I curl my fingers around him through the denim, squeezing tight enough to make him suck in a breath between his clenched teeth. My lips brush his as I whisper, “You’re talking like I’m not aching for you right now.”
His forehead drops to mine, and his eyes squeeze shut like he’s fighting a war with his self-control and losing spectacularly.
“Goddamnit,” he groans, pressing into my palm. “Outside. Now.”
He grabs my hand and practically drags me out the back door, not slowing down until we reach his truck. My back meets the cold metal, then his mouth is on mine, hands framing my face as he kisses me breathless.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he murmurs against my lips. “Watching you in there, knowing I couldn’t touch you...”
Those rough palms slide down my body, bunching up my dress with the kind of urgency that makes my thighs clench. He reaches behind me, yanking open the passenger door before lifting me onto the bench seat and climbing in after me, his big frame crowding me in the cab.
His mouth crashes into mine, and everything else—every sound, every thought—dissolves. My hands slip beneath his shirt, palms gliding over the hard planes of his chest, desperate to feel the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips.
“Sit that pretty ass down on me,” he murmurs, sinking into the seat and pulling me with him.
My legs settle on either side of his waist, and the hem of my dress rides up as his large hands find my thighs. I rock against him, feeling the heat of him beneath rough denim, and his belt buckle presses against my stomach. He draws in a shaky breath, eyes dark as he watches me move above him.
“Keep grinding on me like that, darlin’, and I’ll come before I even get inside you.”
The desperation in his voice matches the ache between my legs, and I know we’re about to steam up these windows like horny teenagers. Except there’s nothing teenage about the way this man handles me, nothing innocent about what he’s going to do to me in his truck.
I lower my mouth and trail slow, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, tasting salt and heat as my hands find their way under his shirt. My fingers trace the hard ridges of his stomach, feeling his muscles jump under my touch. I love how responsive he is to me, how even the lightest brush of my fingers makes him shudder.
He frees himself from the confines of his pants, and before he even thinks about sliding inside me, he hooks a finger in my thong and shoves it to the side.
He grips my jaw and forces my eyes to his. “Open.”
I part my lips and suck his finger deep before he pulls it free and slides that same finger inside me, followed quickly by another.He rubs against that spot, again and again. My hands fly back to clutch his knees for balance as I fuck down, chasing the kind of pleasure only he can give me.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls, his voice thick with pride. “Keep fucking those fingers. I want that wet cunt to make a mess all over my hand.”
He touches me so damn good, it’s like fire under my skin, heat sparking through every vein, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
When he suddenly pulls his fingers out of me, I cry out at the loss, sagging against him as he denies me my release. He brings his soaked fingers up between us, eyes burning into mine as he sucks them clean—tongue greedy, lips wrapped tight, and his eyes roll back in his head like a fucking savage.
“Christian…”
“Uh, uh… I need to feel your pussy squeeze me when you lose it.” He grips the base of his cock, dragging the thick, swollen head over my clit. He slaps it once, and I moan his name again, my body already trembling for him as he slowly pushes inside.
“Jesus, Piper…” He exhales, his head slamming back against the seat as I sink onto him.
“Fuck me like I’m yours, cowboy,” I beg, and Christian’s hips snap up hard enough to make me cry out as universe-exploding stars burst behind my eyes. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking deep.”
“This what you needed?” he grits out between thrusts. “A good, hard fuck right here in my front seat.”
The whole cab rocks, windows fogging up fast, but we’re too lost in each other to care. He twists my ponytail around his fist while his other arm clamps around my back, holding me close, needing me close.
“You love me?”
“Yes,” I gasp, hips grinding down against him. “God, yes. So much. Always.”
I hear the way I sound—like I’m some dick-drunk crazy person, but I don’t care because I do love him.
Seconds later, my climax crashes over me, and I fall apart in the arms of the only man who’s ever touched me like I’m his entire world.My screams get swallowed by his mouth as he swells inside me, and then he’s coming, too, his whole body coiling tight beneath me. We stay tangled together until I collapse against his chest, breathing in the heady scent of sex and sweat that fills the truck.
“You wreck me, Piper,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple that’s so soft it makes my heart hurt. “But I’d let you ruin me every damn day for the rest of my life if this is what it feels like.”
I go to move, but his hands tighten around my hips, holding me down with that look that saysDon’t you fucking dare,so I stay, knowing my guy loves to keep his cock warm inside me for as long as possible.And if he had it his way, we’d drive home just like this, my dress hiked up around my hips and him buried deep.
