Lucky Baby (Crescent Cove 11)

I scrambled backward across the front seat, bumping and scraping both my limbs and my pride, then I pulled him upward all the way into the cab. He managed to shift enough to get the door closed behind him and fit himself between my thighs, rutting against me hard enough to send my head into the driver’s door. He immediately grabbed my head, muttering apologies between kisses as we writhed against each other.

This time, he sucked his fingers into his mouth, warming them, before he slipped his hand into the shaper to tug on my painfully hard nipple. Pure need speared through me, landing between my legs so that I couldn’t do anything but arch against him and beg.

Nonsense words. Pleas. Vague threats and ones that weren’t so vague when he made me wait.

His mouth replaced his fingers on first one nipple then the other. I almost couldn’t take the infusion of pleasure from his tongue and the razor skim of his teeth. Mindlessly, I ran my hands through his long hair, laughing again through my sighs when I hit the crunchy, frozen part courtesy of the snowstorm. Then his wet fingers slipped over my pussy and I exploded. Just one brush against my clit and I was gone, shaking against him and holding on as if the parts left of me would disintegrate if I didn’t.

“Missed that sound so much.” His big hands framed my face until my heavy lids lifted and focused on the world captured in his green eyes. It was cold as hell beyond the bubble of heat between us, but when I was trapped in his gaze, I couldn’t feel it.

Nothing else existed except him.

Except us, and the me I became when I was with him. I fought it with everything I was even as I rushed toward it again and again.

I turned my head and nipped the pad of his finger, tasting myself there. That same twist in my belly had me swallowing hard, but he didn’t know of my internal struggle. He yanked down his zipper, fighting through layers of fabric to get to my favorite part of him.

Well, only one of my favorites of his. There were many. I just wouldn’t admit it.

My head revolved. I didn’t know if it was still attached. That was a new aftereffect to an orgasm, even an incredible one. Add in the touchy stomach and I didn’t know if I wanted more or to cross my hands over my lady business.

Was I hungry or nauseated? Lovesick? Was that an actual thing? Probably not. And I wasn’t that anyway.

I hoped.

He lifted his hard, heavy cock and circled the tip over my clit. I forgot about my belly and my head and anything but yanking the dress up my thighs to give me enough room to wind my legs around him. I couldn’t get close enough. I was a vine around his big body, touching whatever part of him I could reach and begging for things I couldn’t name.

No matter how he sated me, it was always temporary. And when the need came back, it was ten times as intense.

Drowning me just like he was devouring me with his hot, urgent kisses. His tongue lashed mine and I moaned, bowing up into him until his cock dipped into me and he surged forward to the hilt in one slow roll.

Heaven, perfection, destruction—all at once.

“Fuck, shit, dammit. No condom.” His agonized expression hit me down deep, and I started to laugh the laugh of someone who had lost their mind.

Or really wanted another orgasm.

I rocked against him, urging him on. Telling him without words he better not fucking stop anytime soon. My nails sank into his ass, and he drove forward with a long groan, l

etting loose in a truly spectacular fashion considering the confines of the front seat. His head hit the ceiling more than once and mine hit the door and the pain only made the torturous need climb higher. My thighs were shaking with it, my nipples diamond points that throbbed against his tongue when he sucked them deep. I dragged my hands through his hair, pulling with enough force that my nails scored his scalp. His grunts were like liquid kerosene poured on the fire inside me, and his desperate strokes pushed me closer to that edge from which I’d never come back.

I knew it like I knew my own name.

Yet when I reached the pinnacle, I still pinwheeled into the dark, arms out, as if I believed I couldn’t ever fall. Not when he was with me. On me. In me, filling up all the spaces and gaps down deep that no one had ever touched before him.

Or would after.

He panted my name into my ear. His version of it, the name that had become mine as much as my own.

“Ruby. My Ruby.”

And as he stilled before that last mad thrust inside me, spilling himself into my depths, I clutched my arms around his back and shut my eyes.

Just like that, I knew something else too. It didn’t matter that we hadn’t used a condom. Didn’t matter that we were reckless together because it had only taken once to change everything.

I knew.

Nineteen

For a little while in the truck, I was sure I had finally reached her.