Page 44 of Trucker
I nodded.
“She wasn’t that. I wanted to make sure she knew what I was thinking going in. And she was good with that. Then we started dating and—I guess we were both busy.”
I paused, accepting what was.
“Life is unpredictable.” I exhaled hard. “We never know what’s going to happen. What she felt for me changed and that’s really no one’s fault. But—its embarrassing, really. Maybe I was the issue. Hell, I was the issue.”
“I’d have sex with you—any time you want it. Any way you like it.”
I opened my eyes to look at her, but she was already packing her things and scrambling toward the door. Instead of going after her, I let it go—for that moment. I was more than a hundred percent sure she hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
I’d have sex with you—any time you want it. Anyway you like it.
“Damn, Taji. How do I unhear that.”
Glancing back, she’d disappeared into the house.
I could barely breathe as I played that line over in my head.
My imagination ran wild with the thoughts it conjured up. And it wasn’t that I wanted them to invade my head.
No, I couldn’t stop them.
I couldn’t help letting myself imagine her body, bare in the soft sunlight, as she towered over me.
I could imagine her breasts filling my palms as she rode me until she came.
Biting into my bottom lip, I wondered if she was that shy with other men, or if it was just with me.
Entering the house, I found her in the office staring out the window, a cup of something in her hand.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” Taji said.
“Why not?” I entered the space to stand directly behind her. “You spoke your mind—I’m not mad about it. If anything—Taji, look at me.”
“Maybe tomorrow. My face is on fire.” She huffed softly. “And I don’t have whiskey.”
Taking her shoulders, I turned her to face me, then moved forward until she was sitting on the bay window. When I leaned in, she gasped and closed her eyes.
“No.” I tipped her chin up. “You don’t get this body unless you’re willing to look at it.”
“Damn—my heart is beating so fast.”
Exhaling softly, I brushed my lips against hers—gently at first, then harder. She whimpered and caught a handful of my shirt in a fist, holding me close. Taking that as permission, I dragged the tip of my tongue across her lips until she opened them for me.
I kissed Taji Sloane then—freely and deeply.
Each time she made a soft sound in the back of her throat, I kissed her deeper and harder.
Taji melted against my chest, tugging me into her and wrapping her arms around my neck while caressing the flesh at the nape of my neck.
Each pass of her tongue over mine made my cock harder.
Soon, having it in the confines of my clothes became a problem.
By the time I lifted my mouth to breathe, I was so hard, it took everything in me not to touch myself.
Instead, I allowed her to take my lips and my control.
