“You need to rest,” I say desperately. I need space. I need him. I need his touch. But I need to think.
I don’t know what the hell I need anymore.
His hand glides down my belly, sliding inside my pants, pushing them down. I hiss out a shocked breath when he touches me lightly. “Tell me you want me, Poppy. Tell me that or tell me to stop because I’m about to lose my damn mind.”
Like I’m possessed, I whimper, “I need you.”
“That’s all I need,” he growls. His hand slides further down, his fingers dancing lightly along my slit until he finds my clit. I moan and my hips jerk when he starts circling it hard. There’s no warm-up, just this burning fury building up between us until it feels like the cab of the truck is on fire.
My hips bump down into his and I feel the hard bar in his pants. He wants me. What the hell kind of alternate universe is this?
But that’s my last conscious thought. His hands glide all over my bare belly and chest and his lips wrap around my nipple in my silk bra, tugging and pulling, wetting the silk until he rips it off, his hand almost shredding the damn thing.
“I need you,” I pant desperately, incoherent in my own lust.
“Damn, Poppy, you’re so fucking wet. Why are you so fucking wet? What’s got you so wound up, baby?”
“You,” I whimper, tugging hard at his belt buckle, needing to feel him in my hand, inside me. Just needing him so much that I’m choking on the hunger.
“That’s right, baby. You want me. And fuck do I want you,” he growls and his finger dips inside my wet slit while the heel of his hand grinds into my clit, driving me absolutely insane.
“Now. I need you now,” I hiss.
“Slow down, Poppy. Let me get you ready.” His dark voice catches when I feel my pussy contract around his finger. “Oh shit. Yeah. Just like that.”
But I don’t slow down. I rip the belt buckle open and rip it off, pulling his zipper down, my hand diving inside to pull him out. My mouth waters. The dim light from the overhead light that he turned on catches on his perfect cock and I rub my hand lightly over the tip, slicking the moisture on his tip around and making him groan. His hips lift and follow my hand when I work him lightly, tugging, pulling. His flat belly pulls in when he gasps loudly.
He hisses and I feel his dick jerk in my hand. “That’s enough of that,” he growls. He yanks my pants down the rest of the way and pitches them carelessly to the side.
He pulls my body over top of him and I line up my slit with the head of his shaft, sinking down to feel the tip breech my lower lips.
“Oh my god,” I hiss, sliding down slowly. “You’re so big.”
His cocky smirk dances on the edge of his lips. “Thank you. That’s good to know!”
His hips drive up into me at the same time as I slide down the last little bit. My head reels. It feels so damn good. Nothing like I’ve ever felt before. My head falls back and his hand catches my red curls, lifting them to his nose.
“God, I’ve been dreaming about the smell of you since I met you.”
I choke back a laugh. “That’s weird.”
He drives hard into me and my breath catches on a long, low moan. His lips find mine and he whispers into my parted lips. “Not that weird. I knew as soon as I met you I was in deep trouble. Everything about you turned me on.” My hands rest on his chest and I can feel his heart rushing under my fingers. They curl into his pecs, loving the feel of him flexing under me.
He pushes in harder and faster and my breath rasps out. “Is that wh-why you were so nasty?”
Harder and faster, we collide, grinding into each other so deep that it feels like he’s part of me and I’ll never get away from how he feels. How much I need him.
A twinge of uncertainty touches me but I push it back, riding him. lost in how he feels inside me.
“So damn good,” I groan.
CHAPTER4
Frederick
Icurse, the throbbing in my head just a distant memory. Her wet heat wrapped around me feels like heaven. Better than I’ve ever felt.
“Fuck, you’re so wet and hot. I can’t believe how good you feel, Poppy. Don’t stop moving. Keep riding my dick, baby!”