Page 54 of All I Need (Hearts of the South)
“Put that away.” She took the phone and laid it aside. “You really are adorable when you’re pissed off.”
Adorable wasn’t the effect he wanted to have on her. She reached for him, arms around his neck, and pressed to him.
“I don’t want to let you go.” She whispered the words near his mouth, and he looped his arms about her waist, unable to resist the contact. “I don’t like the idea of doing life day-to-day, but I can’t see doing those days without you in them.”
“Then don’t let me go.” He took her lips, and this time he was the desperate one, pressing her as close as he could get. She opened beneath him, and he tasted as deeply as he could get. He wanted to devour her, to make her forget where she ended and he began. He wanted to make her forget a lot more, and the part of his brain still working knew how dangerous and stupid that was, like getting too close to the edge of the pit behind them.
On a small moan of pure need, she shifted in his embrace, straddling his thighs with one leg, lifting higher against him so her face was above his. He let his hand drift down to cup the inside of that thigh over his, tugging her into him, and taking them backward to lie almost face-to-face. The ridges of the truck bed dug into his arm and hip, but he ignored the discomfort and pulled her nearer. Letting his tongue mimic what he wanted to do with his body, he ground his growing erection into the softness between her thighs and stroked his fingers across the heat he found there.
She made a sound that was half-moan, half-laugh. “Emmett, I love what you do to me, but this is really uncomfortable.”
“Yeah.” He leaned up on an elbow, mingled light from the moon and stars letting him glimpse the desire in her face. “There are sleeping bags behind the truck seat. Want me to get them?”
“Um, yeah.” She slid off the tailgate as he did. He opened the cab and rummaged behind the seat. “Why do you have sleeping bags in your truck?”
“Hiking and camping with Clark. They’ve been in there forever. Can’t remember the last time we used them. At least a month before the shooting.” He climbed up and unfolded the first bag and spread it across the truck bed. “There’s a couple of one-person tents back there too, but I’m not trying to put one of those together in the dark.”
She perched on the tailgate and kicked off her shoes, then tugged her scrub top over her head. He froze, the first bag stretched across the bed and the second folded to create a pillow at the top. He’d not anticipated this would involve getting naked, but what the hell? He was good with that.
He pulled off his polo, letting his undershirt come with it, and toed out of his shoes. She scooted back on the sleeping bag and held out her arms. He lowered himself into her embrace, and she held him close on a laugh. “This is a little better.”
He nuzzled along her jaw and stroked his palms over the soft skin of her shoulders and arms. The curve of her ear enticed him, and he bracketed her waist with his hands. “I can make it even better.”
“A little cocky, aren’t you there, Emmy?” Her breathless challenge shivered across his own ear.
“One, don’t call me Emmy.” He bit down gently on her neck and relished her little gasp. “Two, I’m a lot cocky, but if I remember correctly, I had you screaming my name night before last with nothing but my hand.”
“So you’re more than musically talented.” Her head fell back, and he licked and nibbled his way down her throat. She laid warm hands at his waist, nails a sweet bite on his skin. “Can I call you Em?”
“Yeah, you can call me Em.” He’d almost agree to Emmy with her, especially when those hands of hers cupped his ass and she ground into him, bringing him to a nearly painful level of hard. Clark was right—they’d been fooling around for days, but that’s all it was, fooling around a little on second and third base, mostly with him making the base hits for her.
He was going to die if he ever made it home.
She fumbled his belt open, popped the button, and slid his zipper down. With a firm hand at his shoulder, she pushed him to his back and leaned over him to whisper against his mouth. “I want to find out just how cocky you are.”
Despite himself, he laughed, the sound more of a strangled groan. She delved her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers, fingertips dancing over his obliques and the sensitive area right above his dick. Shit, she was going to make him cry with the anticipation.
“I don’t suppose you have anything on you?”
He shifted a hip up and grabbed his wallet. She shook her head as he passed the condom into her hand. “You’re not supposed to keep these in your wallet.”
“I don’t think twenty-four hours is going to cause it to degrade that much.” He sucked in a couple of breaths, trying to still the eagerness tying his lower gut in pleasurable knots and tingling into his balls. “And you don’t want the ones that are in the dash.”
“Probably not.” She slid slacks and boxers down his legs, and he tried to kick them off without kicking her. Her fingers danced across his inner thighs, and she bit the tender skin there on his injured leg before he felt her tongue trail along the incision scar.
“Holy…” How was that the hottest thing ever? “…fuck.”
“Is that like your favorite word?” Plastic crinkled and she unrolled thin latex on him before tangling her fingers in the hair curling around his base.
“Is teasing like your favorite thing?” He tried not to buck when she ran a tempting fingertip under his balls, nail a delicious scrape on his perineum. He was wrong about making it home—he was going to die, right here, under those light touches and the expectation they aroused.
“You have no idea.” She dragged her tongue across his scrotum, and he didn’t try to muffle a pained groan. “And I aced anatomy too.”
I’d believe itwas his last cognizant thought, and then her mouth was on him, a warm, lush haven even with the latex between them. One hand wrapped around his base, lightly jacking him off, and the other splayed across his abdomen, she built a rhythm with her mouth, pressure and release, a little swirl here and there, that had every muscle in his body tightening further and further, that had pleasure bordering on pain gripping him, until the pressure and tension burst so hard he couldn’t even get a yell from his lungs.
He collapsed, chest heaving and gasps hurting his throat. Her low laughter tickled his ears, and she removed the condom before she draped herself across him, head pillowed on his shoulder. Hell, he couldn’t see the actual stars, with light patterns continuing to dance before his eyes.
Still gasping, he chuckled and lifted a finger. “Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll return the favor.”
