The pieces fell to her sides, her full, damned perfect breasts spilling out.
He claimed one with his mouth, it’s sweet fullness plump against his lips. Her gasp echoed in the close confines of the vehicle, breathless and gruff. He suckled with raw thirst, her moans hardening him beyond pain, blinding him to anything but relief.
Rising up on one hand, he lowered his zipper with hurried movements. Helping him, she tugged down his shorts, his khaki briefs following. She stared at his jutted hardness, her eyes darkening to a swirling jade.
“Oh, Jaydan…”
Flipping up her skirt, he realized only a pair of tiny, green panties stood between him and release. Her blatant, wet kiss told him she wouldn’t stop him.
“Take them.”
Ripping away the flimsy material, he thrust into her. She cried out, her rough moan resonating with his in the steamy cab. Her warmth sheathed him in intense decadence, urging him on…
Humbling him.
Here, there were no disagreements between them but mutual hunger, no fight for dominance but shared pleasure. There was no need to prove – or protect himself.
Just a need to lose himself in her.
He moved with wild abandon, starved for her body, craving her response, demanding her release.
Bracing a foot on the shifter, she propped the other on the doorjamb and lifted her hips. He slid deeper, to the heart of her, the pain along his nerve-endings intensifying. Pumping into her, he claimed her, marked her as his own.
Her body climaxed around him, taking its own demands, exposing a weakness his strength couldn’t overcome. His release came in a rush, the energy bursting with blinding light, hardening his body.
And, softening his heart.
Jaydan had just dozed off when Hope shifted under him on the torn, leather seat. “Jaydan, I can’t breathe.”
Shooting up, he bumped his head on the roof, denting it. Looking around, he took in her torn clothes, the split leather beneath her, the empty space where the console used to be.
A sharp, succinct curse shattered the air. He’d completely lost it. He’d allowed the energy to take over, to control him.
“Did I hurt you?”
She gave him a soft, sated smile. “No – “
“Damn, I’m sorry, Les.” Opening the door, he climbed out of the vehicle and extended his hand to her. He’d just had boiling hot, mind-blowing sex with Hope Powers. Had he completely lost his mind?
“You’re apologizing for making love with me?” Her eyes swirled with hurt and anger as she climbed out to stand in front of him. Her top hung open, exposing her cleavage, her hair a white-gold mess. She moved to shove it out of her eyes, the diamond bracelets sparkling in the garage’s dim nightlight.
He’d told her cowboys knew how to treat a lady. She stood before him in threads.
He’d told her father he’d look out for her. Yeah, he’d seen just about every square inch.
He’d let down everyone. Again. And all at Hope’s expense.
“My acceleration was running high after you came onto me and…” Glancing down at her exposed cleavage, he cursed again.
Damn, did he really just say that?
“Came onto you?” She clutched her top in a tight fist to cover herself. “At the bar, you kissed me first .”
God, she was right. “To keep you focused.”
“Keep me focused?” She pointed at herself. “I was focused. On Keegan. You were the one pulling macho bullshit with the red-headed hottie.”
Did she really call another man a hottie after they’d just had sex?
Anger rushed through him like a tidal wave. “Maybe you should’ve had sex with the redheaded hottie then.”
The color drained from her face before she swallowed hard.
Damn, he was a major asshole.
“Look, I was out of line,” he said. “Out of control with this system. I’m sorry.”
Hurt clouded her eyes like a whirling thunderstorm, making him wince. The last thing he’d wanted to do was hurt her. No matter how much they fought, Hope didn’t deserve to be hurt.
With a hand
He claimed one with his mouth, it’s sweet fullness plump against his lips. Her gasp echoed in the close confines of the vehicle, breathless and gruff. He suckled with raw thirst, her moans hardening him beyond pain, blinding him to anything but relief.
Rising up on one hand, he lowered his zipper with hurried movements. Helping him, she tugged down his shorts, his khaki briefs following. She stared at his jutted hardness, her eyes darkening to a swirling jade.
“Oh, Jaydan…”
Flipping up her skirt, he realized only a pair of tiny, green panties stood between him and release. Her blatant, wet kiss told him she wouldn’t stop him.
“Take them.”
Ripping away the flimsy material, he thrust into her. She cried out, her rough moan resonating with his in the steamy cab. Her warmth sheathed him in intense decadence, urging him on…
Humbling him.
Here, there were no disagreements between them but mutual hunger, no fight for dominance but shared pleasure. There was no need to prove – or protect himself.
Just a need to lose himself in her.
He moved with wild abandon, starved for her body, craving her response, demanding her release.
Bracing a foot on the shifter, she propped the other on the doorjamb and lifted her hips. He slid deeper, to the heart of her, the pain along his nerve-endings intensifying. Pumping into her, he claimed her, marked her as his own.
Her body climaxed around him, taking its own demands, exposing a weakness his strength couldn’t overcome. His release came in a rush, the energy bursting with blinding light, hardening his body.
And, softening his heart.
Jaydan had just dozed off when Hope shifted under him on the torn, leather seat. “Jaydan, I can’t breathe.”
Shooting up, he bumped his head on the roof, denting it. Looking around, he took in her torn clothes, the split leather beneath her, the empty space where the console used to be.
A sharp, succinct curse shattered the air. He’d completely lost it. He’d allowed the energy to take over, to control him.
“Did I hurt you?”
She gave him a soft, sated smile. “No – “
“Damn, I’m sorry, Les.” Opening the door, he climbed out of the vehicle and extended his hand to her. He’d just had boiling hot, mind-blowing sex with Hope Powers. Had he completely lost his mind?
“You’re apologizing for making love with me?” Her eyes swirled with hurt and anger as she climbed out to stand in front of him. Her top hung open, exposing her cleavage, her hair a white-gold mess. She moved to shove it out of her eyes, the diamond bracelets sparkling in the garage’s dim nightlight.
He’d told her cowboys knew how to treat a lady. She stood before him in threads.
He’d told her father he’d look out for her. Yeah, he’d seen just about every square inch.
He’d let down everyone. Again. And all at Hope’s expense.
“My acceleration was running high after you came onto me and…” Glancing down at her exposed cleavage, he cursed again.
Damn, did he really just say that?
“Came onto you?” She clutched her top in a tight fist to cover herself. “At the bar, you kissed me first .”
God, she was right. “To keep you focused.”
“Keep me focused?” She pointed at herself. “I was focused. On Keegan. You were the one pulling macho bullshit with the red-headed hottie.”
Did she really call another man a hottie after they’d just had sex?
Anger rushed through him like a tidal wave. “Maybe you should’ve had sex with the redheaded hottie then.”
The color drained from her face before she swallowed hard.
Damn, he was a major asshole.
“Look, I was out of line,” he said. “Out of control with this system. I’m sorry.”
Hurt clouded her eyes like a whirling thunderstorm, making him wince. The last thing he’d wanted to do was hurt her. No matter how much they fought, Hope didn’t deserve to be hurt.
With a hand
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