and he quivered as she felt the way his body had responded to her words. He was rock-hard and ready.
    “Or maybe I wouldn’t have to straddle you,” she added, stroking him lightly, maddeningly. “I could face away from you, lean forward over the handlebars, let you slide into me from behind.”
    He groaned. “God, woman, are you trying to kill us both?”
    “I’m horny,” she admitted with an impish chuckle.
    “Hold that thought.”
    Taking the poorly marked exit almost without slowing, he skidded onto a back road that was rarely traveled. The bike didn’t have much traction, spewing gravel in its wake, but he didn’t slow down. Pure sexual energy drove him and the powerful engine between his legs only served to rev him up harder. As did the rising moon.
    “Hurry.” She sounded as desperate as he felt.
    Night had fallen, the moon was full, the border open. But they had enough time. Just enough for what he wanted to do to her.
    Spying the small, decrepit shack where he stored his bike and other belongings, he roared toward it. He had barely pulled up outside before Penny was shifting around, climbing onto his lap. She pressed her mouth to his, kissing him wildly, her small hands cool against his hot, windblown face. Writhing against him, she said, “Don’t make me wait.”
    “I don’t intend to.”
    Damn, of all times for her to give up her skirts. He hated wasting the precious seconds it took to tug her jeans open.
    Kissing her again, he maneuvered the button and zipper until he could reach inside to touch her. Pushing her pantiesout of the way, he teased her hard little clit until she cried out. Penny was creamy with readiness, and she thrust against his hand, wanting more. He gave it to her, sliding his finger between her lips and into her tight channel.
    “More, more,” she mumbled, kissing his face, already pulling her shirt up and off.
    He slid another finger into her, making love to her with deep, fast strokes, and she rocked back, taking every thrust.
    Still not enough.
    He wrapped an arm around her waist and stepped off the bike. Letting her go only long enough to shove his jeans down, he didn’t waste time pulling them all the way off. Penny was faster, getting out of hers in an instant. Before he could even begin to ask her whether she really wanted everything she’d said she did, she turned around and bent over the seat of his bike, her gorgeous ass pale in the moonlight.
    And he found her last tattoo.
    She looked over her shoulder at him and licked her lips. “Please, Lucas.”
    He couldn’t have said no if someone had set his legs on fire.
    With the full moon raining down on him and every primal instinct screaming for release from their human constraints, he grabbed her hips and slid his erection between her curvy cheeks. She rubbed up and down in welcome, her body’s juices flowing hot on his skin, sizzling in the cool nighttime air.
    “This isn’t going to last long,” he growled through gritted teeth.
    “I don’t care.