He kept touching her. Kissing her. God. She was dying for him to put his mouth to good use everywhere on her body. His lips tracked moist kisses down the sensitive line of her throat.
The stretchy material of her top gave way when he tugged. Her breasts popped free with one flick to the front clasp of her bra. Her bared skin was putty in his oh-so-capable hands. He sucked her nipples, one after the other until she couldn’t think beyond the next thorough curl of his tongue around the puckered tips.
Amidst teasing bites to her mouth and throat, he rubbed his face over her neck and breasts, marking her with his suckling kisses and scratchy beard.
Reluctantly, he retreated to brush his lips across her hair. “Sorry for maulin’ you. But you are so damn sexy you make me lose my ever lovin’ mind. Give me a sec to clear it and we’ll go in, okay?”
“I don’t want to go in.”
His head snapped up. “Then what do you want?”
“You. I want you. Right now. Like this.” She whispered, “Please. Touch me. Don’t stop this time.”
He kissed her hard, as he eased her flat on the bench seat and slid her silky skirt up to the curve of her hips. He reached between her thighs and found her soaking wet, practically growling his pleasure. “I want my mouth on you.”
“Next time.”
“No. Now. Right now.”
Never had a man been so forceful, so demanding of her submission. Never had she dreamed she’d…love giving in.
He twisted her panties in his fingers and yanked aside the flimsy cotton. No easing her into the intimate kiss. His wet tongue lapped her slit from top to bottom. Swirling. Tickling. Tasting. He tongued her relentlessly, jamming deep in her pussy, returning to flicker the very tip across her clit until her whole body shook. When he finally sucked that bit of protruding flesh, she came in a throbbing rush against his mouth.
As she attempted to regain her sanity, he feathered unbearably gentle kisses across the tops of her trembling thighs. He breathed heavily and muttered against her slick flesh.
Skylar lifted up on her elbows and looked down at his dark head nuzzling her.
His hot gaze met hers across the clothes bunched around her middle. “If I don’t get inside you I’ll go crazy.”
“Then you’d better hurry up, huh?”
In record time he’d stepped up on the running board, unbuckled, unzipped, shoved his Wranglers to the tops of his boots and levered himself over her.
Skylar circled her legs around his waist and canted her pelvis for easier and faster entry, mindful of not nicking him with the razor-thin heels of her red stilettos. Her fingers dug into his tight, muscular ass.
Witnessing the ecstasy on his face as he slowly sank inside her to the root was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen.
He pressed his forehead to hers. “Do you know how perfect you feel? Tight. All creamy wet, soft and hot for me? Do you know how long I’ve been achin’ to be with you like this?”
“Oh, so now you wanna talk, McKay? When we’re naked?”
He laughed, if a bit shakily.
“Talk later. Sex me up me first. Kiss me. God, your kisses undo me.”
He kissed her with the same vigor as he made love to her. The heat in the truck expanded, making for a sticky, hot and intense coupling, yet, retaining the balance of comfort they both needed.
His thrusts became more frantic. Deeper. Faster. He pulled away from her mouth to whisper, “Skylar. Take me with you this time.” Lifting her hips higher, he slammed home three more times.
When she came in a series of juicy ripples, he buried his face in her neck, repeating her name, and followed her over the edge.
She frowned. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t said his name. She’d taken to calling him McKay on their previous dates. About an hour after that fateful incident, she’d learned the truth about who he really was.
Wrong. His name may’ve been different, but the man was the same.
Eliza cried, jarring Skylar back to the present.
Kade entered the small backroom. “Is that bottle ready yet?”
Damn. She’d been so lost in the vivid memory of him, of them, of heat and sex and need and lust, she’d forgotten all about the bottle. She popped it in the pan. “Just about ready.”
He took one look at her flushed cheeks and bright eyes and somehow knew she’d been reliving their brief—but glorious—naked past.
Defiant, she raised her chin a notch. “What?”
Kade’s look held more steam than the pan of boiling water. “I think about it all the time too. Some days that’s all I can think of.”
“Do you want to feed her?”
“Later. I’d best get back to my folks’ place and pack up my stuff. What time will you get home?”