He lifts my right leg, kissing along the back of my knee and removes my boot. After repeating the process with my left boot, he wastes no time removing my skirt and panties. The warm air of the summer night sweeps over my bare flesh, yet, again, I shiver.
His eyes roam over every inch of my skin, causing my typical womanly insecurities to rise to the surface. I pull my knees up in an attempt to cover some of me.
“No,” he says, pushing my knees apart. “Don’t get shy on me now. Relax. I was admirin’ how beautiful your skin is.” I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath before relaxing my legs. “Sit up,” he instructs softly.
As I do, his hand curls around the back of my neck. He brings my head to his until our lips touch. His warm tongue presses to the seam of my mouth, seeking entrance. I open and his deep, rough kiss causes me to moan loudly, almost feral. He squeezes my neck harder as his other hand reaches up to remove my blouse. It falls easily from my shoulders, leaving me in my sheer lace bra, but only for a second as he masterfully releases the clasp with one hand and slides it down my arms.
He continues kissing me until I’m breathless, panting for air, and pushing into his chest. I feel his smile aga
inst my lips as he ends the kiss, his hand moving from my neck to my left breast. His touch feels rough from calluses, undoubtedly caused from riding. He grips tight, his hand moving outward until he’s fisting my breast. His tongue swirls over the tight skin of my nipple, before he blazes a trail of wet kisses up my neck, stopping under my ear.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes!” I answer nearly shouting.
His teeth nip my ear. “Tonight will end one of two ways, but either way, you’ll regret it.”
I pull back, staring at him with reservation, and huff out a breath. “I don’t expect anything. I know it’s only one night. I’m not naïve. I know the Battle McCoy doesn’t stick around.”
“You don’t know anything about me. I’m not with different women all the time. I have to feel that sexual chemistry you were talkin’ about, and sometimes I have to suck the feelin’ dry. Tomorrow I may walk away, and you’ll never hear from me again. I may also want more, and when I want more, I’ll take it until you have nothin’ left to give.”
Oh. My chest collapses. I think he’s attempting to scare me off, but his words only make me want to stay and let him fuck me until the sun comes up. “I don’t want to think about tomorrow.”
“You’ve been warned,” he says, covering my mouth with his again. He kisses me ravenously, setting fire to my blood.
My hands work quickly to remove his jeans. I shove them down his legs as far as my arms will stretch and use my bare feet to finish the job. He takes little time in rolling a condom onto his considerable length before reaching over his head and removing his shirt. I run both my hands over the ridges of his abs and up to his rock hard pecs, my thumbs circling his nipples.
His eyes twinkle as he grips his cock, sliding it once through my folds before slipping into me. He buries himself deep inside with a loud groan and stills. The sensation of him inside of me is overpowering and stirs emotions I don’t want woken. I need him to move so I don’t have to feel. Feeling will end this moment. I wiggle.
“What do you want?”
I dig my nails into his tight ass and lift my hips. “You. I want you.”
“Soft?” he asks moving slowly in and out. “Or rough?” He pulls out easy, and slams into me hard.
I don’t know. Wyatt never asks. He just does. Something else that asshole never considers where I’m concerned. A surge of anger causes me to scream, “Rough!”
He pounds into me again. The windshield wiper scrapes my back, but I ignore the pain.
“Slow or fast?” he asks, moving in and out of me deliberating gaining speed.
I wrap his waist tightly with my legs, pulling him close, and squeeze my eyes shut. “Fast…Oh, God, yes, fast.”
He complies, quickly thrusting in and out of me, rough, fast, and unrelenting. The pace shouldn’t be sustainable, but Battle doesn’t slow. The intensity borders on insanity, and I can’t decide if I want to scream, “Stop!” Or, “Don’t stop,” as he continues to pump his hips with marathon stamina. My eyes roll back in my head as I cry out, “Oh, God! Yes! Don’t stop!”
I’m sure he won’t last long, but the night drifts away and he never eases up. I don’t know how much time passes, as he pants and I moan, but it’s longer than any sexual experience I’ve ever had. I stare up at the stars in a lust-ridden haze, absorbing the passion of the moment in each of his pounding thrusts. With each drive forward of his hips, he hits deep and with such intensity I feel tears. The humid Kansas summer night absorbs both of us, covering our bodies in a slick coating of sweat. I lick my lips tasting the salt.
His arms begin to shake, and I know he’s close now.
The buildup of pressure mounts in force until my toes curl, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip. I arch my back. My legs tremble wildly as I feel my pussy tighten around him, pulling him deeper. He groans, and yells, “Yes, sweetheart, let go. Come for me.”
He buries his head in the crook of my neck. With another hard, deep thrust, he follows me into oblivion before collapsing on top of me.
I fist his hair and claw at his back, riding out the blissful wave of our shared orgasm. I’ve never experienced an orgasm from simple penetration, and my mind and body are numb from the experience.
Still inside me, he lifts his head, the expression on his sweat covered face—perfection. I smile and say, “You want more.”
“Game’s over and we’re out of liquor. I reckon you’ll never know.”