Chapter 12 #2
I dragged my other hand up under her shirt, slow enough to feel every inch of her skin before I got my palm flat against her ribs, and let my thumb ride up until it caught the underwire of her bra and slipped past it.
“Is this okay?” My voice came out rough, barely recognizable.
She nodded her head, but I could see the war in her eyes, her pride, her need, and the part of her that didn’t want to give in.
“Use your words, Sunshine.” I dipped my finger lower, still barely touching her. “I’m not taking anything from you that you don’t want to give.”
I could feel her heart pounding under my fingers, that wild, unsteady rhythm matching my own.
She stared down at me, her jaw clenched, the fight still tangled up in every inch of her body, even as her hips rolled forward against my hand.
I let my finger slide lower, slow enough to be cruel, until I brushed the pad of my finger against her clit and had her hips surging forward.
“Tell me, Maggie.” I dragged my finger in one lazy circle and watched her hips chase the movement. “Tell me you want me to bury my fingers in this greedy little cunt?”
I was already half gone, senses shot and mind blank except for the way she barely held herself together above me, her legs squeezing tight at my hips.
That goddamn blush crawled up her neck, and I wanted to follow it with my mouth until she forgot every man who had ever touched her and any man who ever would.
“Please, Hunter.” Two little words, barely a whisper, and whatever was left of my control dissolved.
Her breath hitched and I felt it through her whole body as my hand moved lower.
My knuckles grazed the inside of her thigh, the skin there hot and trembling, and when I finally slid my fingers through her, I felt just how badly she wanted this, wanted me.
She was soaked, slick heat coating my fingers, and fuck, I’d never wanted someone so badly.
I pressed my head back against the headrest and sucked in air through my teeth, fighting to keep my hand steady as I gathered that wetness and dragged it back up to her clit, spreading it in careful circles against her.
The steering wheel rattled behind her back as she rocked forward into my palm. The look on her face was devastating, like a storm eating the sun whole, and I couldn’t have looked away if I’d wanted to.
She tried to say my name and failed, just a low hiss of “Hun—” that died off as I pressed harder against her clit.
She shuddered and bit down on her bottom lip so hard I worried she’d taste blood.
I kept my eyes locked on her mouth as I worked my hand against her, then down to her chest where I watched every rise and fall.
“Take your shirt off,” I commanded, my voice coming out rough and wrecked. “I need to see you.”
Her eyes snapped to mine, and a sound escaped her, caught somewhere between a laugh and a moan. She shook her head, stubborn to the end. “You can’t tell me what to do. You’re such a—”
I thrust two fingers deep inside her, grinding my palm hard against her clit, and her insult melted into a raw gasp as her thighs clenched and trembled around my hand.
“What was that?” I asked and worked my fingers deeper, curling them until her back bowed and her hands flew to the hem of her shirt like she’d forgotten she was supposed to be fighting me. She yanked it over her head and threw it on the floor.
She looked untouchable, even as she fell apart above me. Her bra straps slipped off her shoulders, and I reached up and dragged the lace down until there was nothing left between us. I kissed along her collarbone and kept going until I felt her breasts heave under my mouth.
She ground herself down hard against my cock, hips rolling in a filthy rhythm that punched the air straight out of my lungs, and I groaned against her chest, not even trying to swallow it.
I got my mouth around her nipple and sucked hard, tongue working against her until she couldn’t hold herself still.
“Oh, God.” She buried her hands in my hair and pulled hard.
I drew my hand out of her panties and she whimpered at the loss of it. I dragged my wet fingers up her stomach, over her ribs, and across her nipples, one after another. They stiffened under the slick heat of her own want.
“Hunter—”
I leaned in and ran my tongue across her nipple, tasting her off her own skin.
“You have no right to taste this good,” I said against her.
I pressed my hand between her legs again, dragging my knuckles against that trembling skin on the inside of her thigh before I let my fingers slide back into her. She sucked in an unsteady breath and her hips jerked forward, chasing the friction like she’d been starving for it all this time.
I wanted to draw it out, make her feel every fucking second of it, but every time she rolled her hips down into my hand, I lost a little more of myself.
God, she was beautiful like this. She’d probably kill me if she knew how much I loved seeing her come apart, how much I worshipped the way her pride melted right along with her voice when she was this close.
I worked my hand against her, every movement a little rougher than the last, until her whole body went tight.
“Fuck,” I groaned, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed more. I needed all of her.
I caught her by the hips and shifted her higher, guiding her up onto her knees.
“I need more of you,” I said as I undid my belt and pressed my lips against her hip bone. “I’ve fucking dreamt of this.”
I popped the button of my jeans and tugged down my zipper as I kissed her lower stomach. Fuck, I could smell how turned on she was, could feel it in the way her thighs trembled on either side of mine, and having Maggie in my hands was the closest thing I’d ever felt to religion.
My hands ran up her thighs, and I tipped my head back to look up at her. “You going to let me fuck you, Mags?”
She opened her mouth, lips swollen, but before she could make a sound, a set of headlights sliced through the night, flooding the cab with a harsh, blinding glare.
Maggie jerked back, and my hands fell away as she scrambled off my lap. She snatched up her shirt from the floor before she yanked it over her head with trembling hands, cursing softly.
I tried to shield my eyes, twisting around to see who was behind us, but the high beams blinded everything. There was only the glare of lights and the frantic sound of our breathing in the dark.
My pulse crashed so loud in my ears I barely heard the slam of a car door behind us. Maggie’s head whipped toward the rear window, hair wild and eyes panicked.
“Stay here,” I said as I fixed my jeans, but just as I was about to get out, there was a knock at my window.
I jerked toward the sound, breath still ragged, and the knock came again, harder this time.
I dragged my hand across my mouth and tried to look less wrecked than I felt, but my palms were still slick and my zipper barely up.
There was no hiding the flush in my cheeks, or the way Maggie trembled beside me, hair mussed and shirt on backward.
I looked out the window and saw Colt staring back at me with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. He motioned for me to roll down the window, and I glanced over at Maggie before I did.
He leaned his forearm against the roof of the truck. “Y’all good?” He glanced at Maggie, then back at me. “We stopped at the gas station, but Blaire spotted your truck.” He paused, and his lips quirked. “Everything all right with the truck?”
“Truck’s fine,” I managed even as adrenaline still slammed through my veins. “We just pulled over for a minute.”
Colt glanced past me again, and there was no way he missed the state of her, the state of me, or the sex still thick in the air between us.
“All right.” He laughed and slapped his hand on the roof of my truck.
I held on to the steering wheel with both hands, knuckles straining under the skin, and I couldn’t look at her because if I did, it’d be over.
I could taste her on my tongue, could feel the heat of her cunt still slick on my fingers, and my cock throbbed so hard I was half a second from saying fuck it and dragging her back onto my lap, Colt be damned.
“I’ll let Blaire know that y’all are okay,” Colt drawled. “You are okay, Maggie. Right?”
I turned my head to look at the bastard, but he was looking straight at her.
“Yeah. I’m good,” she said shakily.
Colt reached into my truck and patted his hand against my cheek. “Don’t fuck this up,” he said low enough that I knew it was meant for me, but there was no way in hell Maggie didn’t hear him.
Then he sauntered back to his truck without another look back.