Page 28 of Wrangled Up

“This is cozier,” he said a split second before claiming her lips. The first brush ignited her. Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth under his.

He neatly tipped the mint onto her tongue.

“Mmm.” She sucked, letting the peppermint fill her head, along with the musk of the man.

“I like you, sweetheart. Probably too much.”

She quivered at his words, but before she had a chance to fully process what they meant to her already cracked heart, Christian slipped his hand over her breast. She arched, filling his palm completely.

He chased the mint around her mouth with his tongue, batting it around, scooping it up. Finally, he stole it back.

“Hey!”

He closed his fingers over her hard nipple, and she gave a throaty cry. As he circled her bud, she dropped her head back. He closed in on her throat, licking a path to the sensitive hollow. Then he pressed the mint against her skin and skated it upward. The coolness in comparison to his scorching tongue threatened to make her come without a single stroke.

His erection dug into her ass, and once in a while, he rocked upward. Through the barrier of their jeans—his still damp—she imagined she could feel every ridge of his cock. She wanted it inside her. During their threesome, he hadn’t actually filled her with his shaft. Now she couldn’t wait to get to that dirty little part of their game.

“Fuck, you make me want you.” He gulped the mint and crunched it up. When he kissed her, the strong flavor drowned her.

Wild with want, she kissed and nipped at his lips and tongue. She knocked off his hat and dug her hands into his hair, scraping his shorn scalp with her short nails while kissing him with abandon.

He found a slit of skin between her jeans and top and trailed hot fingers over it. Herpussy squeezed hard and juices flooded her thong.

Running his hand under her shirt and up her ribs, he plucked at her bra cup. She shifted, bringing the steering wheel against her side hard. She grunted.

“Times like this I wish I had a big ole SUV.”

“You’ve got a bed.”

“Yeah, and a blanket.” He popped the door and eased her out onto her feet. Then he reached behind the seat and retrieved a red plaid blanket.

“I thought you said you haven’t gone parking in a decade.” She shivered at the sight of his distended jeans.

“Haven’t. But anyone with common sense in these parts carries blankets, water and flashlights in case you’re stranded.” He climbed out and plucked her off her feet. She squealed as he lifted her up to the height of his chest and tipped her over the side of the truck into the bed.

In a second, he launched over the side too and had the blanket unrolled.

Their gazes clung. “Come here, darlin’.” He hooked an arm around her spine and drew her upward to meet his mouth. She wrapped her calves around his back and bucked. Doing the old bump and grind. But for some reason, this felt like so much more.

She burned to touch him. Pinching the cloth between his shoulder blades, she yanked off his shirt. He drew hers overhead as well. The first kiss of their bare bodies raised all the hair on her skin.

Christian skidded a broad hand down her side. “I’ll warm you. Here.” He sucked on her neck. “And here.” Through the cloth of her bra, he sucked her nipple into his mouth. The wet cloth conformed to her shape. When he grazed her nipple with his teeth, she could stand no more.

She worked frantically at his fly. The thick length of his cock distended his boxer briefs. Running her fingers up his shaft, she found a wet circle at the head.

“Christ,” he said through gritted teeth. “Keep doing that and I won’t last.”

“I’ve barely touched you,” she whispered against his ear.

He turned his mouth against hers and said, “You don’t have to do much to make me want you, darlin’.”

With that, he attacked her boots and jeans. The panties and bra came off last, all lying in a heap in the corner of the truck bed. She watched as he kicked off his own boots and jeans. Finally, she was properly able to trace the outline of his cock in his boxers.

She ran a fingertip up the underside to the swollen head.

He sucked in a harsh breath.

Prodding the flared head, she stared into his eyes.

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