Wilde Edge (13 page)

Her grip loosened, head lifting so
that he could see the wicked grin on his lover’s face.

“That was fun,” she murmured and he
had to laugh.

“Angel, you say that like you think
we’re done now. Believe me, we’re not even close.”

****

Tag was looking at her with a
hunger so primal she forgot to breathe. All she could do was stare as he drew
her up out of the car before dropping his head to slant a scorching kiss across
her lips. When she reached for him, he gathered her hands in his and set them
firmly at her sides. “Don’t move,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

“If I don’t move, we’re not going
to get very far with this fantasy of yours,” she pointed out and then yelped as
he gave her a swat on the ass.

“In my fantasies, the object of my
lust didn’t backtalk me.”

“In your fantasies I’m betting the
girl was five inches taller and thirty pounds thinner too.” The words were out
of her mouth before she remembered Tag’s threats about what he’d do to her
every time she put herself down, and Jo braced herself for the punishing kiss
that should’ve come crashing down on her big mouth.

Should have, but didn’t.

“
Jolena
,”
he growled her name in a sexy rumble that had a dark thrill chasing down her
spine. She loved the fact he never shortened her name. Not once.

“I’m sorry. It just sort of slipped
out.”

“Clearly, kissing you senseless
isn’t getting the message across. I think it’s time for something a little
stronger.”

If anyone else had said those
words, Jo would have had at least a moment of doubt, a second where trust
wavered in a flood of past memories. But this was Tag, and she knew he would
never hurt her. “
Whatcha
got in mind?”

“And now you’re sassing me? That’s
it. I think it’s time we established just who wears the pants in this
relationship.” He tore her jeans open, sliding a hand past her half-opened fly
and then groaned when he realized she wasn’t wearing panties.

“Well, I guess we’ve established
who isn’t wearing the panties…” she quipped softly before moaning as Tag pushed
his fingers deep into her soaking sex.

“Uh huh.”
Tag grunted as he flicked her swollen clit with his fingertips before
withdrawing his hand. “Now I want the rest gone.
Hands at
your sides.
No, better yet.
Hands on your tits.
I want to watch you play with those pretty nipples while I get these jeans off.
You can leave the shirt on…for now.”

Jo just stared at him, too stunned
by his demands to utter a single word. When she didn’t move, he took her hands
and put them on her breasts
himself
, giving her a slow
wink before returning to the task of stripping off her pants. She was certain
that she shouldn’t find this a turn on, but she did. Her pulse was racing, and
she could feel her nipples hardening beneath her palms.

Tag had her jeans down to her knees
when she started touching herself in earnest, shifting her hands so that her
thumbs were stroking small circles around her areolas. He helped her with her
shoes, tossing them aside before tugging her pants down to her ankles.

“Step out.”

She obeyed, her brain overwhelmed
by a conflicting mix of arousal and embarrassment as he stripped her. When he
straightened up, Tag’s gaze went straight to her hands, and he nodded in
approval before stepping in close and cupping her cheek with one hand.

“You are the sexiest woman I have
ever known.
Period.
End of discussion. You are better
than any fantasy, because you are
real
.
Now, I’m hoping you’re going to let me indulge myself in a fantasy I’ve had
since I was a horny teenager and found my first car magazine with a hot model
draped across the hood of a Ferrari.”

“But I…” Jo stopped herself from
saying anything more when Tag’s dark brows furrowed into a warning frown.

“You were saying?” he drawled,
walking her around to the front of the Impala. He left her just long enough to
close the hood, and then walked her backward until she felt the cold metal of
the grill pressing into the back of her legs.

“Nothing.
I wasn’t saying anything.”

“Good girl.”

“Not even close,” she said, amazing
herself with her sass. Tag brought out her playful streak, the strong willed,
back-talking silly side that she had almost forgotten she had. He arched a brow
at her, then grabbed her shirt and whipped it over her head, barely giving her
enough time to get her hands off her breasts and arms raised. Her arms weren’t
even fully lowered again before he had her bra undone so that he could cup her
breasts in his hands.

