He moved his hands to her buttons and started unfastening them as he put his mouth on her neck, kissing a line along her throat. His hand slid into her open blouse and cupped her breast. “Good idea. You don’t want to make a hasty judgment. You need to fully explore this new theory.” He pushed her bra strap off and lifted the full weight of her breast in his palm, sending need sizzling down her nerve endings. “I’m not sure about my stance on pretty pink nipples.”
Hot goose bumps chased over her skin. “By all means, do what you need to do to form an opinion.”
He lowered his head and took her into his mouth. He sucked with surprising pressure, and it was as if a direct line connected that spot to her pussy. Her clit jumped to attention and Oakley moaned. Pike pressed his teeth into her sensitive flesh, and she gripped his head, her noises getting louder. Fuck, how could that feel so good?
“Mmm,” Pike said against her skin. “Sounds like you like a little roughness, Ms. Easton.”
She let her head rest against the truck’s back window, lost in the laving of his tongue along her stinging nipple. “Or maybe I just like you.”
The words slipped out, but she realized they had been the wrong thing to say almost immediately. Had revealed too much.
Pike lifted his head to meet her gaze, something intense burning there. Something tender. “I like you, too, Oakley. More than you want me to.”
She closed her eyes and turned her head away. “Don’t. Please. I’m not one of those girls who needs you to tell her what you think she wants to hear.”
His grip on her tightened. “I know. That’s why I told you what you needed to hear, not what you wanted to.”
“Pike—”
“Take everything off. I need to see all of you when I fuck you.”
The words were coarse, as was his tone, but it was exactly what she needed in that moment. Something to bring this back to what it was supposed to be. Physical release. Adventure. Nothing more, nothing less.
He backed away and she tugged off her top and bra. The night air licked at her skin, but she was beyond worrying about their exposed status at this point. She needed that edge. If she could focus on the thrill of it, the daring act, she wouldn’t have to worry about the other stuff creeping in—her stupid instincts trying to attach some sort of significant feelings to someone she was sleeping with. It was just remnants of an upbringing that tied sex exclusively to lifelong love. This wasn’t about Pike.
She kneeled up and tugged off her skirt, baring herself in full to him. He’d watched her every move like a jungle cat waiting to pounce and now he let his gaze travel over her with hungry interest. “You look good on your knees, mama.”
“We could get arrested if someone catches us.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He stood, his heavy black boots clomping on the bed of the truck, and shoved his pants to his thighs, revealing that impressively hard cock. “Better try to be quiet then.”
Good God. She licked her lips. What a view. Pike looming over her, cock in hand, tree branches swaying above him, moonlight gilding his cut shoulders—it was enough to send another rush of needy arousal flooding through her. Any errant thought or worries were forgotten. Never before had she seen the appeal in submitting to some guy, but right now, she wanted to worship.
His lips curled into a wry smile, mischief lighting his eyes, and he pointed to his dick with both hands.
She smiled back at him and rose fully on her knees. “Look at that. Guess it can be effective.”
He slid his fingers into her hair and gripped. “Going to kick me, beautiful?”
The harshness of his grip made her nipples tighten, her body rev. Maybe he was right. The rougher he was, the more she liked it. It was so opposite from every other sexual experience she’d ever had. Liam had shown his ugly side after she’d gotten pregnant, but he’d always been gentle with her in bed, like she would break. Her youth and innocence his kink. Sick fucker. She licked her lips again. “No.”
“What do you want then?”
The answer jumped into her head unbidden. She barely swallowed it back before she could say it. Where the hell had that urge come from?
Pike tilted his head, his eyes shrewd, evaluating. “What were you going to say?”
“Nothing.”
“Oakley,” he warned. “Tell me. No filters tonight. No judgment.”
She couldn’t break the eye contact. Her heart hammered, her palms went sweaty. But Pike’s steady gaze and command had her good sense falling into the fog somewhere. “I was going to say maybe you should make me.”
Desire flashed over his features like a starving man who’d had a steak waved in front of him, but his expression went instantly wary. “That’s an intense game, baby. Be careful. Might not want to jump into the deep end right away.”
“Have you played it before?” she asked, honestly curious.
He considered her carefully. “I’ve watched other people play it. Haven’t done it myself.”