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“W-what are you—Oh God,” she moaned as I bent my head to lick her through the cotton.
I couldn’t stop my grin. “Call me Jed.”
FOUR
PEYTON
Jed.What a perfectly wonderful name.
I probably should’ve asked for his name earlier but it hadn’t seemed important. What was important was this.
Justthis.
His tongue pressed against me, dampening the fabric that didn’t need much help. His rough, raspy voice was enough to start me up all on its own. Add in his penetrating stare and that smirky mouth and I was done for.
Done for on a shadowy road in small town Kensington Square. This night had certainly taken an interesting turn.
His big hands spread my thighs and I peeked over the dashboard, half expecting to see a camera crew setting up at the other end of the street. This was a quiet residential neighborhood, and I was in the front seat of a decidedly non-flashy Ford Bronco, but my jig would be up soon.
Surely someone would spot us and—
“Oh,” I whispered as his teeth closed on my soft inner thigh. The flash of pain was unexpected and sent a bolt of liquid heat unfurling inside me, paving the way for his hungry licks.
Not that he’d delved beneath the material yet. Why did he need to? If he kept this up, he was going to make me soak right through it.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded, and it didn’t occur to me to disagree. Something about him told me he was a man not used to tolerating arguments. That irrefutable sense of authority made my riotous emotions go quiet and still, but not because he was stifling me. Quite the contrary. The way he took charge let me know I didn’t have to be in control.
Right now, I could just be. He would handle everything.
Handleme.
“Good girl.” He kissed the spot he’d just bitten, and I let my head fall back, letting the warmth of his praise and his ministrations carry me to another place. One with no worries and no responsibilities and no concerns about disappointing anyone.
I didn’t care right now about record units or ticket sales or artistic integrity. There was just enjoying the insistent laps of his tongue, and the electric drag of his teeth, and the seductive slide of his fingertips on my damp inner legs. He didn’t put his fingers where I needed them, just circled around and around, using his mouth to drive me insane.
He rubbed his nose against my clit while he nuzzled my swollen lower lips. I jolted at the contact, surprised at the giggle that almost escaped.
“Like that, huh?”
“It tickles.”
He did it again and this time it didn’t tickle at all. The pressure right where I needed it grew, becoming an ache that made me grind my hips into the seat.
I fought my impulse to pull on his hair. I didn’t know how he’d react, and God, I didn’t want him to stop. It had been so long, and I was so close.
“Do it,” he rumbled against my drenched flesh, and I exhaled, relieved. He understood, and he didn’t mind.
I sank my fingers into his dense brown hair, creating more spikes. The style was close to his scalp, but he still had enough on top to give me something to hold onto. Pulling him into me only made the slide of his tongue that more intense, and he growled as I instinctually drew my legs closer to my chest to give him more room to work.
Following my wordless lead, he flattened his mouth against my slit and did the most marvelous thing with his tongue, swirling it, alternating his outside the panties action with some playful nips and bites that didn’t seem to match his personality at all. I tugged harder on his hair and he growled, causing me to cry out. My panties were going to disintegrate under all that hot, focused attention. My clit was positively throbbing, and I couldn’t stop shifting restlessly against the seat.
Too much. I needed to come and he just kept going on and on, never landing long enough to allow me the release I so desperately craved.
“I bet if I slid my tongue down farther, you’d be wet back there too.” His voice burned against my overstimulated flesh. “You’re dripping.”
I flushed, but not from embarrassment. Only excitement and anticipation fueled me now. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Detective.”
Whether it was my subtle tease or the use of the term Detective that pushed him into action, I didn’t know. One moment I was on my back with my toes pointing toward the roof of his truck and the next I was on my knees, ass in the air with my hands flat on the driver’s seat. And my panties were gone.
