And I feel it—that razor-thin line between restraint and surrender snapping tighter with every breath.
“I’m not tryin’ to rush this,” he murmurs, voice hoarse, like he’s warning both of us. “I wanted tonight to be slow. Romantic. Thought maybe we’d dance under the stars. Feed each other strawberries. Talk about shit that scares us, lights us up, and everything in between.”
My breath hitches. “We still can.”
“Yeah, but it’s hard to think about talkin’ when you’re sittin’ there lookin’ like that,” he rasps, eyes devouring me like he’s starving. “Wearin’ my clothes. Freckles bursting all over your skin. Moaning like you’ve already got my cock in your mouth.”
“Then put it in my mouth,” I demand, shoving the charcuterie board gently away and climbing to my knees.
I stop an inch before him and drop back, sitting on my ass.
The air between us shifts. Tightens.
My thighs clench together on instinct and his gaze drops, tracking the movement with heat so sharp it slices through the cool night.
“Freckles, I’m about five seconds from tearing those leggings off and making a whole new memory on this goddamn truck bed. You gotta tell me what you want here, baby.”
I shiver and ache, and I can’t pretend I don’t know exactly what I want.
Leaning forward, I drop my shaking hands onto his chest, pushing him onto his back. He shifts, making room for me to straddle him. My fingertips dig into his shirt, and his find my hips, gripping tightly.
“Remember what you said when I was riding your face?” I whisper, feeling his cock pulse between my thighs. “Next time you came, it would deep in my pussy—raw, and bare, and filling me with your cum,againandagainandagain.” I drop my lips to his ear, shuddering with need. “That’s what I want.”
He groans, the sound so desperate and primal, it makes my whole body shiver.
His fingers find my jaw, dragging my mouth to his as he chokes out,“Fuck it,”and smashes his lips to mine.
Chapter Thirty Six
Drip by Drip
Her kiss is sweet and dangerous. Sparkling cider and wildflower honey with a bite of something that’s all Georgia.
I’m already drowning in it, inher. In the way her hips rock against mine like she doesn’t give a single damn about taking her time or the way she’s quickly destroying my will to wait. Myhands roam without restraint, gripping her ass, kneading the soft swell of it through those tight leggings I plan to ruin.
The music swirls around us—something slow, sultry, female. Don’t know the artist. Only recognized like a third of the songs I stole from her phone while she was sleeping. Tossed them all into a folder and named itFreckles, like a lovesick dumbass, just for tonight.
Because I wanted to make her smile.
Wanted to make her mine.
She moans against my mouth, warm, wet center grinding down harder. “Fuck, Kade…”
That sound—my name said likethat? Desperate and wrecked and right on the edge of breaking?
Christ, I could come just from hearing it.
But I won’t. Not yet.
Not until she’s come apart as many times as it takes for her needy cunt to feel satisfied. Not until my tongue has memorized the taste of her again, and my fingers have wrung every whimper and gasp from her pretty mouth.
I grab the back of her neck, twisting my fingers into her hair and tilting her head back, forcing her eyes to mine.
“You gonna let me have you tonight, freckles?” I rasp, breath sawing in and out of my lungs. “Let me touch every fuckin’ inch of you? Worship that perfect body like it’s the only thing that’s ever mattered? Gonna let me make you come on my fingers and tongue?”
Her lips part and she nods.
But I don’t want her nod, I want her voice.