Naked save for her socks, Jo
started to try and cover herself with her hands, but Tag growled at her under
his breath, releasing one breast to gently bat her hands away from her body. “I
want to see you, angel. All of you.”

He bowed his head to hers, kissing
her slow and sweet until she was too caught up in the moment to worry about her
state of undress anymore.

“Up,” he murmured and then Jo found
herself lifted into the air. He set her down on the hood of his Impala and took
a step back, his gaze full of hunger as he looked at her perched on the hood of
his car.

So he wanted to fulfill a fantasy,
did he? Jo took a deep breath and summoned every ounce of her courage. If
that’s what he wanted, then that was what he’d get.

She placed a hand down behind her
and leaned back, spreading her thighs so that he could see every part of her.
She could feel the heat of her blush rise up to the tips of her ears, but she
didn’t stop. Instead she tried to remember the countless images of naked and
nearly naked women she’d seen in every car magazine, tool catalogue and
calendar that had passed through the garage over the years.

Head back, eyes half closed, she
gave him what she hoped was a sultry look and then placed a hand between her
breasts. She watched him through her lashes, noting the way his eyes glazed
over with lust. Something clicked deep inside her, and Jo grew bolder, stroking
her hand down between her breasts and then lower still, tracing a path down to
the slick folds of her pussy. Tag watched her hand like a hawk watched a rabbit
in a distant field, and as her fingers neared her throbbing clit he groaned and
palmed his cock with one hand.

“Yes?” she asked, dipping her
fingers into her pussy and back out again.

“Oh, hell yes.
Right now, you are every fantasy I’ve ever had and then some. Touch yourself
again, angel. Let me hear how good that feels.”

Heat streaked through her and Jo
closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment. She spread her nether lips with
her fingers, strumming her clit with the tip of her middle finger as she let a
low moan rise from her throat.

Tag groaned and then he was there,
between her legs, his mouth latching onto one aching nipple as he drew her legs
around his waist. His larger hand covered hers, pressing her fingers against
her clit with near savage pressure as he ground his cock against her pussy and
their joined hands.

She didn’t want to wait anymore.
She wanted him inside of her, needed to feel his hands, his mouth, and his cock
working together to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. Jo sat up, wrapping an
arm around his neck for balance as she reached between them, freeing his cock
from his still undone jeans. She lifted herself off the trunk of the car and
guided him to her entrance, nearly wild with need.

He surged forward, filling her with
one powerful thrust and she cried out his name, urging him on. Strong hands
gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, but all she felt was the pleasure of
their merging. Tag nipped at her nipple, sending a spark of something that
wasn’t quite pain coursing through her. She retaliated in kind, biting into the
muscle at the top of his shoulder just hard enough to make him groan.

He fucked her harder, the sound of
their bodies meeting echoing in the shop as the pounding beat of some classic
rock song played on in the distance. Tag lifted his head and kissed her, a wild
mating of lips and tongue that echoed the thrusting rhythm of their lovemaking.

Somewhere in the sexual storm that
swirled around them, Jo discovered a truth she’d been hiding from herself.

I
love him.

She loved him without doubts,
limits, or reservations. That knowledge filled her heart with a light that
burned as fierce and hot as the lust that poured through her veins. She clung
to him as he made love to her, experiencing every moment with crystalline
clarity. Her inner walls flexed and pulsed around his cock, limbs tightened
around him, holding him close as she raced him to the brink of orgasm and then
tumbled over the edge.

He never stopped, pushing her to
new heights as he chased after his own release, the raw power of his desires
nearly overwhelming her. He lifted her off the car and into his arms, the slide
and thrust of his cock gliding along her still throbbing clit and setting off
another release. This time he followed her, coming so hard she could feel the
heat of his release flooding into her body, branding her with his essence.

