“Do you need to get that?” I ask, looking down at the phone’s display.
“He can wait.”
“It seems pretty important,” I drone when it starts ringing for the third time and the same man’s name showing on the screen. “I don’t know who Trey is, but it seems like he really needs to talk to you.”
“Not as important as what’s about to happen, Leigh. I don’t want to take any more time than what it took to get here. Not when I’m this close. He can wait.”
I feel my brows pull in, confused at the last bit. “This close? This close to what?” I question, thinking he means our approach to the house.
Flicking his blinker on, even though we’re the only vehicle on the road, he turns his truck onto the drive that leads to my house. I continue to look over at him, his profile outlined in the illumination by the lights that line my porch, and wait for him to answer me.
He stops his truck, pulling in right next to my Jeep, with a heavy foot on the brake before shutting it off. Without even looking in my direction, he jumps down in a hurry. The sound of his door clicking shut in the silence around us makes me jump. I vaguely hear his phone start to ring again, but with the way that my heart is galloping against my ribs, I hardly hear it. All my focus is on him. His pace is brisk as he walks around the front of his truck, the whole time I feel like I’m the prey being hunted. I can’t see his eyes, with the lights now at his back and the hat casting his face in the shadows, but I can feel the burn of his stare like a physical touch. Branding me with promise.
The force with which he flings opens the door has it banging firmly against his side, but he just shoulders it and continues with his mission, reaching over to unbuckle my seat belt in silence. His breathing is harsh and rushed through his parted lips, mirroring the same sounds that my heaving chest is making.
There is so much carnal desire sparking between us right now. The goose bumps that dance across every exposed inch of my skin make me tremble. The anticipation of what’s to come makes me weak with need. This is so different from our first time together. We’ve come so far in just a short time, but it feels like we’ve been building up to this moment for years.
I guess, in a way, we have.
After the metal of my now unbuckled seat belt bangs against the truck’s frame, he doesn’t make a move. He continues to regard me, not touching any part of me, but still I feel my body’s response as a wave of heat washes over me from head to toe. It’s so intense, the need I feel deep inside me, that I shiver and let out an audible moan.
That sound is what breaks him. He makes a noise deep in his chest, almost animalistic in nature, and reaches out to twist me with his hands on my hips, turning and lifting me right out of the high truck with ease. My hands shoot up to his shoulders at the same time that my center slams against his. Just when I lock my feet behind him, right above the swell of his fantastic ass, his hands move. Going from midthigh, moving underneath my dress, until his long, dexterous fingers are pushing under the band of my panties. He flexes both of his hands against my ass, causing me to shutter as he shoulders the door shut.
“Oh, God,” I breathe.
“Hold on,” he demands, flexing his hold again while stomping up the steps to my porch.
One hand leaves my bottom and he folds his knees, effortlessly bending to move the mat and grab the key before standing quickly. The move pushes his erection harder into my desperate body, the friction rubbing against me perfectly, and I cry out with a low moan of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he hisses through his clenched jaw.
Knowing that he’s feeling just as desperate for me as I am for him does something dangerous to my body. Knowing that he is so close to the edge spurs me on, and I’m no longer a docile participant in this. My hands move, slowly caressing and massaging the tense muscles under my palm. He grunts when my fingers leave the cotton of his shirt and I look up into his hooded eyes. At my wink, the only clue that I’m up to something, his lips part and I see the spark of need light his penetrating gaze. Bending my head, I run the tip of my nose along the strong column of his neck, starting right behind his ear until I feel the material of his shirt. I breathe him in, his hardy scent making me hum in pleasure while I rock my hips.
This time he doesn’t hold back the delicious sounds. The throaty and deep rumble vibrating against my hard nipples makes me only rock against him harder. My head spins, dizzy with my hunger for him. When he takes a step into the house, jostling my body enough to give sharp friction against him, I open my mouth and bite down on his neck. Not enough to break the skin, but just hard enough to get a reaction from him. He stops in his tracks, instantly.