Page 52 of My All American Girl

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SARAH

“Yep, dammit,” I whispered, my tone low and sultry. “I mean, let’s face it. We’re not doing anything life threatening here, are we? Although it feels like I might die if you don’t let me kiss you.” I let my eyes linger on his lips for a moment. Then I reached up to cup his cheek. “This is just us.”

He trembled at my touch. “Sarah, you don’t know what you’re doing to me. I can’t believe I’m even considering this.”

“But you are,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “And there’s no turning back now.”

I could see the war waging in his eyes, the struggle between his morals and his desires. For a moment, I thought he might change his mind and drive us back to base. But then he closed his eyes and leaned in, his lips brushing against mine gently at first, before deepening the kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and tasting the sweetness of his mouth.

My heart raced as our tongues danced together. Lost in the moment, the scent of his skin intoxicated me. This was what we both wanted, and we couldn’t fight it anymore.

The cab of the truck was roomy but not roomy enough. He had an arm wrapped around me, pulling me toward him. Suddenly, the seat started to move back. Once his driver’s seat was all the way back, he pulled me over into his lap. I hiked my dress up and straddled him.

We kissed again, our lips melding together, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies. The passion between us was undeniable, as was the danger. We might be risking everything we had worked so hard to build, but we couldn’t resist the allure of each other.

I jerked at the shirt he had tucked into his pants, then slid my hands up his chest. At the contact with his hot skin, I groaned. He reached behind me and unzipped the dress. He pulled his mouth away from mine and jerked the front of my dress down.

His hands went to my breasts, cupping and massaging. I leaned back, my chest heaving up and down. He leaned forward, his mouth closing over my nipple through the sheer fabric.

My body responded instantly to his touch. I reached down between us, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. My fingers found his hard cock, pulsing beneath my touch like it had a mind of its own. He groaned softly as I stroked him, and our eyes locked.

He quickly unhooked my bra and ran his fingers over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. We continued to kiss, our bodies moving in rhythm with each other. I ground myself against his thick length, hungry to feel him.

His tongue and teeth were switching back and forth between my breasts. Shivers of desire raced up and down my spine.

“Fuck,” he growled. “This is so wrong.”

“But so good,” I moaned.

I jerked at his shirt again, needing his flesh against mine. He quickly pulled it off and tossed it into the passenger seat. My hands immediately went back to his chest and I dug my nails in.

“Damn, Sarah,” he groaned out, his voice husky in the enclosed space. His hands trailed lower on my body, slipping underneath my panties. I gasped as his fingers traced over my most sensitive area, lighting my body up.

He looked at me with darkened eyes, full of lust and desire. His mouth came back to mine, swallowing any further sounds that threatened to escape from my throat. His lips were like a brand against mine, hot and demanding, searing my soul.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice harsh.

“It’s your fault. You make me crazy.”

“You were wet at dinner, weren’t you?” he whispered as his fingers moved over my damp folds.

“Maybe,” I whispered.

“Admit it,” he growled. “You were. You were rubbing your foot all over me. You thought you were going to tease me.”

“I did tease you.” I grinned before gently biting his lower lip and pulling. “And you loved it.”

“Do you think it was funny I was hard as a redwood while we were at dinner with your father?”

I giggled, sliding my hand down to grab his cock. “I do.”

“You’re dangerous, Sarah.”

“And so are you,” I murmured against his neck, my fingers stroking him. He was warm and throbbing beneath my touch. I reveled in the low groan that escaped his lips as I applied gentle pressure. His hands were busy too, teasing and tantalizing. Every time he touched me, an electric charge raced through my veins.