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She made a desperate sound in the back of her throat, half-lidded eyes watching me while I made my dirty confession.
“I want you to crave me pounding you deep, knowing it’s the only one you’ll ever feel again.” I licked her bottom lip, which was trembling with heady emotion. “Need you to know that this sweet, sweet pussy”—I lifted my hand and sucked her juice from my thumb then pressed my thumb between her open lips—“this pussy is mine now, baby. Only mine.”
Whatever she saw in my eyes or heard in my words sent her over the edge. Her neck snapped back and she let out a growling scream, filling up my cab as she pulsed around my cock.
“Yes, just like that,” I murmured, planting my feet hard and lifting my hips off the seat.
Holding her by the waist, I pistoned inside her through her orgasm, groaning at the fluttering sensations, pulling me toward my own climax.
“That’s it. Squeeze me tight. I’m all yours.”
“Oh, fuck, Bennett.” Her head fell to my shoulder as she came again, a pulse of ripples squeezing me.
“Mmmm,” I moaned then buried my face into her neck.
Thrusting twice more before embedding myself deep and holding hard, I came inside her with a shivering orgasm that barreled down my spine, tightening every muscle in my body.
When the rolling waves subsided, I eased my hips back to the seat, wrapping my arms tight and holding her torso to mine, loving her small, bare breasts against my chest.
She breathed heavily, brushing a hand through my hair. Finally able to see straight, I kissed a line up her throat and along her jaw till I found her mouth. After a long, languorous kiss with more lips than tongue, I pulled back to see if I saw fear or hesitation in her gaze.
There was none. If anything, she looked at me with the deep emotion I craved. Longed for.
Still, I didn’t think Betty wanted to talk about this new emotion floating between us. It was still too new and raw, untried.
The rain had started to lessen, still sprinkling steadily but not the same downpour. The thunder rolled farther away. The windows were steamed up, so if anyone strolling by had tried to get a peek, they certainly wouldn’t have seen anything.
Not that it would’ve stopped me from fucking her in my truck anyway. When I’d gotten my hands on her, I couldn’t stop. This feverish need barreling through my blood with blinding speed and alarming determination was almost terrifying.
“Did I scare you?” I finally asked, wanting to know for sure if I’d frightened her away with my declaration. Maybe she hadn’t understood it. Maybe she didn’t think I was serious. Just my filthy mouth saying meaningless words to get her to come.
Not one word I’d said was meaningless. I meant every single one.
“What?” she asked softly. “That you kind of just told me you wanted me and only me. Forever?”
Softening my hold but not letting her go, I said without a hint of hesitation. “No ‘kind of’ about it, Betty.” I eased my head back so she could see my expression and know I was serious. “I’ve been around long enough to know what I want. To know what I need whenever I see it. Whenever I hold her.” I squeezed. “You’re it for me.”
The thought that I could possibly have a woman like her. That she might be able to overlook all of my faults and work-a-holic tendencies. I held my breath, waiting for her reply, a shock of fear blanketing me at the thought she might say no.
It was too soon to tell her things like that. I should’ve waited, kept my feelings to myself. Even though I knew, without a doubt, that my feelings were real. That this didn’t come along often. For some people, it never did.
She coasted her fingers through the wet bangs falling across my forehead, keeping me in agony for at least thirty seconds before returning to my gaze.
“Okay,” she finally said, seeming nervous, her eyes wide.
“Okay?” It wasn’t a declaration of love. Of course, I hadn’t said the words either, though I felt it growing between us.
“I’ll be your girlfriend, Bennett Broussard,” she said cheekily with a big smile.
My heart clenched; my pulse pounded. Then I smiled and kissed her again.
Girlfriend seemed a paltry label for what I wanted, for what I felt, but I was happy with this exclusive label.
For now.
Chapter Twenty-Two
~BETTY~
