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She bounced in her seat as he whipped the truck into a sharp right turn and steered up a long, tree-lined driveway. Almost home. She stroked faster.
He slammed on the brakes, killed the engine, and pinned her with a hot, dangerous gaze. “I’m warning you now, Bluelick, when I get around this truck, you’d better be holding on to something.”
He was out of the cab before she fully processed his words. An instant later, the passenger door swung open. She reached for the oh-shit handle, but missed because he hit her seat belt release at the same time and turned her sideways in her seat, facing him. One minute she had a head-on view of his predatory expression, the next, her world tilted on its axis. She ended up staring at the ceiling of the truck, the center console supporting her head, her legs up and bent, the heels of her shoes hitched behind the handle above the door. Oh shit, indeed.
She lifted her head and stared between her legs. Josh stood there, cursing as he dug through his wallet. A couple of cards and some cash spilled to the ground when he pulled out a condom, but he didn’t stop to retrieve them. He simply dropped his wallet, tore open the condom, and yanked his jeans down. The sight of him rolling the latex over his huge erection had her scrambling to secure her heels more tightly in their foothold.
Big, blunt fingers tangled in her thong. A quick rip and it fell away. She hung there for a moment—hands clasping the edge of the seat, leg muscles fluttering, personal parts bare and on display—then cried out as he drove into her with a single, universe-shattering thrust.
A galaxy of suns exploded behind her eyelids. Blooded pounded in her ears. Somewhere beyond her own internal whirlwind, she heard his voice. Disjointed words, punctuated by the almost brutal slap of their bodies.
Mine.
That’s what he was saying, over and over. Then her world exploded again, and all she could think was, Yes.
Chapter Thirteen
Sensation slowly trickled back into his extremities. Josh blinked sweat out of his eyes, took stock, and realized he was fucked. He might have looked like the one in the driver’s seat, so to speak, considering he had his hands wrapped around Melody’s ankles, and his cock still gloved in her body, but the wave of possessiveness threatening to drown him told a different story. If the territorial feeling sprang from the temporary physical connection, he wouldn’t be so worried, but it didn’t. He had an uncomfortable suspicion these proprietary instincts had been building from the moment she’d walked over to him in Boone’s and hit him with, You ready to make your move, Chief, or are you just going to stare all night?
Yeah, he’d been headed off this cliff from the start. He turned his head and, because it was right there, kissed the back of her knee. “You okay?”
“I’m not sure.” The soft-edged quality to her voice made him grin, despite himself. “I think I just had an out-of-body experience.”
“That’s funny, ’cause I just had an in-your-body experience.”
She propped herself up on her elbows. He felt the tightening of her abs all the way to the base of his cock. She blew her hair out of her face and sent him a slow smile. “Was it amazing? Because mine was amazing.”
“Bluelick, every second I spend inside your body is amazing.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to take them back and refine them. He should have said, Every second I spend with you is amazing. But her smile widened and he realized she appreciated the physical validation. Would she appreciate more? Her words from last week floated through his mind: I plan to keep my personal life very, very casual for a while. I’m not getting seriously involved again unless everything falls into place simply and easily.
Shit.
As much as he enjoyed giving her physical validation, his exhausted dick couldn’t provide any more just now. He pinched the rolled edge of the condom to keep it in place. “Sit tight. I’m going to pull out, but I’m not done with you yet.”
Her eyes went round. “I can’t possibly…”
“You can. You owe me a taste, remember?” Plus, he wasn’t an idiot. He knew what she wanted from him. He was the anti-Roger, someone insatiable for her and not afraid to demonstrate the depth of his cravings. An antidote to years of good-girl patience and self-conscious efforts to subjugate her physical needs. He withdrew, dragged his jeans up, and dropped to his knees. Knowing she would be sensitive, he started at the backs of her thighs, pressing kisses along those slim columns before moving on to the soft, yielding curves of her ass.
She murmured “please,” which he chose to interpret as, “Please suck on my clit until your lips go numb.”
He obliged, moving his mouth between her legs. The sweet, salty aftertaste of her orgasm coated his tongue, along with the residue of lubricant from the condom. He ran his hands up the underside of her legs, pressed forward, and unhitched her feet from the handhold above the door. Then he lowered her legs. She uttered something—all he heard was his name and “sweet baby Jesus”—and crossed her ankles behind him. The heels of her shoes dug into his back like spurs, urging him on.
She wanted more? No problem. He shifted lower and speared his tongue down, gripping her hips when she tried to jerk away.
“Nnn…”
“You’re going to give it all up to me sooner or later. You know that, right?”
She hitched in a breath. “I don’t think—”
He circled his tongue dangerously close to the no-fly zone.
Her body tensed and her breath came out on a shudder. “Possibly. Maybe. Later.”
He laughed and ran his tongue along her center. She arched up to meet him and cried out as he got to work on her swollen, throbbing clit. One flick a second. Her thighs clamped against his head. Her fingernails raked his scalp, and she rocked her hips with complete abandon.
He met her enthusiasm with plenty of his own, and sent her up, up, and over the peak. Before she floated back down, he gathered her into his arms and carried her into the house. Yeah, his wallet was strewn all over his front yard, but that was the beauty of living on the outskirts of town…everything would be there tomorrow.
“Where are we going?” Her words brushed his neck like a feather. “And why can’t I walk there?”
