Page 97 of Make Her Mine

He grips the wheel a little tighter. “This can’t wait until we get to the house?”

Actually, I don’t think it can. “No.”

He gives me another quick glance, but he keeps driving. “How far?”

“To the river.”

He seems frustrated, but he does it.

Two minutes later, he puts the truck in park twenty feet from the river’s edge. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“Just this.” I open my door enough to make the overhead light come on.

He frowns and blinks in the sudden light. “What?”

I lean in, our faces six inches apart, and meet his eyes.

“I just need to see if this is awkward with the lights on, no other people around, just us and our very clear intention to have sex.”

He lifts a brow and lets me study his face. “You think it would be awkward with the lights on?”

“Maybe. I just want to be sure we weren’t caught up. Or that the dark wasn’t making it easier to do all of that.”

He leans closer, our noses almost touching. “You think I need something to make it easier to touch you? Because I would really love to find something that made it easier not to.”

I smile at that. “So this wasn’t just a caught up in campfire smoke or Zach being there thing?”

“Wanting to get my hand in your panties and feel you come around my fingers?” he asks, his gaze locked on mine.

I feel my cheeks heat, but like before, I don’t think I’m blushing. I think it’s lust. “Yeah,” I say, my voice husky.

“Absolutely not.” He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear. “I want nothing more than to turn the lights on bright, spread you out where I can get at every inch of you, and make you come around a lot more than my fingers.”

Oh, yeah, it’s definitely lust coursing through me.

No, this isn’t awkward with a light on, and looking directly into his face. Thinking about Jefferson Riley having his fingers inside me, feeling me coming apart, only makes me feel hot and very horny.

“Good.” I pull my door shut, then slide across the center console and into his lap, straddling his thighs. I sink my fingers into his hair and kiss him.

His hands grip my waist, and I can feel his thick, hard cock pressing against my center.

We kiss, deeply and hungrily for nearly a minute, then he pulls back. “Bed. Spread out. Lights.”

“Later. I want you right now.”

“Harlow—”

I take his face in my hands. “Jefferson. Fuck me. Right now, in the front seat of your truck, where you will think about it every time you get in this thing.”

His hands grip me tighter, and he groans, his head tipping back against the seat.

I smile, running my hands down his neck, then back up to his face. “Please.”

His head comes up. “You are such a brat.”

My grin grows. “And I know your big secret.”

“What’s that?”

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