Page 34 of Back in the Country
“Yeah?”
“Take me home.” The words are uttered against my lips, and my cock jerks painfully.
Taking advantage of her slightly open mouth, I devour her in one last breath-stealing kiss before pulling back and opening the door.
Her eyes never leave mine as she climbs into the cab, and it doesn’t escape my notice that her dress hikes up when she sits down, revealing miles of long tanned legs. I swallow hard and adjust myself as I round the hood. I climb into the driver’s seat and send up a silent prayer that we make it home before I completely lose my mind.
13
WAYLON
My tires eat up the asphalt as we race toward Clementine Creek. Marlee has some pop song playing on the radio but I barely notice because her legs have tipped open only slightly this side of decent. She smiles wickedly at me because sheknowswhat she is doing, and it is working.
Good Lord is it working.
Because I can’t resist, I place my palm on her silky-smooth leg and suck in a breath. My fingers squeeze because if I don’t hold on, I am going to slide my fingers right under her panties and make her come before we even get home. I need to wait. Ishouldwait.
But now that she is back—andmine—my self-restraint is nowhere in sight. I need her like I need my next breath.
“You gonna touch me, Way?” She brushes her other leg against the back of my hand so it is basically sandwiched between her thighs. God, what I wouldn’t give to have my head trapped there instead of my hand.
Her delicious sunshine scent surrounds us, and I swear I can smell her arousal. I want to touch her there. I want tofeelif she is as turned on as I am.
“Baby…”
She makes like she is going to pull away and lean into the passenger door, but I grip her thigh harder. She looks at my hand and then drags her gaze to mine.
“You’re sexy when you’re all wound up.”
I don’t even acknowledge her comment. I can’t—because she’s right. Any second now, I’m going to pull off to the side of the road and pull her into my lap. The pep talk of the century is racing through my head because we’re almost home. Weneedto make it home, because I’m out of my mind with need for her.
When her house comes into view, I can’t even sigh in relief because I’m too keyed up. The truck is barely in park before she launches herself into my lap.
“Fuck, Marlee.”
She’s wild as she touches every inch of my body she can reach. Her lips are on my neck, and I have one hand tangled in her hair and one gripping her ass through her dress. I want her naked but—fuck—shouldn’t we wait?
With Marlee sitting in my lap, I have a hard time thinking about anything except the feel of her in my arms. The scent of her envelops me as her lips assault mine. It feels like she is starving for me. My cock jerks against my zipper and she notices, if the rock of her hips is any indication.
“Baby, shouldn’t we be taking this slow?”
That earns me the slightest pause before she is running her hands up under my shirt while trailing kisses across my jaw. My hands grip her hips as I try desperately to focus on what I need to say.
“We don’t have to rush.” The words sound strangled even to my own ears.
“Don’t you think three years was enough waiting?” She sucks my earlobe into her mouth and then bites down. “I want this.”
My hips jerk and I grunt. Her fingers pinching my nipple cause sparks of pleasure to shoot straight to my cock.
“Baby, please.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to be inside me, Waylon?”
Fucking hell.
Gripping her hair in my fist, I pull her back and then slam my lips on hers in a punishing kiss. It’s hot. It’s so fucking hot I can hardly stand it.
“Either come inside or take me to your house, Way,” she demands as she rocks her hips against me. Her hand slides between us and she grips my shaft through my jeans.
