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“Minx. ” His chuckle was rough, strained. “Sit up. You’ll be lucky if I can get us back to your place before I’m buried inside you. ”
“I could handle that,” she promised with a smile, though she sat up.
He cupped her face, because he saw the edge of worry in her eyes, the hint of vulnerability.
“I want room, baby. Room to touch you. To suck those sweet nipples, to taste that pretty pussy again.
Room to watch as I take you. I want that really bad, darlin’. I want to watch my dick stretch you open and take what no one else has a chance of touching. I can’t do that in this fucking truck. ”
That glazed look of hunger and need filled her eyes, and he almost took her anyway.
“I can handle that,” she whispered.
“Hell, let’s hope I can handle it,” he groaned, sliding behind the steering wheel and readjusting his seat.
“You just might be the end of me. Because touching you, Janey, is hotter than hell. ”
He dragged her to his side and attached the middle seat belt around her rather than let her slide into the passenger seat. He wanted her against him. Wanted her right by his side, heating him, close to him.
He turned the truck around and headed back to the apartment, moving a little faster than he probably should have. He was definitely pushing the speed limit.
Driving with one hand, he tucked the other beneath Janey’s leg, holding her close as her head lay on his shoulder. Fuck. This was insane, but he couldn’t let her go. He hadn’t done this since he was a hormone-crazed teenager with more dick than good sense.
And he swore, tonight, he was in just as bad shape as he had been then. More dick than good sense.
Because tonight, he was taking her. All fucking night long. Because he had a feeling it would take a hell of a lot longer than he’d imagined to ever sate the hunger he felt for her.
He was suddenly worried he would never sate that hunger.
NINE
She had waited so long. Sometimes the need for touch, in the middle of the night, had nearly driven her insane over the past years. The need for Alex had dug sharp claws inside her, twisted into her womb and left her aching at the oddest times.
But at night. It had always been worse at night, whether in Somerset or at school. Huddled in her bed, staring into the dark, that need had been like a fever, an ache that built, night by night and, until six months ago, had left her sobbing with the need to be held.
There had always been something about Alex. He was sexy all over, but his arms had always drawn her.
The powerful biceps, the strength that seemed to infuse them. If she just had his arms around her, she sometimes thought, then she could sleep rather than toss and turn. She could think rather than fight the fear.
Alex was the embodiment of strength to Janey.
As they drove through town, her head pillowed on one of those hard arms, his hand holding her close to his side, she almost regretted the miles the truck ate so quickly. She wanted to be home, because she wanted to feel him over her, inside her. But she didn’t want to lose this. This feeling of security, of complete male power enveloping her.
It would end all too soon anyway. The night would be over, and come dawn, Alex would slip from the apartment, as he always did. She would put her mask back on and she would face the world again.
Could she do it, knowing everything she couldn’t have?
She would, because she had to. But she had a feeling it would be harder. Because she wanted to hold on to this feeling right now. The feeling that she was normal, plain Jane. Not the traitor’s daughter. Not a responsibility he had to look after. Just Janey, Alex’s lover.
“You’re quiet. ” His voice was a stroke of midnight across her flesh.
“I’m coming down. ” She grinned, a bit smugly perhaps, because her body was still humming with pleasure.
“Don’t come down too far,” he warned her. “I want you hot and ready for me, Janey. Trust me, sweetheart, once I get inside you, I’m not going to stop fucking you for a while. ”
He called her sweetheart. He called her baby. And he said it gently. Like he meant it.
How immature of her, she thought. She was worse than a silly teenager, but the sound of those endearments had her heart clenching with pleasure.
