Page 62 of Wrangled Love

“Careful, darlin’. I play to win. Now…” I trail my fingers down her thigh. “Take. Your. Panties. Off.”

Briar’s breath hitches, and her eyes flicker with surprise before desire overrides everything else. She turns toward me and lifts the hem of her skirt, inching it higher to reveal smooth, sun-kissed skin glowing in the moonlight. When she has the fabric bunched at her waist, my eyes drop to the V between her legs, where I get a glimpse of her red satin panties.

She flashes me a cheeky grin as she lifts her hips, slippingthem down her legs. Once they’re off, she holds them in front of me, her sultry gaze locked on mine. My pulse is hammering as she holds me captive with her magnetic charm. I curl my fingers around her wrist and lean in, pressing the fabric to my nose, inhaling the scent of her musk.

“So damn sweet.”

Her mouth parts as her fingers go slack. I catch her panties before they fall, sliding them into my shirt pocket.

“Lean back and close your eyes.” I want her to forget the world around us, consumed only by my voice and the warmth of my hands on her.

This time, she doesn’t hesitate to follow my command, tipping her head back, lashes resting against her flushed cheeks. Her chest rises and falls, each breath deep and measured as if she’s already given herself over to what comes next, her legs falling open in invitation. The sight damn near undoes me.

My hand drifts along her side, brushing over her hips, leaving a path of goose bumps behind, before settling on her bare thigh. I slowly make my way to her core, running my fingers through her wetness.

“You’re dripping wet for me, sugar.”

Her eyes flutter open, giving me a mischievous smile. “Do something about it.”

I answer by sliding a finger inside her tight pussy, her moan vibrates between us, drawing me deeper into her heat. My cock is painfully hard, but all that matters is watching her fall apart beneath my touch. My thumb finds her swollen clit, and when she groans, I’m torn between looking at her soaked center and the bliss written all over her face.

I drink in the sight of Briar’s dilated eyes, parted lips, and the way her gaze tracks mine, dazed and hungry. Her frame quivers, melting into my side as I draw needy sounds from that sinful mouth of hers, and I’m unable to resist stealing a kiss.

The way she grinds against my palm is downright desperate, and she gasps as I slide in another finger and take my time exploring her.

“That’s it, darlin’. Ride my hand and show me what a good cowgirl you are.”

“Oh fuck,” she cries out.

Mesmerized, I watch her circle her hips, gripping my wrist, urging me on. The car sways, but she doesn’t notice. She’s too caught up in the heat building inside her, chasing a high far more intense than her fear of being suspended in the air.

She squirms when my hand stills, furrowing her brow.

“Why’d you stop?” she croaks.

“Because I’m not done with you yet.”

There’s no telling how long we’ll be stuck up here, so I intend to draw her orgasm out.

I give her another scorching kiss, my free hand working to unfasten the top buttons of her shirt, and tug one of her bra cups down to expose her breast. I lean down and wrap my mouth around her nipple, gliding my tongue across the pink bud.

“Jensen.” My name falls from her lips like a prayer.

She inhales sharply as I alternate between flicking her nipple with my tongue and tugging it taut with my teeth. As I lavish her breast with kisses, I continue moving my fingers in and out of her, using short strokes, never going more than knuckle-deep. She gives a soft huff as she shifts, her body quivering beneath my hand.

Each movement fuels a craving only I can satisfy, and it’s damn exhilarating to elicit this kind of reaction. She tips her head back, her brown eyes meeting mine as she lets out a breathless gasp.

“So good,” she groans loudly.

“Easy, sweetheart; keep that up and the folks in the other cars might think we’re putting on a show.”

Her pupils grow wide, the flush on her cheeks deepening as she lets out another needy sound.

“You want everyone to hear how good I make you feel?” I growl in her ear.

Briar sinks her teeth into her lower lip, nodding as she clenches around me. She lets out another soft moan when my thumb moves back to her clit, and I catch her mouth with mine, muffling the noise. Her reaction to the idea of being heard is insanely sexy, but her sweet sounds are meant for my ears only.

I’m rock hard watching her wind tighter with every plunge of my fingers. Sensing that she needs a push over the edge, I apply pressure to her clit, sending her shattering around my hand. She lets out a strangled cry that I swallow with another kiss.

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