Fears that, when he walked away, he’d take a bloody piece of her heart with him.
He lifted her onto the tailgate. “Let me make love to you, sugar. Just this once.”
Her heart leaped into her throat, blocking the words she had no business so much as thinking. Jules nodded, because there was nothing else left to say that wouldn’t ruin it. She felt absurdly like crying as he pulled off her boots and lifted her dress over her head. “Adam—”
“There’s time for that tomorrow.”
He was right. They had tonight, and everything could wait for sunrise. She nodded. “Okay.”
“Good.” He stripped quickly and set both their clothes in the bed of the truck. Then he kissed her again, backing her up and laying her flat on the blankets. “Never lose you, sugar.” His lips brushed the sensitive spot behind her ear. “There isn’t anyone like you out there—I’ve been around the block enough times to know—and the world would be a dimmer place if you compromised any part of yourself to appease someone else.” He eased her bra off, his lips moving over her skin, saying words she never knew she wanted to hear. “You’re better than a goddamn eight-second ride, Jules Rodriguez, and I’ll never meet your like again.”
She started to say…God, she didn’t even know what…but he moved down her body, slipping off her panties and spreading her thighs. “And tonight, you’re mine.” And then his mouth was there against the most intimate part of her, touching her just as his words had a moment before.
Jules gave herself over to him, letting go of her worries for tomorrow and her irritation over how Adam handled things back at the restaurant. He was like a wild thing, barely tamed. Just like the bulls he loved to ride or the stallions on the ranch. He’d let her cuddle up to him, but one wrong move and someone was going to lose an arm.
Not her. She’d spent enough time with him to be sure of that—he’d never hurt her. But that didn’t mean a single thing when it came to the people around her.
“You’re thinking too hard.”
“I can’t help it.” Her life would be so much easier if she knew how to turn off her stampeding thoughts.
Adam sighed, his breath on her sensitive skin making her squirm. “Let me help.” Then he pushed two fingers into her and sucked her clit into his mouth, setting his teeth against her. The sensation was so intense, it was just this side of pain. Jules’s mind went blank, and her body went tight.
“Holy good gracious.”
He pumped his fingers slowly, dragging them over that spot inside her. She pressed her heels against the bed of the truck, trying to take him deeper, but he laughed softly and used his free hand to pin her hips. “Not yet, sugar.”
“Adam, please.”
He gave her one long lick. “Are you still thinking too hard?”
“I… What?” She squirmed, but he had full control—just like always. She’d always considered herself an independent woman, but there was something about being at Adam’s mercy that flat-out did it for her. She tried lifting her hips again. “More.”
“All right, sugar. I’ll give you more.”
She cried out when he removed his hand, but the unmistakable crinkle of a condom wrapper had her shutting right up. This was good. This was even better. He crawled up her body and settled between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching against him. “Kiss me.”
“Bossy.” He cupped the back of her head and took her mouth even as his cock slid home.
Something inside her that had been rattled and uncertain settled in that moment of perfection. We have the now. Stop asking for more than he’s willing to give. He said I’m his for tonight, and that’ll have to be enough.
But she needed more. Jules dragged her nails down his back. “You make me so hot and crazy and gah.”
“Tell me more.” He began to move, the slightest strokes that drove her to distraction but nowhere near enough to send her over the edge.
“I was okay.” She dug her fingers into his ass, pulling him deeper. “Mostly okay. Somewhat okay.”
“Mmm.” He nibbled on her neck, keeping up that infuriating movement.
She couldn’t catch her breath. “One look, Adam. That’s all it takes. You give me that look and I’m ready to drag you into the nearest enclosed space and drop my panties.”
“Good.” He picked up his strokes, withdrawing almost all the way out before pushing back into her. “Because I feel the same fucking way, sugar. Every time I stop moving for more than five seconds, all I can think about is the feel of you beneath me, taste you on my tongue, and smell your coconut shampoo. It drives me fucking insane.”