There were tears on her cheeks as
he set her down again, both of them breathless and unsteady. Tag dropped his
head to the crook of her neck, holding her to him so close that she could feel
his heart racing against the wall of his chest.

“I love you,” she said, wanting him
to know what she had finally understood.

“That’s good, angel, because I love
you too, and after what we just did, there is no way in hell I’m ever letting
you go. You’re a once in a lifetime thing, and I’m keeping you.

“You’re my once in a lifetime too,”
she murmured, feeling drunk with joy.

“Just remember, I said it first.”

“You can have that one, so long as
I can claim bragging rights to fulfilling your sexual fantasy.”

Tag chuckled. “You didn’t just
fulfill my fantasy. You nuked it from orbit and replaced it with something ten
times better. I think we should go home, have dinner and then we can do it
again…only this time we’ll use your car.”

She glanced down and realized that
in their hurry, he’d never gotten undressed. “How come I’m naked and you’re
not?” she asked.

He gave her a wicked grin and
pointed to his jeans and then to her bare thighs. “Like I said, angel, it was
time you learned who wears the pants in this relationship.”

Chapter Ten

Tag tucked himself back into his
jeans, his eyes glued to
Jolena’s
gloriously naked
ass as she scampered around the repair bay, picking up her clothes and
giggling. It wasn’t until he was zipping up his fly that it hit him.

We
didn’t use a condom.

He’d gotten lost in his fantasy
come to life and hadn’t given it a second’s thought. He knew he was clean.
There’d been a full slate of tests when he’d been admitted to the hospital, and
no other women but
Jolena
since. Even as he cleared
his throat to point out what had happened, part of him was not sorry it had
happened. Skin to skin, with nothing between them, was better than he could
have imagined. Whatever the consequences, he wouldn’t regret it.

“Earth to Tag.
Hello?”
Jolena
called to him, snapping his thoughts
back to the here and now.

“I’m here. I just…uh…fuck. There’s
no pretty way to say this. I screwed up.”

The light went out of
Jolena’s
eyes and leaned back, putting a few extra inches
between them. “What do you mean?”

Well fuck, this wasn’t going well.
He ran a hand through his hair, shoving it back from his face. “I mean
we
, uh I, forgot to use a condom. I’m sorry.”

“Oh. Oh!” she exclaimed. Tag waited
for her to be angry, or worried, or freak out, but instead she just blew out a
slow breath and then gave him a crooked smile. “Oops.”

He walked over to her, tucking her
head under his chin as he held her close. “Did you think I was talking about
something else?”

“Maybe.”

“What, did you expect me to
suddenly announce I had a wife and kids? That I forgot to mention I was moving
to Alaska to prospect for gold? Not
gonna
happen. The
only claim I’m staking is on your sexy ass. Are we clear on that?”

“Clear,” she murmured, nuzzling her
cheek against his chest. “And you’re not the only one who wasn’t thinking about
protection. I’m clean, though, I promise. I can show you the test results when
we get home.”

“I can show you mine too,” he said
softly.

“I guess I should get back on the
pill then…that way we won’t have to worry about condoms anymore.”

“Hell, yeah.
I like that idea.” Fuck, did he ever like the idea of getting to have her with
no barriers and no need to worry about protection.

Jolena
squirmed a little in his arms. “Now we’ve had this very serious talk, do you
think you could let go of me so I can finish getting dressed? It’s chilly in
here!”

He let her go with a laugh. “The
sooner you get dressed, the sooner we can go home and I can get you naked
again. You are done for the day, right?”

“All done.
I actually came over to tell you some good news…but you distracted me. Those
guys who wanted to buy this place called a little while ago. They’re
withdrawing their offer and moving on to other projects.”

“Good. I guess that letter from
your lawyer made them rethink getting involved in any deal that involved your
sleazy ex. That’s one less thing for you to be worried about from now on.”

“They weren’t so bad, just pushy.
In the beginning I thought maybe they’d try pulling something dirty, but that
was probably because they were working with Greg.
Guilt by
association and all that.”