Page 123 of Maddox

The feel of having her in my arms was amazing.

She brushed her lips across my jaw, taking her time to reach my mouth. I was ready to rip off her clothes. She teased me as I’d done with her, opening my mouth with her lips several times before daring to slide her tongue inside. But only briefly.

The little minx thought she had full control, sucking on my tongue as she continued wiggling back and forth.

She was fueling a fire that could only be relieved by me fucking her right here. Right now. Maybe that’s what she wanted.

I slipped my hand to the side by the door, fighting to find the button for the seat. When I did, she lifted her head long enough to purr loudly. This time as she captured my mouth, she instantly thrust her tongue inside.

I’d never had a woman deep throat me with their tongue before and I had to admit I was more excited than I’d been in a longtime. She had a way of awakening the darkness, igniting a fire that could get out of hand quickly.

“Hold on,” I told her. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” I unfastened the holster, sliding my Glock into my hand.

“There’s nothing like a man holding a really big gun.”

“You are a torturous woman.” I put it on the dashboard, shaking my head as soon as I did.

I rolled my hands down her back and under her jacket, tugging her shirt from her jeans so I could slide my fingers underneath. She continued gyrating, grinding against my bulge.

At some point, I was going to lose my mind. The kiss lingered, becoming even more manic than before as explosive heat rose between us. I finally pushed her back before I lost all control, both of us gasping for air.

She laughed and blew a piece of hair from her face as she panted. “You like that?”

“Yeah, I do. But I need more.”

“What do you need, mountain man?” She rose onto her knees, crouching over to keep from slamming her head against the roof. As she unfastened my belt, I couldn’t help but glance around where the truck was parked. If I knew Randy, he was still hard at work.

And I’d yet to get him a goddamn birthday present.

As soon as she unzipped my jeans, I stretched out my legs, cognizant the engine was still running. While I struggled to turn it off, she wasn’t allowing me any possible way of doing so.

The moment she somehow managed to free my cock, she offered me a salacious gaze. Her eyes were glassy, the smile on her face entirely too wicked.

I’ll be damned if my cock wasn’t throbbing like a son of a bitch.

“My turn,” I growled and pushed her off my lap completely. As I leaned over, I pushed her hands away so I could unfasten the button and zipper on her jeans. At least the cab of the old truck was roomy. Her damn jeans were tight and I was sweating by the time I pulled them down her long legs, yanking one shoe off then the other.

The second I’d freed her of the confines of the tight denim, she hopped into my lap again. “You are very hungry,” I mused.

“You have no idea.” She held my dick with her hand, licking her lips on purpose.

I threw one arm over the back of the seat, keeping the same evil grin on my face she’d offered me earlier.

She rolled the tip of her finger up and down her slickened pussy. Forget going out of my mind. I was going to lose all sense of control.

The scent of our combined need filtered into the cab, the odor becoming intoxicating. Was it possible to get drunk off sexual perfume? I guess we were going to test the theory.

She was such a little brat, toying with me by raking her nail down my shaft several times. My heartrate increased, the hard thudding echoing in my ears. Did she not know what she was turning me into?

I’d had enough teasing only a few seconds later. I gripped both her hips, pulling her down with a brutal thud.

She threw her head back, her eyes opening wide. “You are such a brute.”

“I told you before. I’m used to getting what I want.”

As she’d done before, she threw her arms around my neck, now rocking against me.

The steam was rising, my pulse doing the same. She didn’t blink as she continued to try to keep a firm grip on control.

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