Chapter 13 #3
“Okay,” she said softly. Then she repeated it with more strength. “Okay. I’m awesome. You’re magical. Let’s go eat something really fattening.”
He looked over at her, his lips curving into a slow, sexy smile. “Yes,” he said. “Exactly that. Yes.”
So they did. They had steak and cheesecake.
They chowed on hot rolls with butter and tiny salads because it was served with the meal.
And they talked. He wanted to know everything about her job and her plans for the future.
She delved deep into his thoughts about his company and where he would take it if he had all the time and money in the world.
They talked about her college and his lack.
And by the time she was waddling back to the truck from being overstuffed on good food, they were laughing together like old, dear friends.
Well, old, dear friends who wanted desperately to get into each other’s pants.
And when she struggled in her now-tight dress to climb into his truck, he swept her into his arms and lifted her inside.
She squealed, of course, and laughed as she threw her arms around him.
He was strong and she had tumbled headlong into love.
She didn’t want to admit that to herself.
Didn’t want to acknowledge the way the moonlight made his hair glow like magic or that she could drown in the mystical blue of his eyes.
So rather than think, she kissed him. She pulled him close when he set her down in the cab, and she let herself play with his mouth, the contours of his chest, and the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans.
It didn’t take him long to respond. Not when he began to growl his words and lick her face. She thought she’d be repulsed by the way his bear took over when they made love. But the way he touched her was all need. Fingers, tongue, teeth—all of it everywhere.
Thrilling.
She couldn’t stop stroking him, and he returned the favor to her breasts. Oh wow, she loved it when he touched her like that. She arched into him, loving the squeeze of his large hands. Needing the pinch on her nipples. And wishing they were home already. Wishing…
He separated her knees simply by pressing closer. Then it was a simple matter to brush aside her skirt and stroke her wet panties. She jolted at the feel and grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.
“Get me home,” she said against his mouth.
He’d dropped his mouth to her neck, scraping his teeth across her flesh as both his hands found their way to between her thighs. “Citrus honey,” he murmured. Then he ripped the thin cotton apart.
She jolted as he suddenly stroked her without the fabric barrier. “Did you just—”
“Come for me,” he said as he pushed a thick finger inside her.
“Here?” she squeaked even as her body tightened around his invasion. Not to restrict him, but to pull him in deeper.
“It’s late,” he said. “No one is around. And even if they were, I’m blocking the view.”
“But—” she squeaked again. She couldn’t think with him between her thighs. Not when he pinched her clit. “But…” she tried again, her mind stuttering over the objections. They were outside. They were in public. She might have gotten over the fear of him seeing her naked, but random strangers?
He eased back on his sensual assault, though he still kept it going with slow thrusts with his fingers and even slower strokes over her clit.
Then he lifted his mouth to whisper in her ear.
“You’re with a wild animal now, Julie. And he wants to lick your come off his fingers.
He wants to hear you cry out. And he doesn’t want to wait. ”
Oh, wow. Just…wow.
“Does it excite you to know how much I want that? That I don’t care who knows or who sees? I just want you orgasming all around me. Right now.”
It did. Oh, wow, did she ever want that.
“Tell me, Julie. Tell me you want—”
“Only if I get to return the favor right afterwards. Only if you climb into the driver’s seat and let me suck you dry.
” She’d never wanted to do that in all her life.
She’d never thought she’d be a woman to sit in a dark parking lot with her head bobbing up and down on a man’s lap.
And yet, she did. The public setting. The hot need.
All if it combined to make her want to do everything and more. Right now.
He didn’t wait to answer. She felt it in the sudden thrust of his fingers deep inside her.
She took everything he gave her. Especially when he played her clit like a drum.
She didn’t even know how he did it, but he set up a beat and he kept tapping out a tempo that drove her wild.
Slow, fast, feather light, then heavy push.
Her legs were spread as wide as she could make them and he was wedged between them as far in as he could fit.
And still the drumbeat rolled through her body like thunder. Wild. Unpredictable.
Explosion.
She came with a startling choke in a moment between breaths. She came while he was trying to slow it down. She came while he had three fingers inside her, and she kept coming in waves of energetic pulses that exploded outward from where he was embedded deep.
And when she flopped backward in the cab, completely boneless and satiated, he slowly withdrew his fingers and licked them clean. He would have licked her, too, if she’d let him. He would have spread her right there and tasted her to another explosive orgasm, but she held him off.
Instead, she touched his chin, forcing him to look at her while she bit her lip then gave him a coy smile.
Lord, who was this hungry tart? A woman who did scandalous things in a parking lot?
She was finally throwing off embarrassment and self-doubt.
Look at her, indulging in things completely of the body and reveling in every scandalous second.
So she lifted one leg and set it on his chest, steadily pushing him away.
“Get in the cab,” she ordered. “It’s my turn now.”
His eyes widened and his nostrils flared. “You know you’re making every single one of my adolescent fantasies come true.”
“Good. Because once I’m done with yours, we’re going to start on mine.”