A Spicy Excerpt
With the sun setting behind the bayou and the lighting bugs finding their way above the water, I lay back in the bed of the truck, close my eyes, breathe in the sweet scent of honeysuckle and try to imagine what sounds the little creatures around us would make.
In all my twenty-two years of silence, I have never wished I could hear more than I have in the past week.
If I were granted one wish, I'd want the chance to listen to Riggs' voice.
I bet his voice is as smooth as whiskey, yet deep and gravelly.
When I feel something touch my face, I open my eyes to Riggs running his knuckles along my cheek.
"What are you thinking about, Mon Tresor?"
"I'm imagining what your voice would sound like, and how I want so much to hear it."
His face goes soft. "What do you imagine it sounds like?"
"Deep and gravelly, but smooth like whiskey."
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Riggs hops out of the truck and makes his way to the driver side door, opening it.
I watch as he reaches inside and a second later the truck starts to vibrate beneath me.
Striding back in front of me, he climbs back in the truck, takes my hand, and pulls me to my feet. "Dance with me."
I shake my head in protest. "I don't know how to dance. How will I know if I'm moving in time with the music?"
"You'll move with me. I'll lead you. Can you feel the vibration of the music?"
"Yes."
"That's all you need, baby. Now come lay your head on my chest, and I'll sing to you."
Stepping into his arms, I ask. "What is the song called?"
"Tennessee Whiskey."
Laying my head on Riggs' chest, I close my eyes and get lost in the smooth rumble of his voice as he sings to me. I may not hear, but I can feel. In this perfect moment, with the man I am starting to fall in love with, who has his arms around me, I couldn't ask for more.
When the beat of the music fades away, it's me who reaches up and takes Riggs' mouth with mine.
In all my life I've never had anyone give me something so beautiful.
It doesn't take long for the kiss to turn heated and my core to clench.
I want this man more than my next breath; the need to have him inside me is strong.
Riggs must sense it because he wastes no time taking over our kiss.
Opening my mouth to him, I welcome the sweet invasion of his tongue.
Fisting my hands in his hair, I pull his body flush against mine in an attempt to alleviate the ache my body has for him.
I curse the clothes separating us. Clutching the hem of my shirt, I pull it off over my head and toss it to our feet while Riggs does the same.
My bra follows the growing pile as do my shorts.
With my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him, I drop to my knees.
Unbuckling his belt, I pop the button to his jeans and swiftly tug them down until his cock springs free.
Taking it in my hand, I swipe my tongue across the head, tasting his pre-cum before I take as much of his length in my mouth as possible.
When Riggs fists his hand in my hair, it fuels my need to pleasure him.
I continue to suck and lick as I get lost in his taste until I am abruptly pulled off, followed by Riggs dropping to his knees in front of me.
I read his lips. "I'm going to come in your pussy this time. "
Hooking his arm around my waist, he sits and leans his back against the side of the truck.
I follow by straddling his hips. I gasp the moment my heated center comes in contact with his cock.
On instinct, I thrust my hips and throw my head back with a moan as I grind myself down on him.
Riggs leans forward and latches onto one of my nipples.
He begins to lick and nip his way up to my mouth.
Once his lips find mine, he devours them as I continue to glide my wet pussy along his cock.
A jolt of electricity shoots through my core each time the head meets my clit—the feeling is exquisite torture.
Having had enough of the teasing, Riggs grabs hold of my hips.
I look at his face as he tells me, "put me inside, Luna. "
I reach between our bodies and take his heavy cock in my hand.
Without breaking eye contact, I guide him inside me.
Riggs' nostrils flare the second the tip kisses my entrance.
Placing my hands on his shoulder, I slowly sink down, taking his girth one inch at a time.
The fit is so tight I stop midway to take a deep breath.
With a roll of my hips, I take him the rest of the way.
Once I'm fully seated, I release the breath I was holding and relish the feeling of being so full.
With my hands still clenched to Riggs' shoulders and his still gripping my hips, I start to move, keeping my rhythm slow because I want the moment to last. Oh, that feels so good.
Desperate to feel his body on mine, I press my breasts against his sweaty chest and thread my fingers through his damp hair as he buries his face in my neck.
Riggs bites down on the space just below my ear, and I suck in a sharp breath at the slight pinch of pain.
I swear it makes me wetter, and my center clenches around his cock.
At this point, I have no control over the noises that escape my mouth.
Riggs being inside me feels too good. Just as my orgasm starts to build, I'm flipped on my back with Riggs hovering above me, making a noise of protest when he slips out from inside me.
I look down between us at his heavy cock glistening with my arousal as he sits back on his heels, grabs me under my knees, and pulls my bottom to rest on top of his thighs.
Grabbing hold of my hips with both hands, Riggs surges forward.
He begins thrusting with so much force, I have no choice but to reach over my head and brace my palms against the side of the truck.
This man has completely and utterly hypnotized me.
His heated stare has me in a trance. Riggs becomes more commanding as he continues to thrust above me while the hot, humid air causes sweat to drip from his body onto mine.
When my orgasm starts to build once again, he releases his hold on my hips, leans his body over mine, and wraps his large hands over the rail of the truck bed.
The veins in his arm pulse as he drills into me with abandon.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, white flashes of light burst behind my eyelids as my orgasm crashes through me.
When my center clamps around Riggs' cock, he throws his head back.
I watch the chords in his neck pulse as he chases his own release.