Page 20 of Loving Hard on the Highway

I said nothing. Just stepped out of my ankle boot, slowly, deliberately. Let him watch me.

“They’ve got those little liquor bottles in the mini fridge,” I said, voice lower than I meant it to be. “If you still want a nightcap.”

He moved closer, not answering right away, close enough for me to see the shift in his eyes, and how the careful, easygoing version of him had given way to something hungrier.

“I want something,” he said. “But maybe before we have anything else to drink, we should see if we’re on the same page.

My pulse jumped. “I am all about consent. And I think we want the same thing.”

I reached for his collar, fingers curling in the fabric, and kissed him, because that line demanded it, and because Icouldn’t not. This kiss was deeper. Hotter. He kissed me like he’d been waiting for permission all night, like he’d barely kept himself in check through saloon girls and slow-burning glances.

Our earlier kisses on the hiking trail and then at the saloon had been intense but sweet, testing the waters. This was different. There was no testing anymore.

His hands slid to my waist, grounding me, pulling me closer until my chest met his and I could feel how badly he wanted me. I moaned softly into his mouth, losing myself for a second in the press of his body, the way his hand found the small of my back like he already knew how I liked to be touched.

I broke the kiss first, just enough to breathe. My forehead rested against his.

“I just wanted you to know that it’s been a while for me,” I said, voice catching. “But I really want this.”

His hand came up to brush my cheek. “We can take our time and stop at any point. This is real for me, Gabbie.”

That undid me. It wasn’t how sexy his body was, or that he was an incredible kisser, but the way his words resonated with me. Like hemeantit. This thing between us was real.

As I searched his face, still holding onto him, I felt a sense of clarity. I wanted this man, not just in my bed, but in my life. As he kissed me again, slower, I wondered if real meant the same thing to him as it did to me. But my body was in no mood for a sit-down conversation. It wasinvitinghim in.

He hastily pulled out of his shirt before our bodies magnetized back to each other. With ease, he slid my little yellow dress off my shoulders, and it fell to the ground around my feet. I stood vulnerable and exposed in just a lacy pair of panties as his gaze ran up and down my body.

I felt the urge to look away, but he gently caressed my chin, drawing me back to him.

“You are so perfect, Gabbie.” He kissed me tenderly, gently brushing his fingers down my back. “Every inch of you is perfection.”

Girl down!

He kissed me again, hard this time. Our tongues mingled, sending a thrilling tingle surging through my body. My legs parted as I ground into him. His large hands palmed my ass, pressing me into him as if wanting me to know, to feel how hard he was for me.

His kisses trailed down my neck as I ran my fingers through his slick, dark hair. My legs trembled, ready to give way as this man was slowly undoing me. And then he hoisted me up, my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed and laid me down.

His hands and lips both found my breasts. His tongue curled around one nipple as his fingers played with the other. I moaned softly as he enjoyed me. His hands slid down to my slit and slid my panties to the side before inserting two fingers.

Damn, every part of me he touched felt good, and my body was reacting, pulsing into his hand, needing more and more.

Then he stood, pulling off his jeans and letting me see exactly what I was about to get. The tingle beneath my belly was heavy as his thick, hard dick sprung up. My heart pounded, racing with anticipation as he pulled off my panties and spread my legs.

His tongue darted, licking his lips as he came down, pressing his face between my thighs. His tongue flicked across my bud, then sucked. I moaned loudly. His fingers were back inside, working together, bringing me over the edge. He moved his hands to my hips, letting his tongue work me.

“Sean!” I cried out between moans as my body reached its peak and dripped with pleasure. “I need you inside me.”

Sean slipped on a condom and brought his body up onto me. He parted me with his tip, then slid his length deep into me,stretching me. I moaned into his mouth as our lips and tongues clashed together.

I clenched his muscular back as he rocked into me. It was slow and intense, then gradually built to a faster rhythm. He felt so good, and my walls clenched, welcoming the motion. His pace quickened, and I pressed into him. We rocked together harder and faster, moaning, our damp skin pressing together. My legs quivered as the thrill of ecstasy overcame us both.

He collapsed beside me, discarding the condom before pulling me into his arms. My body was still reeling from the pleasure. But all I could think about was doing it again.

And as we moved together toward the bedroom, I knew this wasn’t just about tonight.

It was the start of something I was finally ready for.

Chapter 10

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