“Again, in.”
We inhaled. Leather and wet man filled my nose, which probably didn’t sound very intoxicating, but the buzz I caught wasn’t imaginary.
“And out.”
After a few minutes, I quit talking altogether, my mouth having dried from the exercise and the attraction that was building inside me. Soon, we fell into perfect sync.
Our shoulders rose and fell in time. Like two ships swaying on a gentle tide, peace began to wash over the man in my arms. I could feel it. Sense it. The energy in the cab of his truck had changed from palpable, crippling tension to one of calmness and unity.
When his hands finally tangled with the hair at my nape, I praised, “There you are.” With my chin perched on his shoulder, it was easy for him to steer my face to his. “Did my someone come back to me?”
I thought I’d lost him again when he briefly startled at my words.
“What? Didn’t think I could find you?” I asked, trying to make light of the milk cartons he surely would have had my face on by morning. It wasn’t the time for jokes though.
“I didn’t know you were looking,” he rasped.
“Always.” As I adjusted myself to get a better glimpse of his face in the almost pitch-black, I felt something very serious between us.
“You are mine, Remi,” he stated as if the whole damn world were listening. “I need you right the fuck now.”
Like a period to the intense and heavy moment we’d just shared, the mood shifted. I was all too ready. Too eager to give him whatever he wanted. Whenever he wanted it. Even if that meant drenched in the front seat of his truck when there was a perfectly good king-sized bed only a few dozen feet away.
Turned on by his declaration and hunger for me, I rolled my hips.
Sucking air through his teeth, he palmed my ass and pulled me so close I couldn’t tell who the throbbing at our centers was coming from, but it was most likely a combination of both of us.
“Now’s good,” I agreed, breathless.
In a swift move, he leaned me back as far as I could go against the steering wheel, but when it wasn’t far enough for him, his hand left my breast and adjusted the power seat, giving us all the room we’d need.
“Front or back, Remi?” he asked.
Confused, I answered, “I-I’ve never done that, but if you’re—”
A wicked chuckle rumbled through the cab. “I mean, how does your dress open? Buttons in the front or zipper in the back?”
“Oh. The zipper.”
“Okay. But I like where your head is at, Ms. Grey. Not tonight though. I need something more rough right now, and I’ll want to take my time with that.”
I swallowed. It was a lot of sexual information all at once, and considering how my mind was already in a torrent of wanton desire, I was going to let that one go and think about it later.
I didn’t want to miss a thing.
Because at that point, he’d already spun me around on his lap, unzipped my dress, pulled it over my head, and tossed it to the passenger seat.
I wasn’t sure how he’d managed, but when he leaned forward to press kisses across my shoulder blades, he was shirtless too—and making short work of ditching his pants underneath me.
“I’ll buy you new panties. Now, hold on to the wheel for me.”
Trying to remember how, just minutes ago, I knew how to breathe well enough to instruct it, I recalled the process, but it was much more like panting than I’d care to admit.
I gripped the wheel as he’d told me while he ripped first the right, then the left side of my thong. Wasting no time, two long fingers raced over my crack and headed straight to my wet center.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Already so wet.”
I wasn’t sure if he would see my face, but I looked over my shoulder and said, “Don’t you know by now that I want you just as bad as you want me, Bowen? Maybe more.”
“Goddammit,” he swore. “Fucking hold on.”
He entered me with such force that I cried out, half pain, all pleasure. He held himself deep inside me and pulled me even closer by the hips, thrusting as if there were any more ground to gain.
“Are you ready?” he asked. If I hadn’t known in my heart that he’d never hurt me, he would have sounded ominous and almost frightening. But I’d never been turned on as much as I was in that moment.
“All of it,” I answered.
Unmerciful.
Unrelenting.
Unencumbered.
Unyielding.
Every strike found my core. Every thrust, I met him for another.
After he masterfully found my clit, lit a fuse, and waited for me to go off on his cock and his hand, he growled, “All fucking mine,” through what sounded like clenched teeth as he came.
