Page 48 of Wren's Winter

“I want.”

Her breath shaky, she covered her mouth, giving a wavering laugh into her palm. “I don’t know what to think when I’m around you. If I was making a bet, I would have never guessed that you’d say that.”

“I’m going on three oh with our bets. Are you sure you want to keep gambling with me?”

“Maybe I’m letting you win.” She countered. “What if I’m a dark horse ready to claim the top prize? Waiting for you to put down your defenses before I ride to victory.”

“Who says you haven’t already knocked my defenses down?”

She sobered. “Have I?”

I leaned back, not wanting to look at her as I said the words. “If you had asked me a week ago, I would have told you I was fine. But now, spending time with you. I’m not so sure. Something about you. About us together, makes me realize how much was missing from my life.”

Beside me, she sucked in a breath.

“There you go, being suave again.”

“It’s not me trying to be suave, it’s sincerity.”

She crossed her arms against her chest as if to keep herself together. “How could I know that?”

I fought back the lump of annoyance at her statement. She had been hurt. Her honesty was one of the many things I appreciated about her. So, why would I expect her to trust me when I said I wouldn’t do the same? It might take weeks, months, or years before she would realize that my words were true. I realized with a start that I would give her that. If she wanted it, I would give her the time. I’d show her I meant every word.

“Because I know this is too soon, and I know I was running my mouth a few minutes ago, but I meant every word. And right now, those words say that I desperately want to kiss you.”

This kiss was blistering—no slow pecks and warning caresses. One moment, I’m sitting beside her, the next, she’s flat on my back, my body pinning her to the bed of the truck. The cold air whipped around us, but I could barely feel it with her hands reaching into my coat and my lips on her throat.

The kiss lasted only a minute when she pulled away, holding my face in her hands. “As much fun as this is, I don’t want to chance hypothermia for the second time in two days.”

I pulled away, rolling off her. She hopped down from the truck, walked to the driver’s side, and opened the door. “Get in.”

“You ready to head back?” Trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice, I adjusted my hard-on in my pants. My erection would have to wait until we got back to the cabin.

She gave me a wicked grin. “I’m ready for a ride, but we’re not going anywhere.”

I’m surprised I didn’t fall off the tailgate as I stumbled down.

Wren

It was a tight squeeze in the front seat. He made quick work of his coat, pants, and shirt. I climbed into the passenger seat, stripping down to my underwear.

Desperate times call for horny measures. Shucking my jeans and sweater, I fling them into the back seat.

We meet in the middle over the console, clashing tongues and hands roaming over each other’s bodies. I haven’t made out in a car since I was in high school, and the thrill of it hasn’t abated. Adrian reaches into my underwear, his fingers delve inside me as his thumb presses firmly against my clit, the pressure sending sparks through me.

“Such a greedy cunt,” he growled as he added another finger. “So wet and ready. Did you feel empty without me? Tell me, Birdie, what would make you whole?”

I gasped as his thumb pressed harder on my clit. “You.”

“My what? My hands, my mouth?” His dirty words beat a steady rhythm inside me. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Your cock. I need your cock inside me.” I pushed hard against his chest with one hand, while taking out his hard cock with the other. It was an awkward climb over the middle console, but I did it. My legs were now on each side of his hips. I grabbed his hair, pulling his face to mine for a kiss. His cock rubbed against my bare cleft.

His hands reached behind me, unhooking my bra. It fell away somewhere on the floor. His mouth found my nipples, sucking one into his mouth while he played with the other. My back arched to the sensation, hitting the steering wheel. A loud honk sounded, startling us both. The echo of it going through the mountain valley for a long minute.

I opened my mouth to apologize, and it came out as a laugh. He joined in, the low deep rumble in his chest shaking us both. Despite the funny moment, the motion also sent a vibration to my core.

Rubbing my slick heat against his cock, I bent down inches from his lips. “Sorry if I killed the mood.”

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