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I shake my head slowly.
“Are you invitin’ me over, Anna?” His voice is so low, a ghost of a sound.
“After today, it’s only right to thank you with dinner.”
Calloused hands cup my cheeks, hot breath fanning my lips as he leans in close and whispers, “I’ll come over. But not under the pretense of just dinner. I’ll take dessert too.”
I flush from head to toe. My panties grow soaked, a near automatic response when it comes to this man. I exhale a shaky breath and lean forward, kissing him softly. He presses back harder, his lips coaxing mine open just enough that he can taste me fully before he’s pulling back.
“This is going to be the longest drive home of my life,” he confesses.
My laugh is breathy, quiet. “You’re telling me.”
An hour later,I’m damn near choking on the sexual tension rippling in the dark cab of Brody’s truck. The inner thighs of myjeans have probably begun to pill from the consistent rubbing I’ve been doing.
After Brody paid for my incredibly expensive boots—his request—we left the shop and immediately set off for Cherry Peak. I slipped on my new boots as soon as we hit the highway and haven’t been able to stop looking at them since.
I’ve caught Brody’s heated stares as well. They’ve only made my arousal worse. It doesn’t matter how many times I change the radio station or check my phone, not a single thing has managed to distract me from how badly I want to shove the centre console up and climb into his lap.
Desire coils low in my belly, making my skin sensitive to every blow of the heater, and my lungs burn from the effort of controlling my rampant breathing.
Leather groans, and I look at the steering wheel to see Brody gripping it so tight his knuckles are white. He rubs the leather back and forth, and fuck me, the veins on the backs of his hands flex and bulge. I drop my head back to the headrest and close my eyes, tapping at the window.
The old Anna never would have considered taking charge here . . . Never would have done what I’m about to.
Brody flings his head to the side when I shove the console up and unbuckle my seat belt. The sun has set, and I let that calm some of my nerves. Nobody but him can see as I scoot into the small middle seat and lay a hand over his lap, right over the bulge beneath his zipper. My eyes go wide at the thick ridge of him, so hot I can feel it through the thick jeans.
It’s my first time touching him this way. My blood boils beneath my skin, heady with my want for him. A peek up at him through my lashes, and I see him grinding his jaw, a harsh breath exploding through his parted lips. I pause, wanting to make sure it isn’t discomfort that has him so tense.
Dark blue eyes snare mine in a look so intense pleasure spikes between my legs, like an invisible slap to my clit. “Swear to fuck, Anna, you pull me out of my jeans right now and I’ll be takin’ that pretty mouth. I’m barely holdin’ on here.”
Relief plows through me before it’s replaced by determination. Fingers shaky with need, I unbutton his jeans and tug. He lifts his hips for me, and I curse as his cock comes free. Long and thick and wet, just for me.
“Kiss me,” he orders gruffly.
I twist, setting my knees on the seat and reaching to press my lips on his. He’s waiting for me. The moment our lips touch, he’s grabbing the back of my head and holding me in place, continuing to stare out the windshield as he devours my mouth.
It’s reckless. Even under the cover of night, the highway is busy. Headlights shine through the cab one after the other, but I don’t sit back down and hide. Not until he gives me permission. He tastes too good. Feels incredible.
I’m anxious to please him, and when I grip his cock in my fist, stroking once, his hiss fills my mouth before I swallow it. He tugs on my roots, separating us by a hairsbreadth.
“Try not to make me crash the truck. Got precious cargo,” he breathes. The order in the teasing words doesn’t go unnoticed.
I’ve found myself a dominant man, and the idea of that thrills me.
I slink down his body like water, pooling on the seat at his thighs. His muscles are tight, bulging as he shifts, legs spread as wide as possible in his jeans. My grip tightens around his shaft, and he throbs, his torso vibrating against the seat and fingers straining in my hair.
“I’ll try my best,” I promise, eyes trained on his groin.
My own arousal is a lingering song in my ears, but I ignore it in exchange for this moment. With slow strokes, I work his cockin my fist, bending at the waist almost subconsciously as I get so close my breath fans over the red, wet head of him.
My ass is in the air, and the button of my jeans digs into my stomach, but I stay in this position, unable to back away. I’m drunk on lust, intoxicated by the feel and taste and smell of him. My tongue slips from my mouth and traces the edges of his tip before dragging a hot line over the slit, collecting the bead of precum pooling there. I moan, loud and wanton, and repeat the action twice.
“Fuck. Just like that. Again,” he grits out.
I do as he says, but only for a moment. Then, I’m taking him into my mouth, working the rigid length of him as far as I can before pulling back and sucking in a breath. His fingers are locked in my hair but frozen in a tight pull, keeping still. I drop my head again and move it side to side, careful to keep my teeth to myself but hoping he’ll get the memo.
He does. I grin wickedly when he starts using his hold to guide me, setting a pace that he likes. I’m a willing servant, my body strung so tight every one of his groans is a plunge of a finger inside of me. I’ve never gotten this sort of pleasure from giving a blow job before. I’m a live wire, his for the taking. I rub my thighs together, eyes drifting shut from the sparks I create between them.
