“Yes, ma’am,” he said, tugging the front of her shirt down until she heard a rip and the cool night air skated across her bare breasts. “You want rough and dirty?” He lifted her up just a little higher so his mouth was in line with her breasts. “I can do that.”
And he did.
He latched on to one nipple, and Laura threw her head back and gasped to the sky. Stretching her arms across the edge of the tailgate, she opened herself up for more of his attention. Arching into his mouth as he laved at her, sucking hard, licking and biting. He devoured her breasts like they were covered in candy. The raw ferociousness of his mouth was nothing she’d ever felt. Like he had to taste more of her. Pull more into his mouth. Her entire core ached with emptiness. She was tired of that ache. Tired of being alone.
Not tonight.
Tonight she’d take her fill, because everything would be different tomorrow. Everything would be back to the competition and the business. But tonight? She pulled him closer. She wasn’t giving him up. She would take full advantage and deal with the fallout later.
Right now, she was busy showing how much she didn’t need him.
She lifted his shirt up over his head and he raised his arms, gladly letting her.
“Good Lord,” she gasped when she saw his rock-hard chest and abs. Muscles like those didn’t come from a gym—they came from day after day of manual labor.
“Impressed?” he asked with all the confidence in the world. She didn’t need to answer; they both knew she was drooling.
“Muscles or not, you have yet to make me moan. I thought you were a man of your word and always delivered, Lock.”
That made his blue eyes icy with intent, and a wicked grin split his face. Without warning, he spun her around. Her bare breasts pressed into the cold metal of his truck, the shock making her skin buzz and light up in the most delicious way. She may have cold metal against her front, but she had solid man, radiating heat, flush against her back.
“That mouth of yours is going to be begging here in a minute,” he rasped in her ear, then bit down hard on the lobe. He unbuttoned her pants and removed them.
Gripping the back of her thigh, he dragged her foot to rest on the bumper of his truck.
“Almighty,” he said. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him staring between her legs. She waxed regularly, and apparently Jake liked that.
“Are you impressed?” she asked with the same confidence he’d dished out only a moment ago.
He met her stare and there was a predatory gleam in his eyes that made her shiver.
“No . . . I’m starving.”
He bent and in one fast swoop fastened his mouth against her core.
“Oh yes!” She gripped the truck and held on as Jake drove his tongue into her hot depths over and over, only to come up to suck on her clit, sparking fire beneath every square inch of skin. “Yes, oh, Jake, right there.” She tried to move, to meet his seeking mouth, but he set the pace and ate at her with a wild passion, exactly how he wanted. She was on the brink, stars twinkling behind her eyes . . . so close . . .
He stopped and rose.
She slammed her hand against the truck. “No! I was—”
“You ready to beg for it?” he asked and slapped her ass. To her surprise, she moaned. “Ah, there’s that moan. Granted, hearing you scream to the sky was also nice.”
“Not nice,” she shot out. Her chest was heaving, trying to catch up to her lungs, which were working overtime. The thwarted orgasm she’d been on the brink of only fueled the anger and need she felt toward him.
She heard his zipper
come down, then a rip of cellophane.
“I’m still waiting for that pretty mouth of yours to beg . . .” His big, callused hand squeezed her ass as he came right behind her and positioned himself at her entrance. The crown nudged her core but he held, not breaching her until he got what he wanted.
But she wouldn’t. She was still not needing him.
Proving strength. Faking it. Whatever she was doing, she was dying. She just needed to feel him. But she wouldn’t give in. She’d win. All of this. She’d win. Because if she didn’t, she just might have to start wondering how little there was left of her heart.
“Either get on with it or don’t, Jake. I won’t beg.”
With a satisfied groan, he thrust deep.