“You’ll have to find out. I’m more of a show and tell type of girl.” My fingers split the hole in his boxers, deftly moving in and gripping his heated cock in my hand.
His back arches, freeing more of himself to me. My hand slides up and down, rubbing his precum over his head.
“Shit.” He slams his head back into the headrest. “This is such a bad fucking idea.”
“Are you sure? I don’t think I agree. I think I’d like to feel that cock—”
He cuts me off. “Aubrey will fucking kill me. We can’t go there.”
Moving my hand gently out of his pants, he mutters obscenities under his breath.
“I think she owes you a favor.” I trace the outline of his gunshot wound on his cheek. “I know this was from Jack.”
“She doesn’t owe me for any of that. Ever.” He says it so strongly, like he’s tired of saying it.
Parking the truck in front of his house, we both hop out without another word. I don’t miss the way he has to adjust himself before he closes the door.
“If you change your mind, let me know, Wyatt.” I strut down his driveway, giving my hips a little extra sway.
His hand grasps my wrist and pulls me back, slamming me up against his tailgate and trapping me in with his body. “If I don’t do this, I’ll obsess about it all night and won’t be able to sleep. So this is really for the safety of the community.”
“I thought you couldn’t do this?”
“I can’t fucking stop thinking about it. So, one time. We need to get it out of our system. Just one kiss.”
His hand slides up the back of my neck and grips my hair at the base, tipping my face up toward his. The anticipation of his lips on mine kills me, and I press up on my tiptoes.
“Rule one when you’re with me, Goddess. I’m in control,” he mumbles too close to me, nipping at the soft spot on my collar bone, then up my neck, and finally behind my ear.
“I don’t like to give up control,” I moan.
“You will.” He’s so fucking confident, in a sexy way though, not a douchebag way. I just know he’s going to fucking deliver.
His lips press into mine, pushing me into the truck, trapping me in his scent as his tongue parts my lips, his grip holding me in place.
I let my tongue tangle with his as I melt into him, knees going weak. With his free hand, he catches me around the hip, his knee deliciously pressing into me.
My kiss becomes frantic, needy as I grind into him, dry humping him like a fucking teenager.
I just know the sex would be on fire.
“Use me, Goddess. Give yourself what you need.” His arm snakes up my stomach, under the cropped tee, and he palms my breast, squeezing lightly.
“Shit,” I mutter.
I’ve never had a kiss get me this bothered. And of course this is the man who can get me off without even touching me. The one I can’t have.
I rub myself faster, harder. “Oh, God.”
“If I were allowed, I’d strip you down and lift you up so I could eat that pussy out right. You wouldn’t have to do it yourself. I want you to imagine me doing that to you.” He gives me directions in between kisses.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, I can imagine that all too well. And it sends me over the edge.
I come apart in his arms like a horny teenager, and he lets me.
“You’re just as fucking gorgeous as I thought you would be.” He backs away, releasing me, but still holding my hand to walk me home.
“One time isn’t going to be enough,” I say.
