Page 14 of Our Sweet Destiny
Chapter Eight
JADE FLUNG HER body toward the door, trying to escape. Rex was too big, too strong—an immovable wall. He grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and held them over her head. In an effort to push him away with her feet, she fell back on the bench of the truck, taking him with her. Her hands were still held captive in his palm, his other hand pressed into the bench beside her head. Her body lay beneath him, and boy, did he feel good. His hardness against her leg sent shocks through her core.
Face-to-face, breath-to-breath, they didn’t say a word.
Kiss me. Just kiss me already.She could barely breathe under the weight of him, but she didn’t care. Her body ached for him, and she had no control of her hips as they pressed against his, or her chest as she arched toward him. She had to know how his lips felt on hers even if for only one kiss. Her heart might burst from her chest if he didn’t kiss her soon.
“I told you not to move,” he finally said. His words were forced, harsh.
Jade couldn’t answer. All she could do was remember to breathe in and breathe out as he released her wrists, swung her legs into the truck, and flung the truck door closed. She lay there in the awkward position, her arms high above her head, her legs on the floor, the vee between her legs pulsing, wanting, and then his door was open and he was settling into the driver’s seat. Jade pulled herself to an upright position as he started the car. Her pulse still raced, her body still ached, and he wouldn’t even look at her.
When they turned off the highway into Weston, her urges and her anger simmered to a boil.
“You had no right to kidnap me. I was just fine. Maybe I wanted to be with that guy. Maybe it felt good that he wanted to be with me. You don’t know what I was—”
Rex looked at her from the corner of his eye. He drove down the three-mile stretch of rural road that led to her father’s property. Trees lined the pavement and arched over the road like an umbrella, creating a long, dark tunnel.
“Look at you. What kind of a man throws a woman into a truck like a hostage? What kind of a man doesn’t talk to her?” Jade didn’t feel the truck slowing beneath her as she flung accusation after accusation at the man who had just saved her from a guy who wanted nothing more than to screw her. “Look at you, sitting there all smug and proud of yourself for rescuing me. What the heck makes you think I wanted to be rescued?”
REX COULDN’T SPEAK. He didn’t trust himself to say one single word to her, not when she was all riled up, with her breasts heaving up and down, calling out to him. When she was beneath him, it took all of his willpower not to answer the plea of her pressing hips. She smelled so sweet, he had to stifle a groan when she pressed her breasts into his chest.
Every accusation she thrust about his manhood spurred him on. Desire had been mounting all night as he’d watched her press her body against that guy on the dance floor, the guy’s hand sliding down to her butt. If she said one more word about him being a man, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself. A man could take only so much before he gave in to the urges that adrenaline and testosterone pumped through him.
“What kind of a man hauls a woman over his shoulder like a sack of feed? I swear, Rex Braden, no wonder my father hates your family.”
Rex swerved to the side of the road and slammed the truck into Park. Jade flew across the seat, falling into his arms. He could taste the sweet alcohol on her breath. Every nerve caught fire with the weight of her hips against him. He tried to deaden his simmering rage, and as he pulled her closer and looked into those seductive sea-blue eyes, he recognized that simmering heat for what it was and lowered his mouth to hers. Her body went rigid, then relaxed beneath his touch as he deepened the kiss. Every lick of her tongue gave rise beneath the zipper of his jeans.Man, she tasted good. He explored her mouth with his tongue, learning every curve, the arch of her palette, then drew away with her lower lip between his teeth. She licked the tender spot, and he had to have her again, had to savor her. His mouth was on hers and he never wanted to come up for air. He placed his hand beneath her silky hair and pulled her mouth tighter against him. She moaned as he dropped his hand to her waist. She was so small in his grasp, so feminine and sweet. He’d waited to feel her lips on his for nearly fifteen years, and they were everything he’d dreamed and more.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her legs beneath her, leaning forward on her knees as she kissed him deeper.
He parted from her long enough to look down at her dress hiked up to the crest of her thighs, her knees opened to him, and her eyes—those deep valleys of blue—tantalized his already raging desire.
“You’re freaking delicious. I’ve wanted to taste you for years.”
“Taste me,” she said, and reached for his mouth again. She took his hand and drew it to her thigh.
Rex’s chest swelled with need as he ran his hand beneath the edge of her dress. Something in the back of Rex’s mind told him to stop. His father would never forgive him if he found out that Rex had dishonored him this way. But he knew he had entered territory from which he could not retreat.
“Rex,” she said breathlessly, trailing kisses down his neck to the ridge of his shoulder, where she sucked until he thought he might lose his mind.
He buried the lingering thoughts of his father and wrapped his arm around Jade’s waist. In one swift move, she was beneath him, and his hands were on the move, soaking in her sweet curves, the heat of her body. She fumbled with his shirt, and he tugged it over his head, dropping it on the floor.
She leaned up and kissed his bare chest, her delicate hands moving over his skin. He groaned as she continued her exploration of his pecs. He couldn’t breathe; he had to have more of her. He kissed her again, lowering her down, and then he pulled her dress up to her neck. Her eyes danced with challenge and desire.
Her skin shimmered against the darkness. “Sweet mother of all things holy, you arebeautiful,” he growled.
She grasped the back of his head and pulled him into another scorching kiss, before he broke away and kissed a slow path south, needing more. His eyes met hers, silently seeking approval, which she gave in the form of pushing him lower, guiding him just where she wanted him.
