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Still, the air was already getting a little bit thick inside the vehicle from our combined heavy breathing.
He lifted the steering column, giving his massive thighs more room. And the bulge between his legs.
Oh, shit. Was he hard or was the moonlight playing tricks on me?
“So,” he said thirty seconds later as he tapped his finger on the steering wheel, continuing without looking in my direction. “You never fully answered the question. Are you into taking a few risks? Not life threatening of course but something of the more sensual nature.”
Was he really asking me that? And that way?
“Whataya have in mind?” I might as well have added ‘big boy’ onto the end given the sultry tone of my voice.
My message was well received, which was easy to tell by the way he turned his head so slowly it felt as if we were in slow motion. While I did adore a take charge kind of man, when he snapped his hand around my wrist, somehow managing to drag me across his lap, I was stunned.
One reason was the tight confines. Another was that he’d lifted and maneuvered me easily, both my bent knees on either side of his huge girth.
“My God, you are a big man.” It was one of those slap-myself-in-the-forehead moments. Where had my master’s degree gone? Was my blurry fall into befuddlement because of the building heat inside the vehicle or the explosive nature of the way I felt about the man?
I figured out the answer a split second before he shifted from sophistication to a caveman-like attitude, fisting my hair and crushing my mouth with his.
Shock was something I avoided like the plague. I didn’t like surprises of any kind. To say I was blown away was an understatement. Within seconds, it felt as if the air had been sucked from my lungs, burning sensations prickling my skin. It didn’t take long to gather the wafting scent of our combined desire, the pheromones stronger than I’d ever experienced before.
I sensed I had my palms planted on his chest, able to try to push him away or curl my fingers around his garish but cute island shirt. Either way, I’d need to make a decision soon. It wasn’t just the sizzling heat that continued to build but also the pressure to decide if I was a risk-taking kind of girl.
The usual answer was hell, no. I’d seen far too many fake friends doing stupid things, risking both their futures and their lives.
Yet as much as I wanted to pull away from this man, perhaps slapping him across the face for his haughtiness, I couldn’t.
Maybe it was his aftershave already staining my skin.
Or the wetness pooling between my legs.
Likely it had more to do with his big, fat cock I could feel with both legs. That meant his shaft was long. Very long. And the bad girl inside of me wanted to find out how it felt.
In the next few seconds, it would seem the cowboy on steroids had made up both our minds, his sounds become more beast-like and possessive. The kiss was powerful enough but the way he was holding me made me want to cry out I was ‘daddy’s girl’ even if he couldn’t be more than ten, fifteen years older than me.
As the kiss became more of a feast of the souls, his tongue dominating mine, I was pulled into a black hole of longing and need. That wasn’t good for my image or perhaps my future. But what the heck? I didn’t mind throwing all caution to the wind for a wild and unexpected fling.
Every sound he made filled the space with primal noise, but I was keeping up with him, panting like a crazed woman the moment he broke the kiss. I couldn’t help myself, acting completely out of character when I ripped at the two sides of his shirt, buttons flying everywhere.
He laughed, the bright moon highlighting his own moment of shock. I was thrilled I could still do that to a man.
In turn, he wrangled my tee shirt, yanking it off with one hand, tossing it aside. I had a feeling the material had landed on the dashboard. It was a good use for it.
We both continued laughing like hysterical teenagers as I fumbled to find the button and zipper on his shorts while he deftly managed to unfasten my jeans.
“God, fucking beautiful,” he said in a low, dangerously husky voice before cupping both my breasts over the lacy bra. Yep. Thank God I’d put on a matching set of undies this morning.
Not that he could see anything other than shadows and flickers of light but that wasn’t the point.
Yet when he ripped at the thin lace with his teeth, I almost slapped him.
“Watch the lace. Expensive,” I murmured.
“I’ll buy you a dozen.” My request didn’t stop him for a split second. He ripped a hole in one then the other, spitting out the unwanted material before issuing another monstrosity of a growl, even throwing his head back. When he engulfed one nipple, I instantly became lightheaded.
Holy shit, even the sucking sounds he was making as he shifted his hot, wet mouth from one fully aroused bud to the other made me think of a porn movie.
But this one I was so glad to be in.
