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How can she not feel the way I feel about her? What else do I need to do?
“Can you put this thing in drive and get us back to the ranch ASAP? Otherwise, I’m about to crawl across this seat into your lap.”
I suck in a breath.That was not at all what I was expecting to come out of her mouth.
As I stare back at her, I silently thank whatever force in the universe made sure Brynn didn’t run for the hills after tonight. Because if I’m being honest, she’d have every damn right to.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Brynn
Would it be so bad if I did crawl into his lap right now? He’s injured and can’t do a lot of movement anyway.
Would I hurt him if I was in his lap?
I don’t wait for his reply. Instead, I reach down and unzip his pants.
“Brynn, what are you doing?”
“We’re on a practically deserted road,” I say dismissively as I slide my hand into his boxers.
He’s already rock hard, and heat pools between my legs in preparation for what comes next. I lean down and lick his shaft.
“Brynn,” he groans.
He reaches downward and moves his seat back.
Now we’re talking.
I take that as permission and waste no time engulfing his length in my mouth. The salty taste of his skin mingles with my saliva as I bob my head up and down. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my movements.
“God, Brynn,” he moans. “You’re so good at that.”
I hum in response, sending vibrations through his shaft. His hips buck involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into my throat. I gag slightly but don’t stop. The thrill of doing this here, now, with the danger of being caught, only heightens my arousal.
I release him with a pop and look up, meeting his lust-filled gaze. “I want you inside me,” I breathe.
In one fluid motion, I straddle his lap, careful not to jostle him or put too much weight on him. I guide him to my entrance, already slick with desire, and bunch my dress in my hands. Slowly, I lower myself onto him, savoring the stretch and fullness. We both groan in unison as I take him to the hilt.
“Brynn,” he whispers, his hands gripping my hips. “We shouldn’t…”
But his actions betray his words as he guides me into a slow, sensual rhythm. I roll my hips, taking him deeper with each movement. The confined space of the truck cab adds to the intensity, our bodies pressed close together.
Whoa, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I’ve never been this reckless to have sex in a pretty public place. I mean, yes, we’re off on a side road of sorts, but anyone can see us if they drive by, and I don’t care.
I can only think about how he makes me feel when he’s inside of me.
I lean in to capture his lips in a heated kiss, swallowing his moans. My hands roam his chest, careful to avoid too much pressure. The danger of our situation, the thrill of potentially being caught, sends sparks of excitement through my body.
“You feel so good,” I murmur against his ear, nipping at the lobe.
His hands slide up my sides before tugging at the straps of my dress. His hand dips into the top of my dress as he pulls my breasts out. His thumb runs across one nipple as his mouthlatches onto the other. His tongue runs in circles, mimicking what his thumb is doing to the other one.
“Fuck!” I scream as I buck forward.
My cry echoes in the small space of the truck cab, and for a moment, I worry someone might have heard. But then his teeth graze my nipple, and all thoughts of discovery flee my mind.
