Finally reaching my truck, I’ve officially lost every fucking shred of patience.
I need her.I crave her.
Dropping her onto the tailgate with a grunt, I grip her hips hard, anchoring her there so she doesn’t bolt off again.
She tries to push me away, her palms against my chest, still hissing venom between clenched teeth. “You are such a fucking?—”
“Brat,” I growl, cutting her off. “You’re being a fucking brat.”
Her chest rises and falls in quick bursts, her hair’s a tangled halo around her pretty, flushed face, and her plump lips parted in shock—or maybe it’s want.
I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care.
She looks at me like she wants to stab me and ride me at the same time, and shit, I don’t even know which one I’d prefer.
“And you’re a fucking coward,” she spits back. “Talking all that filth one night, and running away the next. Did you get scared, Hayes? Scared you might feel something under all that gruff bullshit?”
I snap.
Slamming my mouth to hers, I swallow her gasp. My hand locks around the nape of her neck, holding her in place, dragging my tongue into her mouth and fuck it slowly. Her lips part wider, hungry for it, letting me take what I want. I bite her bottom lip, pulling the soft flesh until she moans.
She grabs my shirt, pulling me closer. Her legs spreading for me without hesitation, and I step between them. She wraps around me, pulling me closer until I can feel the heat of her pussy through her clothes. I grind into her, my cock pressed thick against the spot I know she needs, her hips jerk up, chasing the friction.
I keep moving, dragging against her like I’m already inside her. Her head falls back, as she lets out a moan that sounds so fucking sinful, I could listen to her forever. I thrust again, and her pussy clenches even through the layers between us. I can feel how soaked she is; she’s dripping for it, soaking my jeans, begging without a single word.
A growl tears from my chest as her head falls back witha gasp, and I drag my lips along her jaw, down her neck, biting just hard enough to make her shiver. “You think I don’t feel something?” I snarl against her skin. “You think I haven’t been losing my fucking mind ever since you walked into my life like a goddamn hurricane in heels?”
She yanks my hair hard. “Then stop running like an asshole and do something about it.”
“You’re not ready for what I’d do to you if I let go,” I say, thrusting against her again.
Her body arches, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
“Try me.”
My hands slide up her thighs, my rough palms gliding beneath the soft cotton of her dress, the fabric bunching around my wrists as I reach the top. She gasps against my mouth, breath hitching when I press into the heat between her legs and feel it—her panties, soaked through.
I smile against her lips, my chest heaving as I stare down at her like she’s the only fucking thing I’ve ever wanted.
“I’ve barely even touched you,” I whisper, my fingers dragging along her slick slit, making her flinch, “and you’re already this fucking wet for me.”
A soft, breathy moan escapes her as her hips jerk toward my hand. Her fingers tangle in my hair, yanking, urging me closer. “I fucking hate you,” she manages to say, arching her back to my touch.
I crush my mouth to hers again, to shut her up. Sliding my hand between her legs, I shove past her panties, sinking two fingers into her tight, wet cunt.
Her walls clamp down around me like she’s already there, every inch of her dragging me deeper. I fuck her with my fingers slow at first, watching the way her body jerks, the way her breath stutters, the way she moans into my mouth like she can’t take it.
Jesus, she looks so fucking beautiful like this.
“You don’t look like you hate me, princess,” I finally say.
My fingers stay buried deep inside her, locked in place like I’m daring her to pull away. “If you want me to stop, say it. Tell me you don’t want my fingers inside this perfect pussy.”
Her thighs tighten around my hips.
“Don’t stop.”
That’s all I needed to hear to absolutely lose it.
