Page 59 of Bullseye
Bullseye
The blizzard conditions make it challenging just pulling around to the side of the building—I can’t imagine what it would have been like for her, all alone on her bike out here… No. I push that out of my mind and concentrate on the fact that she’s here, safe and warm, in my truck.
“We won’t be able to keep the engine running all night,” I explain as I yank off my gloves. “It’s dangerous. And as much as we’re not going to want to, we’ll have to crack the windows to reduce the risk of carbon monoxide poisoning.”
“Yes.” Her eyes blink lazily. She’s not paying any attention to what I’m saying—but she is watching my lips move… and damn, how I want them moving on her now…
My attraction to her is so great, right now I don’t even give a damn about finding out why she ran. We have all night for that. And hopefully, the entire ride back to Hoppa.
“C’mere,” I murmur, taking her by her jacket and pulling her closer to me. “Damn, right now, even though I’ve got to climb over it every time I need to get to the back area, I am so glad this old truck has a bench seat.”
“Me too.”
“Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”
“Yes,” she mumbles.
As I draw her nearer, she gives herself to me, like putty in my hands. She wants this, maybe even as much as I do. But as much as I want to make love to her, she scared me when she left, and because of it, I’ve got thisneedto control her and bend her into submission…
Aw, hell. Truth is, around Seneca, I always have that desire. She makes me feel so damned masculine.
Reaching out, I find the top of the zipper of her jacket and unzip it. Pushing it off of her shoulders, it stalls, stuck around her arms. She reaches out to pull it off of her arms and over her wrists.
“No,” I snap without meaning to.
Looking up at me, her eyes are wide and filled with passion. Shaking my head, I reach out and pull her jacket gently off of one arm and then the other, and then lay it out on the dashboard to dry.
Sitting there in her long-sleeved, lilac-colored shirt, she looks young and beautiful. When she looks up into my eyes, for a moment I see the girl in the picture on my computer screen… the Long Island princess. I imagine her in her parents’ mansion, sitting on her king-sized bed in her room with purple-painted walls, with a fleet of cars and butlers and maids at her disposal—and I can’t help but wonder, what happened to make her the kick-ass woman she is today? Whatever it was, as long as it didn’t hurt her, I’m grateful for it.
Taking the hem of her shirt, I pull it up, over her head and off of her, and then lay it on the dashboard, next to her jacket. She shakes her head to let her hair fall gracefully into position, and I smile at the black tank top she’s wearing.
“It’s like one of those Christmas presents people wrap up in a box inside of a box…”
Slipping my fingers under the bottom of her tank top, she shivers.
“Sorry.” Pulling my hands back, I blow warm breath into my cupped hands and rub them together. “They’re cold.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “It’s okay. They don’t bother me.”
“And finally, the last box.” Slipping my fingers under the hem of her tank top again, I slide it up over her head. Then, reaching around behind her with one hand, I unhook her bra and slide it off of her.
Her gorgeous, full breasts spring forward, and she shivers again.
“Cold?” I ask.
“No.” Shaking her head, she bites the bottom of her lip and it nearly sends me over the edge. “Just excited.”
All I want to do is to reach out, grab her, tear off her jeans and chaps, pull her onto my lap, and make love to her, but there’s a long, cold night ahead of us, and so I’m going to take my time. My gaze falls to her nipples… Damn. They’re already tight and erect, and I need them. But first…
Stroking her cheek gently, she nuzzles against my palm. Placing both of my hands on the sides of her face, I tilt her head backward and moving closer, I kiss her gently on the lips. Without letting go, I pull back and look into her eyes. Her pupils are dilated, and she wants more…
Taking my hand from her cheek, I move it slowly toward her mouth. As I run my thumb across her pouty bottom lip, she parts her lips. Damn, this woman is sexy.
Pushing down on her bottom lip, I open her mouth and slide my thumb in.
“Mm…” she moans, as her tongue teases the tip of my finger. Dropping her jaw open more, I push my thumb in farther… She runs her tongue from the base of my thumb to the tip, before settling into a pattern and rhythm of licking and sucking.
“Fuck!” Moving in my seat, I’ve got to calm myself, before I burst through my jeans.
