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He’s the hottest contradiction that I’ve ever seen. Protective yet threatening. Light yet dark.
He ducks back into the driver’s seat, quickly shutting the door, and then he puts his foot down hard on the pedal so that we can get out of the truck as soon as possible.
Once he parks up beside the bungalows he unfastens my seatbelt and gives me a heated look as he says, “Stay here.”
I watch him as he leaves the car, shutting his door after himself and jogging back towards the gate so that he can lock it up again. He picks up the chain and it clanks in loud repetitive twangs as it hits off the metal and thumps against the wood, only dropping into silence once he’s got the lock in place and he’s retracing his steps towards the truck.
A few moments later he’s pulling my door open and holding out his hand so that I can take it as I dismount the step. Once I’m on the ground he shuts up the vehicle behind me and suddenly we’re back to that moment in the bar. That suspended second of stillness. Our hands are hesitantly hovering beside our bodies as we gauge what we can and can’t do.
The car lights are off, the bungalows are in total darkness, and the only source of light is the soft beam of the moon. I look up at Mitch, feeling a combination of sexually desperate and nervously unsure, and he looks back down at me, his eyes half-mast.
Quietly he says to me, “I owe you a dance.”
We stay totally still for a few long moments and then suddenly I’m being warmed, his hands pressing firmly into the arch of my lower back. I tuck my fingers into the front belt-loops of his jeans and his mouth curls slightly into a grimace, like he’s losing his gentlemanly control.
“Couldn’t do it in that room,” he admits gruffly as he closes the gap between us, pressing his hard abs up against my breasts. “But we can do it here, so no-one else gets to see when you…” His hands slide to the sides of my hips and he grips into them hard, making them move in a provocative sway. “When you do that,” he finishes, his face set hard like he’s ready to snap.
My lashes flutter as I look up at him, my body turning weak and lightheaded. I lift one arm so that I can encircle his neck and it enables me to press my chest against his body harder.
“Christ,” he grunts, and suddenly my back is against the side of his truck, his hard thighs are knocking my knees apart, and he’s settling himself right against my heat, hands tight on my ass as he starts to grind me.
I gasp quietly but it only encourages him to move a little faster, a little deeper, his fingers impatient as they knead and grope.
“This is how you dance?” I ask breathlessly, tilting my head back as he dips his face into the warm curve of my neck. “Good job we didn’t do this in the bar. We would’ve been banned for life.”
A huff of laughter hits my cheek and then he’s looking down at me as he rolls his body firmly against mine. “Gonna let me kiss you?” he asks, his eyes on my lips, then my throat, then my slightly bouncing chest.
I can’t help but smile as I watch him become hypnotised.
“Where do you want to kiss me?” I whisper back at him.
Something like a snarl leaves his chest and he presses his forehead fervently against mine. “Harper, for Christ’s sake, I’m trying to not get too carried away. Please don’t give me any more reasons to let myself get carried away.”
I arch slightly backwards and let him rub my nose with his. Then I subtly nod my head and he makes a low groan of relief.
“Thank you, baby,” he murmurs quietly, and then he ducks down to press his mouth against mine.
At first it’s soft and gentle, the light press of something respectful, him wanting to make sure that I’m as okay with this as he is. I move my hand from the back of his neck to grip at the firm line of his jaw, and he breaks the kiss for a second so that he can look into my eyes. Then he dips straight back down, taking my lips again.
The second time it’s harder. The immediate pressure of his mouth on mine has me moaning into him, incentivising his hands to grip and squeeze more roughly at the soft curves of my behind. When I pull his belt-loop as close to my body as it’ll go he slides one hand down my thigh and suddenly hitches my leg up around his hip, pinning me to the truck with the pressure of his hardened groin. He turns his head to the side and the movement makes me gasp, giving him the opening to slip his tongue inside. It’s soft and warm as he laps gently around mine, but the anguished moan that leaves my throat makes him growl and rub our tongues together harder. Faster. Soon we’re nothing but a frenzy of him pounding my crotch against the side of his truck and his tongue stroking wet and relentless, deep into my mouth.
My mind goes blank, sputtering and fizzling until I’m nothing but physical sensation. I slide my hand from his jaw so that I can pull hard at his hair and he makes a gruff noise in response, his hand landing a quick spank against my ass.
My body jolts right into him, my breasts jumping up to meet his pecs, and he tears his mouth away from mine, breathing heavy as he stares down at me.
“We have to stop now,” he says, his voice a thigh-clenching command.
I shake my head.
“Yes,” he orders. “Otherwise we’re going to end up screwing over the hood of my truck.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad to me,” I reply, my voice a quiet vixen rasp. I watch heat stain his cheekbones and decide to taunt him further. “Don’t you remember what I asked for in the bar? The Doggie–”
He presses his palm over my lips and I lick a tiny stripe up his hand.
“Stop it,” he says firmly. “You only just learned about my past. In the morning you might decide that a guy with a kid doesn’t hit the spot for you.”
When he removes his hand I murmur, “I bet you could hit my spot all night long.”
