Page 33 of Avery's Hero

“Sweetheart, this is the kind of man you get when you say yes to me. I want to be clear on this, Avery. I want you. I’m dying to take you.”

“I… I’m a little s-shocked over here. You might need to find a defibrillator.”

“I know CPR,” he says quickly with a wicked grin.

I laugh, sounding like I’ve lost my marbles. “I have a feeling you know a few other tricks.”

My imagination runs away from me and I shiver from head to toe.

He makes a rough sound as he holds my gaze, his eyes full of every dirty thing he wants to do. “I’m more than capable of taking care of you, gorgeous. But this is what I need you to know. You’re safe with me, Avery.” He brushes the coarse pad of his thumb over my cheek, then says, “I might be an animal, but you say no, you say slow down, you say go easy, and I will do exactly what you want. Always. You’re always safe.”

“Thank you,” I whisper with my heart trying to tear out of my throat.

God, I want this man. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life.

Our breathing is loud as we stare at each other. The air is crackling until I slip out of my jacket. Then the space in the truck of his cab goes white hot electric. His breathing grows rougher.

I’m about to do something so nuts… I don’t even know who I am right now. It’s like my shell cracked open and this crazy woman came out.

The sound of the zipper on my jeans is insanely loud.

I push them off as I kick out of my littleblack slip-on sandals. Cool air from his truck vents makes goosebumps rise all over my legs.

“You know that thing you said you wanted to do in the truck…” I motion toward the steering wheel.

His body tenses. I slip off my panties and start to crawl toward him. “I’d like to try that. Now. Before I orgasm from just looking at you.”

With a feral growl, and a flick of his wrist, he frees his ridiculously big cock. If I let myself look at it too long, it will scare the life out of me.

So, I keep my eyes on his eyes instead.

He holds up a hand. “Give me a second. Just one.” And it barely takes that for him to sheathe himself with a condom that was in his wallet. Then he lifts me, like I weigh nothing, and settles me across his lap. Tucking my knees along his thighs. His thick, scorching hot, cock is pressed between us.

He takes my face in his big, strong hands. Rubs his thumbs back and forth over my cheeks. “I must have had a coronary because craziness like this only happens in heaven or movies.”

Some of the tension eases in my chest. I manage a tiny strained laugh. “I can’t believe it either. I cannot believe I’m climbing on my boss’s lap, in his truck on the side of the road. I’ve lost my mind.”

“We’ve lost our minds. But right now, it’s fucking glorious.” His breathing speeds as his cock throbs between us. “I can’t wait to get inside of you.”

His fingers find my clit, circle around through my folds. “God, youarewet for me. I don’t like to fuck without foreplay because I’m so big, I’ll hurt you, but…”

I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of his fingers on the place I’ve been dying to feelthem.

“But what?” I ask from somewhere in outer space.

“We’ll go easy.”

“Okay,” I breathe in a rush, because I’d pretty much agree to anything right now except getting out of this truck without feeling him touch me.

Brows drawing together, he studies me. “Hold on. You’re shaking.”

My words come out in a rush. “I’m excited.”

“But not afraid?”

I lift my lashes. We’re eye to eye now. I always have to look up at Brock. Something about being on even ground makes me braver. "No. I’m not afraid. I can’t tell you why. But I’m not going to overanalyze it. I just want you. Please, Brock, just make the ache stop.”

The sound that comes from his throat is primal and incredibly sexy. It sears through my blood, floods my pussy with heat. He raises me with strong hands and aligns me on his cock. As he lowers me down onto him, he wraps me in his arms.

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