Page 53 of My All American Girl

“Let’s be dangerous together then,” he murmured, pulling me closer still.

I rocked against him, demanding more. His hand pushed against my chest, pressing me back against the steering wheel. The way he was looking at me made my heart race. There was a primal hunger in his gaze, an intensity that made me shiver with anticipation. He pushed my dress up around my waist. “It’s in the way,” he muttered.

He yanked it over my head. Without a care in the world, he tossed it into the passenger seat as well. I straddled him, wearing nothing but my thong and a wicked smile.

His hand traced between my breasts and over my stomach. The anticipation was making me crazy. But I was giving him the power. For once in my life, I was ready to acquiesce.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “So, fucking hot. I want to touch you. Taste you.”

“I’m waiting,” I replied.

He tugged my panties until they tore from my body. I nearly orgasmed. He tossed them to the back seat of the crew cab, leaving me bare to his gaze.

His eyes hungrily devoured my nakedness, making me feel both desired and vulnerable. His fingers traced patterns over my bare skin, each touch sending jolts of electricity through my body.

“Goddamn, Sarah,” he whispered, his voice uneven with need. “You are a vision.”

I felt heat creep up my cheeks, but I didn’t look away from him. The cab was filled with an intense silence that was only broken by our heavy breathing and the sound of my heartbeat in my ears.

His hand continued its exploration, causing my body to throb in response. I leaned in and traced my lips along his jawline, down to his neck. He let out a low growl, his grip tightening on my hips.

“I want you,” I murmured against his skin.

“God, Sarah, I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he replied, his voice raw with desire.

His fingers found the sweet spot between my thighs. Pleasure shot through me with a gasp tearing from my lips. “Then take me,” I choked out.

His response was immediate. His other hand cupped the back of my head and pulled me into a heated kiss once again. His lips were as demanding as ever, his tongue delving deep, taking what he wanted. I could taste the raw desire that dripped from every pore of his body. His hand between my thighs didn’t stop moving, his fingers deftly drawing out the pleasure until it was a sweet agony.

I knew I was on the verge of climax. I groaned, my head dropping back. “Please,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”

And that was exactly what he did. He pulled away, leaving me gasping for air.

“What are you doing?” I snapped.

He offered me a cocky grin. “Oh, I don’t know. Dinner. The workouts that you use to tease me. The blatant offers. I think a little teasing is warranted.”

I grabbed his cock and tugged. He hissed, his hand gripping my hip and digging his fingertips into my flesh.

“What? It’s just a little teasing,” I said with a smile.

He snarled at me. “Reach over and open the glovebox. There’s a box of condoms in there.”

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You drive around with a box of condoms?”

He leaned forward and kissed me with so much force our teeth smacked against each other. “I think you fucking know why I have condoms in the truck.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You’ve been playing this game for weeks,” he hissed. “You knew it was only a matter of time before this happened.”

I grinned. “I certainly didn’t know for sure.”

“Me neither but a man needs to be prepared. And I never jump without a parachute.”

I offered a satisfied smile before reaching over to open the glovebox. While I did so, he clamped down on one nipple with his teeth. I shrieked and looked at him.

“That’s for teasing me,” he said.