Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
HUNTER
I open the truck door without breaking the kiss, carrying her with me and laying her back across the leather seat, her fingers still knotted in my shirt like she’s afraid I might disappear.
Logistically? This is a nightmare.
Lola should be laid out on my bed, wrists pinned, letting me take my time learning every damn sound she makes. Letting me spend hours devouring her, instead of stealing moments in a parking lot.
But right now? Right now, I’m too goddamn desperate for her to wait.
She watches me, green eyes dark with heat, as I work her boots off and toss them into the footwell. My hands drag slowly down her legs, memorizing the smooth feel of her skin.
She lifts her hips for me, and I grin, sliding my hands under her black skirt and hooking them in her silky panties.
I pull them down slowly, watching the way her chest rises and falls to my touch. And when they’re off, I hold them up.
“Red,” I say out loud instead of keeping it an inside thought. I wondered what color they’d be when I first saw her.
“Cowboy knows his colors, I see,” she teases.
I arch an eyebrow as I stuff them in my back pocket.
“Hey! I need those,” she protests.
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Mine now.”
As she rolls her eyes, my jaw twitches. I pull off her skirt and place it next to her boots. And then my attention is back on her.
“Sit up,” I tell her.
There’s a flicker in her eyes, like she wants to mouth off and push back, but she obeys anyway, shifting closer.
Damn, she’s perfect for me.
I climb in after her and slam the door shut, the noise of the bar disappearing instantly. Just leather seats. And Lola’s intoxicating scent filling the cab. I don’t waste another second. I haul her onto my lap, her thighs straddling mine, her breath catching as our bodies collide again.
“Unbuckle my belt,” I order quietly.
Her fingers fumble, just a little, and I brush curls away from her flushed cheek, cupping her face.
She pauses, looking up at me. “Good girl.”
Her cheeks bloom a deeper red, and I grin before pulling her into another kiss. God, I can’t stop kissing her. My hand slides down, gripping her ass before shifting her so she’s grinding against my thigh instead.
A soft moan escapes her, and her hips start moving instinctively.
“You’re already worked up and we ain’t even started, baby,” I murmur against her lips.
She huffs, breathless. “I’m ovulating. That proves nothing.”
A laugh rumbles in my chest. Christ, I like that sass. Even if I do want to bend her over my knee and spank it out of her.
“Alright then,” I mutter.
Her hips keep rolling, chasing the friction, little gasps spilling from her lips as she clings to my shoulders.
“You’re gonna come just ridin’ my thigh, firefly,” I murmur, not asking. I’m telling her exactly what I need from her.
“Uh-huh,” she breathes.
Her head tips back as I kiss along her neck, and the sounds she makes damn near undo me. Her body starts trembling against mine, and I crash my mouth back over hers as pleasure steals her breath.
She clutches me through it, nails digging into my shoulders, and I hold her there, watching the way her face softens, the way she melts in my arms.
Most beautiful damn thing I’ve ever seen.
Her eyes flutter open a few seconds later.
“You needed to get that one outta the way,” I tell her, brushing my thumb along her cheek.
Her gaze drops, widening slightly at the mess she’s made on my jeans, and I chuckle. That right there is an honor. “You made a mess on me, darlin’. And that’s fine. I want a whole lot more outta you .”
She swallows, desire flashing again in her eyes as she shifts closer, already chasing that feeling again.
I dip my hand lower, and she lets out a tiny gasp as I slide two fingers inside of her.
“So fuckin’ tight, firefly.”
“P-please, Hunter. More.”
A growl escapes me, and I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot. “Another one,” I order.
I hold her in place with one hand and finger fuck her, making her soak my palm. “You’re such a good girl, Lola. Drippin’ all over my hand.”
She spreads her legs wider, and I grin, running my tongue along her collarbone. Her little white top that does up with lace in the middle gives me perfect access to run my mouth down between her breasts.
“You’re doing so well, Lola,” I murmur near her ear. “Just lettin’ yourself feel it.”
Her legs tighten around me, breath hitching as pleasure steals her voice again. She tries to fight it, tries to hold back, and I cup her face gently. “Look at me,” I tell her.
Her eyes open, completely dazed and turned on.
“Get outta your own head, firefly. Ain’t nothin’ to be embarrassed about. Just let go and let your cowboy do his thing.” I pause, then smirk. “For research purposes.”
Even though this stopped being research the second I touched her.
She nods slowly, shoulders relaxing, trust settling into her expression. And this time, I work her slowly. My thumb circling her clit, my fingers hitting the spot that makes her soaked.
“That’s it,” I murmur softly. “Feels better when you stop fightin’ it, don’t it?”
Another nod.
“You’re beautiful, Lola,” I breathe. “And like this? Absolutely magnificent. Now come for me.”
This time, when she comes apart against me, she doesn’t try to fight it. She just lets go, clinging to me as pleasure rolls through her, and I kiss her through every shaky breath.
But when she cries out my name. My fucking name. I nearly cum in my boxers.
She rests her forehead against mine, and I let her catch her breath, while I catch my own.
And as she finally looks up at me again, lips swollen, eyes wrecked in the best way. All I can think about is how damn much I want her again. And how good it’s going to feel with her tight pussy around my cock as she shatters around me. That might just be my undoing.
It’s been five years since I let a woman close enough to steal my heart. But my firefly? I think she’s about to do that just by one glance across a bar.