She caught his bottom lip between her teeth when he pulled away. Pressing against him, she rubbed her hip against his hard arousal. Going down on him the other night had been fun, but she wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside her.
He dropped his hands to her hips, guided her to the back of the truck, and lifted her up to sit on the tailgate.
“My price is steep.” He sucked and bit hard along the soft flesh of her neck. He pushed a knee between hers, forcing her legs apart and her skirt higher up her thighs.
“It’s worth it.” Her response was breathy.
He slid his fingers down the front of her shirt, undoing buttons as he went, and drew a wet trail with his mouth on the now exposed skin. She reached for the waistband of his jeans, and he grabbed her wrists again and pinned her hands to the bed of the truck.
His growl echoed in her head, and his mouth grazed her ear. “Not yet.”
“Yes, sir.” Her pulse raced in response. Her sex grew slick.
He pressed his lips against her chest, his chuckle rumbling through her skin. “I like the way that sounds.”
So did she.
He let go of one wrist to glide his rough palm up her stomach until his thumb brushed the bottom edge of her bra. She whimpered and arched her back to get closer. They might be out of the main flow of traffic, but they were still in public. The realization notched her heartrate higher.
He pushed up her bra, elastic scraping her skin. Cold air rushed in around the exposed region. Her whimpers blended into a gasp when he wrapped his lips around her hard nipple. Desire thrummed through her at the hunger in his movements. Each new suck, nibble, and flick of his tongue drove her senses wild.
He moved his mouth to her other breast, licking and biting the tender flesh. She scooted her butt forward on the tailgate, her skirt sliding up to her hips when she wrapped her legs around the back of his knees and drew him closer.
His laugh vanished into a groan when she pressed against him through his jeans. He kissed her hard, crushing his mouth against hers.
Lost in the onslaught of sensations, she was only vaguely aware of him pulling a condom from his wallet, his mouth never leaving hers. Part of her wondered why he’d been prepared with protection, the rest of her didn’t care.
His hand brushed her mound through her panties when he reached between them to undo his jeans. He held her in place while he rolled on the rubber, and swallowed her moans when he pushed her underwear out of the way with the head of his cock and nudged her slick opening.
“I love how wet you get.” He bit into her shoulder, drawing another gasp, and then plunged inside her.
She tightened her legs around him at the sudden penetration, and ran her nails sharply up his back. He dropped his hands to her waist and held her as he rocked against, her slowly at first, but steadily increasing his pace.
Each time he moved inside her, he hit her G-spot. As the rhythm increased, her climax built. Her breath came out in short gasps as she drew closer. He pumped harder against her, pushing her over the edge. Her orgasm washed over her, and she tightened her grip, milking his cock.
His breaths became grunts, and she recognized the sound of him getting close. She kept pace with his thrusts as he peaked and then slowed.
He buried his forehead against the still-tender skin on her neck, and she gasped at the whisper of pleasure and pain.
“I think I left a mark.” His chuckle was tired, his voice muffled.
She leaned more of her weight on her hands, slowly unwinding from him. “I hope so.”
He tangled his fingers in her hair again and pulled hard to press his lips to hers. When he let go, he didn’t move away. “Feel free to use me any time.”
“For modeling,” she said.
A heavy flush tinged his tanned cheeks from exertion and the chill of the creeping night. “Sure. Whatever you want to call it.”
She wanted to stay wrapped up in him forever. The moment the thought passed through her mind, she regretted it. That wasn’t what this was about. There was no way she was falling for Zane. She’d promised herself. She’d promised him. This feeling was misplaced. She wasn’t making that mistake again, especially since another good friendship was at stake. It wasn’t love; it was incredible sex with a guy who understood what she wanted.
Her phone buzzed, the vibration rolling through the truck bed and startling them both. She laughed, as much at her own response as to push away the downward spiral of her thoughts. “Completely forgot about the real world for a minute.”
He tugged her skirt down. “Do you think it’s important?”
She grabbed her phone from her purse. A hint of her euphoria evaporated when she read the text. “Archer.”
Zane sighed and turned away, to strip off his protection and make himself decent. “And?”