Reaching up on tiptoe, I whispered against his lips, “I’d rather look at you, cowboy.”
Another low chuckle escaped him as his arms caged around my waist and he pinned me to his chest. He kissed me. Hard and fierce and with enough force to rip the air from my lungs. But I didn’t care. Not when his touch felt like fire, searing me to the core.
Our mouths moved in time with one another, a seductive dance that left me shaking with need. God, I wanted him.
“Hux,” I breathed against his lips. “I want you.”
And that was all it took.
Chapter thirty-eight
Whisper
Quinn
Whatever shred of controleither one of us possessed vanished in that moment. Our mouths clashed once more, a battle of tongues and teeth as our hands grappled at clothes and tangled in each other’s hair. I urged us back toward the truck bed on stumbling feet—it was hard to maneuver us both when neither one of us could keep our hands off each other for more than a second.
The cold metal of the truck bit into my back as Hux grabbed the back of my legs and hoisted me up onto it. I clung to him, my fingers knotting in his hair as I kissed him like my very life depended on it.
It might have.
Nothing mattered, nothing existed in this moment but Hux. The entire world could be ending right now, but I didn’t care.Not when each touch felt like he was worshiping my body, his kisses filled with a ferocity I couldn’t help but match.
One of his rough, calloused hands scraped up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and dipped beneath the fabric of my lacy underwear.
“Fuck, darlin’, your so damn wet for me.” His words were like a purr in my ear.
A whimper ripped from my throat as he swiped a finger over my clit. I arched into the touch, wanting—no needing more. I needed him. All of him. Anything he would give me. “Please, Hux,” I breathed.
A growl of approval reverberated in his chest. “That's my girl. Use those manners of yours and tell me what you want.”
His finger teased and taunted me, sparking my desire like throwing a match into a vat of kerosene. I burned. Burned so brightly, so damn high that I hoped I never came back down.
I gazed up into his face, the smirk on his lips, the look of fierce determination blazing in his amber eyes. I pulled his mouth down to mine and kissed him, dragging my teeth over his bottom lip as I finally pulled away. I reveled in the growl that escaped him. “Give me more, please. Give me everything you’ve got.”
A shiver rolled through me as he groaned and forced me to lay back on the blanket. Pulling my underwear off, he rumbled out, “Then be a good girl and hook your legs up over my shoulders.”
I didn’t hesitate, obeying the command in his voice. My eyelids fell shut with the first brush of his lips against my thigh, his stubbled jaw tickling my skin. And when he dipped his mouth to my pussy…
Fuck.
I moaned, my fingers darting into his hair as I held him to me. My back arched up off the blanket and little stars winkedin and out of existence in the corners of my eyes. “So good,” I breathed, unable to even form full sentences anymore. Not when his tongue did wonderful, dangerous things.
Each stroke was like fanning the flames, until every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire.
“God, you taste so fuckin’ good, darlin',” he murmured, head still between my thighs. His breath tickled as it washed over me, the words a hum that sent shivers dancing over every inch of me.
I’d been reduced to nothing more than a whimpering, trembling mess, hovering right on the precipice of an orgasm. It was so close, it almost hurt. My hips rolled as he dipped his mouth to my pussy once more and all but fucked me with his tongue.
So close. So damn close.
But Hux didn’t seem to have any plans on letting it end. Not as he worked me up, up, up, before drawing back enough to let me slowly simmer down only long enough to catch my breath. Then he’d start the infuriating, seductive process again. It was maddening, and so fucking hot.
“Baby, please,” I begged as I shivered beneath him. It hurt. It hurt so good, and I wanted, needed, to crash and burn.
I think he sensed that too. He slid a finger inside of me, pumping in slow strokes as he lapped at my pussy. My head fell back, eyes rolling shut as a cry fell from me.
Holy God. Yes. Yes. This was just what I needed. The cliff I teetered on the edge of cracked, and I waited for the inevitable fall. For my orgasm to overwhelm me.
