Page 25 of Burly and Obsessed

My arms circle her waist, drawing her closer. The heat building between us threatens to consume everything in its path. I’ve faced firefights with less adrenaline pumping through my veins.

“Come home with me?” Andrea’s eyes are bright with desire as she pulls back slightly, the question hanging between us.

I cup her cheek, my thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. “No. Come to mine.”

“Your cabin?” Her voice carries a note of wonder.

“Yes.”

I take her hand, lacing our fingers together as we walk toward my truck.

“When did you know?” Andrea asks, her body brushing against mine with each step.

“The day you stood in Heartland Hardware explaining the difference between impact drivers to that contractor who tried to mansplain them to you.” The memory makes me smile. “You were so confident. So completely yourself.”

Her laugh warms something cold inside me. “I remember that day. There was grease on my cheek the whole time.”

“I remember.” I pull her closer, my arm sliding around her waist. “I notice everything about you.”

Our pace quickens as we approach my truck. Anticipation builds with each step, our bodies constantly seeking contact. Her hip brushes mine. My thumb strokes circles on her lower back.

“I’ll never hide how I feel about you again.” I make the promise against her temple, breathing in the scent of her hair. “Not from Jax. Not from anyone.”

She turns into me, stopping our progress toward the truck. The moonlight catches in her dark hair as she looks up at me. “I need you to be sure, Ace.”

“I’m sure.” I cup her face in both hands, needing her to see the truth in my eyes. “I’ve been sure since the moment I met you. I was just too afraid to admit it.”

Her hands slide up my chest, resting over my heart. “No more fear?”

“My only fear is losing you.” The truth spills out before I can stop it.

Andrea rises on her toes, pressing her lips to mine in a kiss that starts gently but quickly ignites. Her body flushes against mine, making my blood pound with erotic heat. My hands drop to her waist, then lower, cupping her ass and pulling her hips against mine with a need that is consuming every atom of me.

Her small gasp of pleasure as she feels my hard cock nearly makes me explode in my pants. Three years of wanting her but keeping my distance explode into this moment of connection. My fingers slide into her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss.

The truck is only yards away now, but each step becomes more difficult as our kisses grow more urgent. Andrea’s hands explore my chest, my shoulders, my back, learning me through touch as I learn her. I back her gently against the truck’s door, my body sheltering hers from the night air.

“Ace.” My name on her lips sounds like heaven.

“Tell me what you want.” I brush my lips along her jaw, down to the sensitive spot below her ear.

“You.” Her answer is immediate, breathless. “Just you.”

CHAPTER 11

ANDREA

The headlights slice through the darkness, sweeping across the trees. My heart pounds so hard it feels like it might crack open my ribs. The truck rumbles to a stop, and for a second, we just sit there, breathing heavily, suspended in the kind of tension that feels like it might combust.

“Here we are,” Ace says, his voice rough and low. He reaches for his door handle, but I grab his wrist before he can move.

“Wait.”

He looks at me, and the force of his gaze punches the air right out of my lungs. “I can’t wait until we get inside,” I whisper.

I reach up and run my hand along his jaw, smiling at the coarse feel of his beard stubble against my skin. In a flash, his hands are on me, pulling me into a deep and probing kiss. He pulls me tight in his arms, and we make out with the enthusiasm and intensity of teenagers. When we pause for breath, the windows of his truck are steamed up.

I move across the console and straddle his lap. My dress rides up, bunching around my hips as I sit on his lap, grinding down on his thick cock and teasing both of us.

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