“I want you, too, Jake. So much.”
She hugged him close, and he picked her up. She instantly wrapped her legs around him. Her dress was rucked up around her waist, and she felt his jeans-clad cock press against her core. She really did need him. Now.
“I won’t be second to Vicky McPhee,” she said and kissed him hard.
“I dropped her off and said good night. I was anxious to get back to you,” Jake admitted.
And Laura had been anxious for him to get back.
“Then prove it,” she said with a smile. With one hand reaching between their bodies, she unfastened his belt. “Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
She had no idea how Jake did it. He was either part magician or incredibly strong, because he balanced Laura in one arm while he managed to get his jeans down far enough for his cock to spring free, and covered himself in a condom.
He turned and put her back against the truck.
“Now?” he asked.
“Yes,” she begged, clawing at his back and shifting her hips, trying to take his length inside her, but he just continued to slide along her wet folds, which only drove the heat—the need—higher.
Using his cock, he moved her panties aside and surged deep.
“Oh God! Jake!” she cried out as he withdrew and pounded back inside.
“All night, you in this dress . . . ,” he said between breaths and thrusts. “This is what I was imagining.” He fucked her hard, her ass banging against his truck, and Laura’s grip tightened as her whole body tensed with the need for the release she’d been dying for all night. Because like Jake, she’d thought about it, too. A lot.
“Tell me,” Jake said. “Tell me I’m the only one that gets to see you like this.”
Laura barely registered that Jake needed his own confirmation that she’d sent Gabe packing tonight. If only he knew how uninterested she was in the deputy.
“You’re the only one, Jake.”
She felt his smile on his lips. With a quick swipe of his hand, he tugged down the front of her dress, exposing her breasts. Her nipples beaded hard with the cool summer air, but Jake’s mouth was right there to suck her.
She whispered his name again as he pumped in and out of her body while sucking her breast. The pleasure was too much, and Laura had no choice but to thread her fingers in his hair and let the tingles of her orgasm climb up her spine.
“You like this, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she said. “So much.”
“Then prove it,” he said, using her words from earlier on her. “Come for me.”
With her nails digging into his scalp and her teeth clamping down on his neck, she did.
White-hot lights flickered along her skin and melted every ounce of blood surging through her veins. She shook and trembled and begged for more. For Jake.
“I love my name in your mouth,” he said.
And she believed him, because she felt him swell even harder inside her. His big muscles tensed. With a heavy groan that sounded like her name, he exploded.
Even with the condom, she felt him come hard and deep, and the movement of his impressive cock just spurred her own release to continue.
She’d never been so crazy, so needed before.
There, again, against his truck with her clothes in disarray, she clung to Jake, trying to steady her breaths. Because if she wasn’t careful, she just might develop a pattern for attacking the sexy foreman at any given moment.
“One of these days, I’ll get you to a bed,” he said around a deep breath against her neck.