Candy Apple by Tielle St. Clare Page A

one night but a bravery Tasha rarely felt outside of the kitchen,
spurred her on.
    “Would you like to come in?”
    He seemed to hesitate, so she unzipped the top of the
leather jacket. The edges of the material spread wide and revealed the deep
cleavage created by the wedding dress. Even though she couldn’t really see him,
she had to believe he was staring at her chest.
    Feeling bold, she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the
side of the garage, mostly hidden from the neighbors. She put her back against
the wall and dragged him a little closer.
    As expected, the dress dropped like a stone, pooling around
her ankles. His sharp intake of breath made her smile and she unzipped the
jacket the rest of the way. The sides pulled back and she let it hang open, the
cool rush of air and soft lining teasing her sensitized nipples.
    The scent of hot leather filled the air. Heat crossed her
cheeks and she closed her eyes, tipping her head back against the wall of the
garage. A strange decadence swelled inside her—to be outside, practically
naked, cool air touching her nipples and hot, sexy man over her.
    His legs moved to the outside of hers, the rough material of
his jeans teasing her thighs.
    He leaned in, sliding one hand up to cup her breast. Her
nipples were still a little sensitive from last night but he seemed to know
that and rolled his palm across the hard peak, light touches that flowed into
her core. The wicked caresses made it difficult to breathe.
    His lips covered hers, taking away her ability to think. He
nibbled at her lips, soft kisses that made her crave more. She pressed up on
her toes, opening her mouth, flicking her tongue out and caressing his upper
lip. He retreated but she could feel his smile as he placed one more kiss on
her lips.
    “Not yet,” he whispered.
    He dropped to his knees and kissed the soft skin where her
thigh and hip met. He snapped the elastic edge of her panty. “Hmm, my favorite
color.”
    She giggled. “I know.”
    Kiah lifted his head and peered up at her. How could she
know that? He glanced at his bike. Right. The candy-apple-red bike probably
gave it away.
    He ran his hands up the insides of her knees, spreading her
thighs just a little wider. The sexy panties weren’t the skimpiest he’d ever
seen but something about them and the woman wearing them inspired him to rip
the red silk off with his teeth.
    He leaned in and bit one of the straps, tugging it down.
    She laughed and groaned, the sound moving straight to his
dick.
    “We can’t,” she whispered. He raised his head. She leaned
back against the garage, head tilted back, eyes closed. Those full, firm
breasts revealed between the open flaps of Nathan’s jacket. “Not here.” She
blinked and looked down, smiling as she ran her fingers through his hair.
    “Where’s your bedroom?”
    She nodded toward the side door leading into the house.
“Upstairs.”
    He glanced at the door. The fastest way to get where he
wanted to be was to take charge.
    “Do you trust me?”
    “Y-yes.”
    “Hold on.” That was all the warning he gave her before he
leaned in, placed his shoulder against her stomach and stood, draping her over
his shoulder.

Chapter Four
     
    Dear Diary,
    I think I need to get new glasses.
     
    Tasha yelped and wrapped her arms around his waist.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, breathless. The soft press
of her breasts against his back made him groan. He squeezed her round ass and
started walking.
    “Fireman’s carry. We can move quickly.” He turned and headed
toward the door.
    “Wait. My dress.”
    He spun around, snagged the dress with his left hand and
continued the trek toward the door. It was unlocked, which surprised him a
little, but he decided fate wanted him inside this woman as much as he did, so
he went with it. He opened the door, nodded to the two guys sitting at the
kitchen table and kept walking.
    “Tasha?” one of the men called. “Are you all right?”
    “Fine!” she shouted back.