Racing Hard (Dirt Track Dogs Book 4) by P. Jameson

for him.
    “You don’t want this?” he asked, staring up at her.
    “Yes, god, of course I want this. I’m not insane. Just…” She bit her lip, vulnerability showing in her eyes. His woman was a badass. He’d never seen her show weakness. Not even with all the shit that had happened in the past day. The fact that she let her guard down now, with him, made everything inside him turn to fucking mush.
    And made his cock harder than he’d thought possible.
    That’a boy .
    “It’s just, I’ve never done this,” she said on a moan as he traced the lips of her sex with the tip of his middle finger.
    He grinned. “I know.”
    She tensed. “You know ? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
    “You’re very sensitive.” He kissed her thigh, running his tongue along the crease between her leg and her center, and she gasped. “I fucking love it.”
    “ Oh .” Her breath came harder as he dragged his nose along her leg, over the top of her mound, and down her other thigh, nipping as he went.
    “Now, are you going to let me lick this little pussy until you come? Or do I need to hold you down?”
    She went utterly still beneath him.
    Surge had an oh shit moment when he remembered what she’d told him about her mate. But he’d never hurt her. Surely she knew he wasn’t like that bastard. If she would just trust him, he’d prove it.
    He didn’t move a muscle, waiting for her answer. He couldn’t breathe. What if he’d fucked this up with a few thoughtless words?
    “ Hold me down ,” she breathed. The scent of her arousal flooded the cab of the truck, giving his wolf the all-clear.
    He was going to do just that. Make her pussy sing for him. Show her how good his tongue was at worshipping.
    But first…
    Pushing her shirt up, and exposing her scars, he gently kissed each claw mark, reminding her that he hadn’t forgotten what had happened to her. That he didn’t take her submission lightly.
    Then without warning, he braced his forearm across her hips, his thumb digging into the crease of her thigh to spread her farther. With his other hand, he popped the button on his jeans to make room for his aching erection. This wasn’t going to get him home, but it was going to be the best fucking sex he’d had in a long-ass time. Making her come felt infinitely more important than his own fulfillment at the moment. He felt like he’d keel over if he didn’t pleasure her.
    And soon… soon, he’d take her all the way, show her how a real mate treated his female.
    This was just one sexy stop on the journey.
    Lowering his head, he kissed her glistening lips, sucking them into his mouth gently. She tried to buck at the sensation, but his arm held firm. Instead, she let out a moan that wasn’t nearly loud enough to please him.
    He wanted screaming. Preferably attached to the word Surge.
    His tongue delved between her folds, swirling around her clit.
    “Surge!” she gasped.
    Yes, yes, yes. Remember this always. Remember who made you moan like that, baby girl.
    He repeated the action over and over, sucking and flicking until she was delirious with pleasure, squirming beneath him for relief.
    When she was adequately worked up, he pushed his tongue inside, rubbing the tip against that special spot that makes the females swoon in rapture.
    “Surge… Surge !”
    Aw, yes. If she kept holding onto his name like that, like it was the thing that could save her in a wave-tossed ocean, he was going to blow after all. He ground his cock against the seat, matching his rhythm to the one his tongue was keeping.
    His wolf was getting wild. His animal lived loose and free anyway, but add emotion and the thing became a fucking epic mess.
    Nothing was funny but that didn’t keep him from laughing against her slick, hot flesh, and when he did, she gasped, digging her heels into his back.
    Choking out a scream, he felt her convulse around his tongue.
    Wild and ravenous, Surge continued to lave her, showing no mercy even as her claws