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Kip’s kisses, the real ones—which this was—were violent. Full of desperation. Hunger. A chaos that sometimes danced behind his eyes.
Chaos that spelled danger.
The kind of danger that, coupled with his good looks, got many women into bed with him the first night they met him.
Or maybe it was this kiss.
Because this fucking kiss…
I wanted to bite his tongue. Push him back. Scream at him.
But instead, I clutched the sides of his shirt and kissed him back. With all the chaos and hunger inside me.
Before I knew it, my hands were underneath his tee, nails running along the skin of his abs and down to his belt.
Music thumped from somewhere inside. I heard voices from faraway. A car drove past every now and then.
We were in the corner of the parking lot farthest away from the streetlights, but we were not by any means shielded from the general public.
And I did not give a shit.
I needed him to fuck me.
Right this second.
I communicated that by fumbling with his belt.
His hand caught my wrist, and he leaned back so we were no longer kissing. I scowled at that, though I was breathing pretty heavily.
“Not fucking you against my truck in a bar parking lot,” he said, voice rough and throaty. “Not tonight, at least.”
He leaned in to kiss me hungrily and hard once more, hand still on my wrist, stopping me from unbuckling his belt.
“Now get in the fucking truck,” he growled against my mouth.
I didn’t think I was someone who responded to growls, or husbands when they made such orders. But fuck if I didn’t jump right in the truck.
* * *
The drive was about thirty minutes.
We didn’t make it.
Not even halfway.
I thought maybe I’d find my senses somewhere along the way. That I’d sober up. That the stiff confines of the truck would help me cool down.
It did none of those things.
Then again, when did the interior of a vehicle make someonemoresober?
Therefore, I did things.
Like adjust myself in my seat so my skirt rode up. Way up. And I let a strap fall off my shoulder so the top of my breast was exposed.
Neither of us spoke.
No music played on the radio.
