Page 36 of Wild Child
A car whizzes past and beeps its horn. I break away from Charlie, and she giggles. Her makeup is smudged with what I hope are happy tears, and I wipe one away with her thumb.
“Come on. Let’s go back to the hotel.”
I take her hand, but she resists my pull. When I turn back to her, a cheeky smile dances over her lips.
“Why wait?”
She steps toward me, and her hand slides over my chest. Her fingertips send heat coursing through me even through the t-shirt I’m wearing.
The backs of my thighs hit the front of the truck and she presses herself against me, crushing her body against mine.
My hands grab her hips, and even through the layers of clothes she feels amazing. Her fingers explore my chest until they hook under the bottom of my t-shirt. She starts to lift it up, and I put my hand up.
“Whoa, hold up. We can’t do this here.”
She fixes me with her cheeky smile, and her eyebrows rise in a challenge.
“Why not?”
I glance around us at the dark fields and the lights of the highway that stretch in both directions with cars speeding past.
“Because we’re on the side of the road.”
Even as I say it she grinds into me, and my dick pays attention. My pulse quickens at what she seems to be suggesting. Taking her right here, on the side of the road where anyone driving past could see us.
Charlie leans in until her warm breath grazes my ear. At the same time her fingers slide under my t-shirt, and her touch on my bare skin is like a blast of heat inside of me.
“Come on, sergeant,” she whispers into my ear. “Live a little.”
She nibbles at my earlobe and her fingers travel up my torso and squeeze one nipple, sending new explosions of sensation through my body.
“Charlie…”
I can’t resist her. I’ve held out for too long, and my defenses are weakened. But I’m not letting her seduce me. This time, I’m taking control.
I launch myself off the front of the truck, and she stumbles at the sudden move. I catch her in my arms and practically drag her around the side of the truck.
We’re shielded here. No cars flying past will see what we’re up to behind the truck, and there’s nothing but dark fields in front of us.
I push her up against the side of the vehicle and run my hands down her leather-clad body.
“You want me to take you here on the side of the road?”
I nip at her throat as I say it, and she tilts her head back as a soft moan escapes her lips.
“Yes, Quentin.”
My hand slides up the side of her breast, and I squeeze it through the leather. She responds with another moan that makes my dick twitch. But I hesitate.
“But it’s your first time, Charlie. You should be on a bed with rose petals around you.”
She chuckles her throaty laugh. “Stop over-thinking it, Quentin. It’s what we both want.”
As she says it, her hand snakes down my torso and squeezes my hard dick. There’s no denying what I want. What we both want.
I should take her back to the hotel and make it sweet for her. But she’s leaning against the truck, her eyes dark with desire, breathless and needy.
Her hand slides over the bulge in my pants.
