“Ms. Warren proves yet again that she can write some seriously hot sex scenes. But what surprised me (and shouldn’t have) is that she can write just as hot striptease scenes. Good grief! It’s no wonder that Kinkaid was able to pay for his grandfather’s medical bills and care by working only three nights a week. I felt like I should have been stuffing bills into my Kindle.” ~Wicked Reads Review Team
“Holy hell . . . I don’t even know where to start. I feel like I’ve been through the wringer and somehow made it through the other side after a slathering of baby oil from a lap dance, crying my eyes out, and not throwing my Kindle.” ~GiveMeBooks
“I must say…#MaleStripper + #BadassBiker = Kinkaid…was a brilliant idea. Make sure you have plenty of tissues nearby before you start reading this book, you’re gonna need them, for more than one reason. You’ll thank me later (wink-wink).” ~iScream Books
“Wanna go a round with me?” With those six little words, Sadie stole the air from my lungs.
She pulled up her fists, rolling her eyes. “This kind of going a round, not the getting naked and fucking it out kind.”
“Oh.” Didn’t I feel stupid? And frustrated as hell. “Are you serious? I told you the first day we met I don’t hit girls. After you hit me.”
A faint smile curved her kissable lips. “I know. That’s what makes you so much fun.”
She unclasped the hooks of her overalls at her shoulders.
“Now what the hell are you doing?” I sprang toward her, stilling her hands. My cock sprang to attention, too.
“Well I can’t fight ya in these. They’re too baggy.” Wresting free of my hold, she dropped the paint-stained denim to her feet. “I’m wearing boxers, see?”
“Of course you are.” They were light blue and almost modest. But she was wearing nothing else but a black ribbed tank top—nipples firmly pressed against the thin cloth—and no lines of a bra.
Her tits swung, soft and inviting, as she held out her arms. “What? Boxers are good enough for you, aren’t they?”
“Don’t wear boxers.” I defensively cupped my crotch.
Sadie touched my wrist, underneath which my dick already pulsed, pounded, needed her. “Oh. You’re a briefs man then.”
With a strangled cough-choke, I said nothing, looking anywhere but at her.
“Ohhh.” Her eyes wide and comprehending, she licked the bow of her upper lip. “So, you wanna strip off too?” She leered at me.
“In general, I go commando.” Hairs on my wrists bristled where she touched me. My face flushed. “I wear a jockstrap under my shorts when I workout.”
“Even better. Shuck off the shorts,” Sadie ordered.
Oh dear Lord, she was definitely flirting with me. It was better than fighting, but I wasn’t sure how long my willpower would last especially with her standing there, just two small articles of clothing away from being naked. It was crazy, but her in the tank top and boxer shorts was a damn sight sexier than any of the primped and preened girls I’d ever been with.
For the first time I truly noticed how long her legs were. How high and round her breasts were. The way tiny fine hairs glinted on the nape of her neck, showing on that delicate expanse of skin with her hair swinging in the usual ponytail.
There was a hot snap to the cool air in the shed as if a current of electricity raced between us.
“Not taking my shorts off,” I gritted out.
“Scaredy cat.” She snapped the waistband of my shorts, her blunt fingernails scratching lightly against my lower pelvis, dangerously close to the thump-throb of my erection.
In a flash, I had Sadie on the floor. She kicked at me with her heels. She flew at me with her fists. Her legs wound around me, and she managed to flip me to my back. Her hair started falling free of the ponytail, and sandy gold strands wisped around her face. Hopping to her feet, she crouched above me.
“Gotcha!” she shouted triumphantly.
With a lightning fast strike, I gripped her around the waist and pulled her back over me. She squealed and squirmed, but I tightened my bear-hug hold. All her wriggling had a massive effect on my cock, making it rise even harder inside the confines of my jockstrap.
Sadie felt it at once. Her movements changed from frantically trying to get away to slowing down and writhing on top of me.
My head beat back to the floor with a thunk as I swallowed a groan inside. Gathering those last shreds of willpower, I flipped her off me. Then I straddled her. During our tussle, her top had rucked up, and my hands rested on the taut skin of her belly.
“What do we have here?” I changed the scorching sexual mood in a flash, tickling her bare skin.
She giggled and tried to bat my hands away, but I was relentless. I tickled her until her cheeks were bright with a pink flush, her blue eyes dancing, and she huffed between laughter and shouts.
I stopped abruptly, staring as she panted beneath me. She was perfect. I’d seen her face a thousand times, but I’d never really seen her as a woman, a beautiful, funny, foul-mouthed, vibrant woman.
I gathered a handful of her hair in my fingers, stroking the strands of honey and gold.
She bucked up beneath me, her hips arched to my groin. Her lips fell open and her gaze wandered down my chest to my shorts. My cock beat against the fabric, full and stiff.
“I think the real question is what do we have here?” she asked in a sultry purr. Her hand grazed me softly once before returning with more accuracy. She rubbed my length. “Oh, Kinkaid. Feels so hot, so heavy.”
I jerked against her, my fingers clamping down on her hair. A bead of sweat drizzled down the side of my face and onto my chest. Every single nerve ending in my body pinpointed on my dick, which pulsed as blood engorged it even more.
“Jesus.” I moved my pelvis, searching for more direct contact with her hand.
“Good Lord. You’re as big as that plank of wood and just as hard.” She dragged her fingers up and down my rigid cock.
We stared at each other, only inches apart. The moment should’ve been awkward, but it wasn’t. It was quickly becoming overheated. Or that was me, overheating. The seconds stretched out, and I blinked slowly, wondering if the connection would break.