“It is.” He shifted, lifting me higher, so my legs wrapped around his waist. “In fact, I need to make up with you really, really hard.”
I gasped as he surged into me, showing me just how hard he intended to make up. Our eyes held: anxious green meeting intense blue. His warm, toned body trapped me against unforgiving, cold steel, the con
trasts so great; and yet so right. He tightened his hands on my hips, flexed his fingers, rubbing small circles on the bones, then traveling upward. He delved under my shirt to the bare flesh, skimming the length of my torso, causing my breathing to increase.
“I didn’t know if I’d get the chance to touch you again.” He traced the shell of my ear with his tongue. “Feel how soft your skin is. How you respond to me,” he continued, cupping my breasts in his large hands, caressing the nipples.
I tightened my legs around him, arching into his touch, breathing his name.
“Are you still mine?”
“Yes,” I pleaded.
His lips hovered over mine. “What if I want you right here—against my truck, in the open? What if I want to hear your forgiveness shouted into the dawn?”
I grabbed the back of his neck. “Yes.”
His lips crashed to mine—they were hard, hungry, and desperate. Our tongues tangled, pressed, and stroked, the urgency mounting. His mouth claimed mine, stealing my breath, leaving me longing for more. It was the same every time he kissed me. Only this time, there was an edge to his caresses—a desperation we were feeling.
Daniel’s hands roamed over my skin, touching, teasing, his fingers restless, grasping at the fabric of my shirt, sliding up to fondle my breasts, then traveling back to grasp my ass as he ground against me.
“You taste so damn good.” His tongue dragged along my bottom lip. “How many mints did you eat this morning?”
“Seven, maybe. I don’t know—I lost count. I have none left.” I confessed in a whisper. I had continually crunched them all morning.
“Damn it, I wanted to steal one.”
“I’ll let you later.”
He kissed me again, even deeper this time.
“Tell me,” he commanded in a low voice. “Tell me to take you inside and make love to you.”
“No,” I gasped, clutching his shoulders, “I want you here. Now.”
His mouth grazed along my neck, his teeth nipping as he bunched up the material of my skirt, tearing away my thong. He trailed his knuckles along my folds, groaning at the slickness he found. “I love you wear skirts all the time. It’s so convenient for me.” His fingers slipped deeper, teasing me. “Is this for me? You want me, Sprite? Tell me. Tell me how much.”
“I want you, Daniel,” I begged, my head falling back to the hard metal as he slid two fingers inside, pumping slow and deliberate. “I need you.”
“What do you need?”
“You. I need you to fuck me.”
He bit down on my neck. “With pleasure.”
An impatient tug, he tore down his sweats. One powerful thrust and he was buried deep inside me, his body slamming me into the inflexible steel behind my back. Bracing one hand behind my head, and the other on my hip, he started to move, his body pinning me in place. His eyes locked on mine; dark, piercing, and swirling in desire and need as he took me, hard and rough.
I clutched at his broad shoulders, my blunt nails sliding across his damp skin. Needing as near as possible, I wound my arms around his neck. I held myself close, licking and kissing his neck, moaning his name, letting him move me whichever way he wanted.
He answered with grunts and groans, breathing my name. He tangled his hand into my hair, tugging my face back and capturing my mouth. He enfolded me in his arms, holding me tight, his hips driving fast, his tongue mimicking his rapid actions.
My body began to tighten as my orgasm approached.
Daniel’s motions picked up, his cock slamming into me ferociously as I screamed my release into his mouth. He shuddered as he spilled inside me, his body stilling as he climaxed, my pussy clamping down around him.
A long tremor moved down his spine, his body relaxing into mine. He dragged his mouth up my neck, and spoke low in my ear. “I feel forgiven.”
“You are.”