Page 38 of King of My Heart

I turned to him and placed my hands on his chest, pressing up on my toes to kiss him. A low grunt made his chest rumble as his lips brushed along mine. Soft, testing, waiting. Then he responded.

He took control instantly, his hands gripping my hips as he pushed me against the car. He deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth.

Yes.

This is what I needed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me off the ground with so much ease, with his hands under my thigh, making me wrap them around his hips. His body pressed against mine, my back flush against the truck door.

I moaned and placed one hand on the back of his head to keep him right there. I wasn’t going to stop this. No chance.

His hands moved from under my thighs to my ass, squeezing hard as his upper body pressed against me. The world blurred, the festival, the lake, the moon—it all faded, leaving only us.

I was breathing hard, and his groans became louder, making my clit pulse every time that sound rang in my ears. And his hand on my ass, squeezing tight, made me want to rip off my clothes and give myself to him.

With another grunt, he took a step back from the car and broke the kiss to let me back down, and just as I was about to argue, he opened the car and got inside, pulling me with him. “On my lap,” he demanded, and I quickly crawled into the car to straddle him.

He shut the door and threw the keys to the driver’s seat, and then his hands were on my face, cupping my cheeks and pulling me into a kiss. His tongue curled around mine, sucking it into his mouth while his hands held my head in place.

It’s only been our second time making out so heavily, but I never wanted it to end this time. I never wanted any other man to ever kiss me again, and I hated that before him, others had.

“Fuck,” he muttered into the kiss as he lifted his hips to meet mine. I was rubbing against him, needing to feel more than just his hard body against mine. He broke the kiss and trailed his tongue down my neck as he tilted my head back to get better access. “So fucking wet. Needy girl.”

I could’ve melted right there in his arms, but then I would’ve missed out on what he did next. With his eyes on mine, he reached between us and unbuttoned his jeans. My eyes widened. My heart pounded hard.

“I’m not going to fuck you in this damn truck, Darwynn,” he assured me. It was disappointing to hear, but I didn’t want to have sex in this truck either. Not yet. Fuck…I wanted him badly, but I felt we were rushing whatever this was becoming.

No. Fuck that.

We were already crossing the line, so why not fuck already?

“Look at me,” he ordered, and I lifted my eyes from his crotch. “I want you to take out my cock and rub your pussy on it.”

Direct. Uncensored. No fucking shame.

My pulse rose, and my fingers twitched. “You want me to—”

“Yes, Darwynn, that’s what I want you to do. Now.”

I bit my lower lip and grazed the fly of his jeans with my fingertips. “A-and do you want me to pull down my—” He stopped me again.

“No. You keep those jeans on. I can’t promise you I won’t turn into a damn animal if I get the full scent of you.”

Oh.

I took a deep breath and pushed the fabric down until his bulge came into view, and without giving me a second chance to think too much about it, I reached down and pulled back his shorts to reveal his hardening cock.

It was semi-hard and fucking huge.

God. Damn.

I gasped, which got a smirk out of him. “Go on.”

I glanced up before dropping my gaze again. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I pulled it out and rested it almost too carefully against his abdomen. His tip was glistening, and it seemed that his cock didn’t need to be fully erect to have those hot veins standing out along his length.

God, everything about this man was perfect, and he simply let me have him.

We’d definitely have a conversation after this, but right now, I wanted to enjoy every second without thinking about any possible consequences.

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