Chapter Eight
Eliza
I’m on fire.I’m burning from the inside out. Falcon’s kiss has me ready to spontaneously combust. I saw it in his eyes. He’s just as aroused as I am.
God, he’s so fucking sexy.
Take me. Take me against the side of this truck. Make me yours.
No one but you can quench this thirst.
His hands squeeze my ass before he slips his finger past the waistband of my jeans to rub the curve of my ass.
It’s not enough. I want my ass to fill his hands as he takes me.
I rub against him as I moan like the wanton whore that I currently am. He groans into my mouth and his lips leave mine to nip at my chin. His tongue trails over the spots he nips, to soothe the delicious ache, and I shiver in anticipation. Nudging the neckline of my shirt aside, he nuzzles my cleavage before lapping at my skin with his velvet tongue. His hat bumps into my chin as I moan and try to watch him, so, my hands knock it off. It falls to the ground, forgotten at our feet. He creates a wet path over the globes of my heaving breasts, with his mouth and tongue, as his fingers continue to clutch at my ass and he thrusts against me with his delicious steely length.
My own hands leave his head to yank his shirt from the waistband of his pants. My palms flatten over the molten heat of his naked abdomen and I moan as my fingers find pure ridges of muscle.
I gasp as the metal of his belt buckle cuts into my stomach.
Every inch of my body is aflame and I feel as if I’m going to explode.
His hands leave my waistband and I groan in despair before sighing as he pulls my own shirt out of my pants and his hands grip the soft skin of my sides. Reluctantly leaving the heaven of his waist, my hands travel over his stomach and chest, before grabbing his head, yanking it back up to mine. He growls as he captures my mouth in a bruising kiss and my stomach quivers.
My hands slide back down his neck and chest before frantically try to open the buttons of his shirt. I need his naked skin against mine.
His fingers dig into my sides as I pop button after button and my tongue dances with his in the same rhythm of our hips.
Suddenly, he freezes and I moan in frustration. He kisses me on the mouth quickly and then pulls back, breathing heavily. My hands are flattened on his bare chest and his shirt is wide open. Opening my eyes, I look down. I can clearly see the magnificence of his pecs and abs. I once again try to pull him back into me.
Nooooo. Why are you stopping?
Don’t you dare stop.
I’m ready to throw caution to the wind and take this bull by the horns.
He grabs my wrists and huskily says, “Darlin’ wait… I hear something… the walkie…” His voice is gravelly and unsteady but through my haze of desire, I jerk back.
He’s rejecting me right now?!
What the hell was that?
Dear God… what the hell were we just doing?
And… WHY were we doing it?
The heat has made us both crazy!
Crazy or not, I want Falcon Donovan. I’m more turned on right now than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
My vagina is cussing a blue streak at the interruption.
Jerking my hands from his, I try to skirt around him in a blind rage at his rejection. He doesn’t release me to allow me to move. Instead, he pins me in place with his eyes. I glare at him while he just looks at me and then, I hear it, too.
The walkie is crackling and someone is talking.
He heard that over the roar of his want?
