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“No, but if it wasn’t I’d be very disappointed. I can barely breathe in it.”
I lean closer and stop millimeters away from her lips. Her breaths quicken and those green eyes darken.
“Yeah?” I scoop her legs out from under her, eliciting a happy and surprised squeal out of her as she grabs hold of my neck. “Sounds like you need rescuing.”
“Oh, I do. Immediately. It’s a dire situation. Better get me home and tear me out of it, Mister Bodyguard.”
This girl is too fucking much. And I can’t get enough.
32
JANE
My body is buzzingwith anticipation by the time we pull into the driveway. Hendrick parks and hurries around the front of the truck to open the passenger door. His eyes are dark with the promise of all-night pleasure.
I turn in the seat so he can help me out, but instead of taking his hand, I widen my legs. His gaze drops. I’m not wearing any panties.
“Fuck, Jane,” he mutters.
“Yes, please.” I am dying to finally have sex with him.
He steps closer, then drops his head between my legs. I expected him to toss me over his shoulder and hurry inside, but this works too.
Hendrick wastes no time. He flattens his tongue over my center and then flicks the tip across my clit. My fingers tangle in his hair and thighs tighten around him.
“You’re so wet, baby.” Glancing up at me, his hazel eyes taunt me. “Have you been flashing that bare pussy around all night without me knowing?”
When I don’t answer, he grazes his teeth over my inner thigh.
“No.” I shake my head. I’m already so close. I don’t know how he does it. He plays my body like he owns it. “I took them off at the restaurant.”
“Because?” He pushes a finger inside as he continues to lick and suck.
I grind into his face. I’m so freaking close.
“Why, Jane?” He pulls back a fraction, then glides his tongue over me slowly. My whole body shudders around him. “Were you hoping I’d be so desperate to have you that I’d reach over during the drive and slip my fingers into this drenched pussy?”
“Yes,” I pant.
He adds another finger. I moan loudly into the quiet night. I don’t care if anyone hears. I need to come more than I need my next breath.
“I’m always that desperate for you, but I wanted you splayed out in my bed where I could worship you from head to toe.”
“Yes,” I repeat. Oh god, that sounds so good.
“Yes, as in you want me to stop and take you inside?” he asks as he increases the pace of his fingers thrusting in and out of me.
“Please don’t stop, but yes.”
He chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’m going to let you come and then I’m going to take you inside and do it all over again just the way I planned.”
The only words after that are the ones I mutter incoherently as he buries his head between my legs and makes me come so hard that the world becomes hazy and my legs are useless.
He finds a napkin in the glove box and cleans me up, then offers me his hand.
“I don’t think I can walk yet,” I say as I shift to step down.
With a pleased smile, he scoops me up into his arms. I rest my head against his shoulder while he carries me to the front door. Voices inside are loud, but I can’t make out who or what’s going on.
