He takes it as the yes it is, and this time his lips aren’t gentle. They’re hard and demanding and filled with so much unvoiced want.
Want that’s been bottled up for years and years.
Want that’s been hidden behind facades and insults and lies to make ourselves feel better about what we really want.
Shepard Clark doesn’t hate me. He never hated me.
And I never hated him either.
Our tongues twist together as I wrap my legs around his waist.
Through my thin leggings, I can feel his cock brushing against my wet pussy, and I wish there were nothing between us, wish he would lift us up into the bed of his truck and have his way with me.
Without warning, he picks me up, carries me around the passenger side, and pulls the back door open. He tosses me inside like I weigh nothing, and I scoot until I’m on the other side of the cab, shoving my overpriced dress onto the floor. He climbs in after me, not stopping until I’m lying underneath him.
“That’s a lot better,” he mutters before his mouth finds mine again.
His dick presses back against my center and the friction nearly sends me over the edge.
It’s also enough to knock me out of the haze I’m in.
What the hell am I doing?
I can’t do this, not with Shep, and certainly not in the back of his truck.
I push at him and he instantly pulls away, but that doesn’t stop him from rocking his hips against me one more time.
“We have to stop.”
He rests his head against my chest, his breaths labored and erratic, matching my own. “I know, but Ireallydon’t want to. My dick will probably fall off if we stop now.”
I laugh at his dramatics. “Guess you’ll just have to be dickless.”
“I don’t think you’d like me near as much then.”
“I don’t even like you now, Shep.”
That’s not a lie, and we both know it.
I don’t like Shep, but I don’t hate him either.
We’re walking this thin line, the same one we’ve always walked, and right now it’s too much. I don’t know what to do with it, but I know for sure I don’t want to do something I’ll regret later…like letting him fuck me in the back seat of his truck.
He pulls back, sitting up and scrubbing a hand over his face. “You’re right. Our first time can’t be in the back of a truck.”
“You say that like I was going to sleep with you.”
He leans over to press a hard kiss to my lips, and I let him, our tongues quickly becoming a tangled web.
Before it can escalate—well, any more than it already has—Shep pulls away, grinning like he knows something no one else does.
“What’d I say about games, Den?”
I shove him away and he laughs.
“So while you were plotting your whole evening so you could drive Shelia, did you think about the fact that I drove us to the gala? From your apartment?”
Shit.I totally forgot about that.
