Page 24 of Manny

I gaze up at him. “Okay.”

He brushes a thumb across my cheek as he pulls me to the edge of my seat, my legs dangling out of the truck. “Don’t want you to be mad at me,” his voice is barely a whisper. “I don’t like it.”

“Well, don’t be a jerk. We’re not even doing anything yet, and we’re bickering like an old married couple.”

His lips quirk as if he’s fighting a smile. “Let’s get inside.” His tone insinuates something else and my pussy clenches.

“Manny has rules,” I blurt out. “We can’t, and he’s on his way over.”

He rolls his eyes. “Of course he is.”

I grip his bicep, and he looks down at my hand. “We have to respect his wishes. He was dead serious about it.”

“He won’t know.” He buries his face in my neck and I melt against him. Oh, he smells so good. That masculine scent of dark chocolate and tobacco washes over me. Sweet but sexy, just like him. My pussy aches. “I meant what I said about you beggin’ me for my cock.”

He has such a dirty mouth.

“I… I want to,” I whisper. “But this is Manny’s safe place, and he’ll be here soon. I don’t want him to walk in on us.”

He pulls back. “Coulda told me that before I drove here, could’ve gone to my place before Eli gets outta school.”

My heart thumps at the idea of going to his house, seeing where he and Eli live.

His lips brush my pulse point. He can be so harsh, but then so gentle at the same time.

“You could’ve come onto me a lot sooner,” I mutter as my hands wrap around his body. They don’t even meet, he’s that solid. I spread my legs so he can move between them.

His lips brush over mine, not quite touching. “I told you my reasons, now that’s gone out the window.”

“Kiss me.”

“I’ll want more.”

“Well, you can’t have more, not here.”

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?”

I fill the gap, pressing my lips to his as his lips part and there’s that softness again. I feel it all over. My body shudders as I wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls me farther toward him, my ass hanging off the seat, and that’s when I feel his hard length press into me. It makes me gasp. He pulls back.. “You good?”

I glance down. “Is that an anaconda in your pants?”

He smirks. “I wasn’t kiddin’ when I said you’re not ready for me.”

Holy shit. Why is that so hot?

“I thought you were just talking dirty.”

“While I admit this little cat-and-mouse game has had my dick hard for weeks, I meant every word. Once my dick’s been inside this little pussy.” He cups my mound as I moan. “You’re gonna want more of it.”

“You’re so sure of yourself,” I tease. “What if you’re not that good at it?”

He nibbles my bottom lip gently. “I am.”

Those words.I am.I want to bury myself in him. In his assurance. His confidence. His fucking need. And I need him. I need to feel…something.Anything.

“Maybe we should go to your place.”

He smirks again. “I don’t know. I think I like havin’ you right on the edge.”

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