“Oh!” she gasped. He took her completely. Stretching and filling her to the hilt.
“Stubborn woman.” He thrust again. “But damn, you feel so good.” He stirred his hips. “So tight and wet.” He pulled out, then returned with another punishing thrust. Her head lolled back and rested against his shoulder. “You don’t wanna beg? Fine. But you’ll talk.” He hammered in and out harder. “How long have you been wet for me?”
With one hand clamping her side, he pumped again and again. His hips slapped her ass, filling the quiet night with the sounds of their skin meeting and echoing out into the darkness. When she didn’t answer because she was too busy moaning and chanting his name, he snaked the other arm around, between her breasts, to cup her throat.
“How. Long. Laura?” he said with a sharp bite to his words. “How long have you been wet for me?”
“S-since I first saw you,” she admitted. She’d tell him anything if it meant he’d keep going. Take her over the edge and let her lose herself in the pleasure he was unleashing.
“Good,” he growled, fucking her slow and hard. Each thrust pressing her bare breasts farther into the cold tailgate while she was being burned up from the inside out. “Because I’ve been hard for you all damn day.”
He pumped again, but he held her tight. His arms like a vise around her, but his palm gentle on her neck. Like he was capable of being rough and soft all at the same time. She loved the feeling of being totally dominated by him. Wrapped up in his strength, taken like a wild animal, craving nothing beyond his touch.
She’d never felt more primal. Never been taken over by passion, by lust, like this before. She was getting closer. That fire he’d built up with his mouth on her sensitive flesh flooded.
“Yes . . . yes . . . Jake, yes!”
But he stilled. Buried deep inside her and not moving. Taking her to the edge only to keep her there. She groaned a frustrated breath, and his deep chuckle in her ear ignited her skin another degree.
“Still hate me?” he asked.
“Right now?” She wiggled her hips, attempting to get a little friction to finish the job, but he held her immobile. “Urg! Yes! I hate you so much right now!”
She felt his smile against her hair; then he shifted his hips, hitting even deeper than she thought possible, and sent her careening over the edge of bliss.
She screamed. His name? The Lord’s name? She didn’t know. All she knew was that her vision wavered from the intensity of the pleasure. Hot, pulsing lava replaced her blood, and her heart beat it out a mile a minute. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, his cock hardened further, and he hissed when she felt him twitch with his own release. It was so powerful, it made her come again before the first orgasm subsided.
They stayed like that for a long moment—her head against his chest, his arms wrapped around her. She gently kissed his neck as he stayed inside her, as if unwilling to leave her body. Before she realized what a sweet gesture it was, she looked up at him.
“This doesn’t change anything,” she said.
He met her stare. With her bare ass against him, one of her feet still on the bumper of his truck, he smiled down at her. “We’ll see about that.”
Chapter Four
Jake kicked his bedsheets off like a kid throwing a tantrum. He kind of was being a brat, though, because he hadn’t slept in twenty-four hours. Not since Laura had walked into his life and he’d gotten a firsthand taste of her last night.
He needed to stop making a habit of getting into close quarters with her. Though it was a delightful habit, it was also a bad idea. Very, very bad. Because she tasted better than he could have ever imagined.
He was still reeling from last night, and the sun had been up for a couple of hours now. He’d watched the dark night fade to grays, and finally blue skies peeked through. Yep, it was a new day, but he still felt like he was in the eye of a tornado named Laura.
Last night, she had attempted to put up a fight about him taking her home, but her legs were wobbly and he’d like to think it was from him kissing the hell out of her. Or maybe fucking her against his truck.
Either way, he had given her a ride and seen her to the doorstep of her camper. After she’d slammed said door in his face, he’d walked the few paces to his own house. Not the happy good night he’d hoped for.
That woman made his head, and other parts of his body, ache.
He ran a hand through his bed-rumpled hair, padded the long, quiet steps to his kitchen, and poured a cup of coffee. The walls were bare, but he had a lot of windows and a nice view. Standing in any main room in the house, you could pretty much look out and see the expanse of land that surrounded him. Land and a camper, that was.
He took a long swallow of coffee and thought about sitting on his couch. Then didn’t. Because the leather was cold this time of the morning. In fact, his house was cold all the time. Jeanine had left him before the house was fully built, so they never got to fight about the thermostat. They had also never fought about what to do with the spare room. Jake’s vote had been for a nursery; Jeanine’s vote had been to leave him for a better man in a better place. Big-city dreams with a big-city guy. That wasn’t Jake. Never had been and wouldn’t ever be.
Now he had a house for a life he didn’t have. One that included love, happiness, and family. What he did have, though, were pieces of a busted heart and experience with women who constantly had their eye on something better.
Speaking of women always looking for something better, he glanced outside for the hundredth time at the bright morning and the trailer in his driveway. Was she awake yet? Why should he care? She wasn’t dating him. Something she’d made very clear. And he wasn’t backing off what was right for the business. Which was steadiness and no risk.
But goddamn, she was passionate.
Strong.