Page 86 of Untamed Sinner

He shakes his head. “We’re fifteen minutes from the house.”

“That’s fourteen minutes too long.” I lean in, my mouth near his ear. “Pull. Over.”

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HENDRICKS

Fuck.

I’m pulling the truck over.

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He takes the first dirt road he finds.

Or knowing Hendricks, the first dirt road he’s already vetted for visibility, traffic patterns, and potential sniper positions.

Whatever. I’m too turned on to care.

The truck disappears between the pines, and every second he keeps driving makes it worse. My pulse is racing. My skin feels too tight. I can’t stop looking at his hands on the wheel.

Those fucking hands—steady, controlled, and completely at odds with the muscle ticking in his jaw.

There’s only one place I want those hands right now—between my legs. I press my thighs together.

Doesn’t help.

I clear my throat. “How far are we going?”

“Far enough.”

His voice is gravelly, the way it gets when he’s in me.

Jesus. That doesn’t help either.

He drives another minute before pulling into a small clearing screened by trees.

The truck stops.

The engine dies.

Hendricks doesn’t move.

Neither do I.

Suddenly the cab feels very small.

He turns his head. One look at his face and every smart-ass thing I planned to say evaporates. That control I’ve been poking at for the last twenty minutes? Gone.

His gaze drops to my mouth, then comes back to my eyes. “You wanted me to pull over.”

I nod. “Yes.”

His gaze holds mine. “Why?”

There are any number of answers I could give him.