Page 120 of Reckless
Theo tugs the passenger side door of his truck open, but rather than letting me get in, he pushes ahead and steps up into the truck himself.
“What are you—”
Before I can finish my question, he hauls me up like I weigh nothing, positions me straddling his lap, and slams the truck door.
“What are you—” I try again, fingers already sliding up the back of his neck, tickling the base of his close-cropped hair. But he kisses me, stealing any words or coherent thoughts right out of my mouth.
“There’s no way I’m going to make it home without getting inside you first. This dress has been making me hard all night.”
“You told me to wear something slutty.” I giggle against his lips, going back in for more. “But this is a busy parking lot.”
“And?” His mouth drags down the side of my neck, toward the line of my jaw, while his hands travel under the loose baby doll dress I chose for tonight. It’s flowy with lace details. Each bodice strap ties in a bow at the crest of my shoulders.
It looks really cute with my cowboy boots.
“Someone could see us.”
His hand tugs my panties to the side, stroking me. And I’m already wet.
“Good. Haven’t you figured out I have a thing for that? Go ahead. Get loud.” His mouth works across my collarbones. “I hope someone sees you riding my cock. Screaming my name. I hope they tell everyone. Print it in whatever shitty little newspaper they have in this town. Take out a roadside billboard.”
“Rude.” I huff out a laugh as he tugs down one strap and pulls my nipple into his mouth, licking and circling it. My hips rock when he bites the sensitive peak before pulling the opposite strap down to give both sides equal attention.
He leans back to admire me, breasts bare and heaving. “So fucking pretty.”
And with his eyes on me, I feel beautiful. I don’t wish it was darker. I don’t wish he’d hurry up and shift his eyes somewhere else. I could lie naked in front of him and luxuriate in the way he appreciates my body.
Suddenly, the need to feel him inside me is overwhelming. My hands are at his jeans. His belt. He’s lifting his hips. I’m tugging them down. He’s fisting his length and running the thick head of it through my wet core.
I’m impatient though. With one hand on each of his shoulders, I sink down an inch. He’s notched inside me, and my head falls back in relief.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“So fucking tight.” He doesn’t move, but he groans.
I move down another inch and his hands grip my ass. A light tremor moves through them as he caresses me. “You trying to kill me, Tink?”
I don’t respond, opting to drop my lips to his neck, to kiss him the way he kissed me.
The dip at the base of his throat.
The bump and scar on his collarbone.
Back up to his ear, where I nip at him and then whisper, “No one has ever made me feel so good. Like I don’t need changing or fixing. Like I don’t need saving. Everything is so rushed with us sometimes. I just want to savor you for a minute.”
I kiss his stubble. Beside his mouth. He doesn’t respond, but I don’t give him a chance, because I press my mouth to his in a searing kiss as I lower myself slowly. My hands move over his pecs and shoulders while his roam my back, always returning to squeeze my ass.
He groans into my mouth when I finally drop onto his full length. I feel him swell inside me, filling every bit of space. Like he was made for me.
“Theo.” I nuzzle into his neck, arching my back to push my ass into his grip as I rotate my hips.
“Have you figured out how to make yourself come since that night?”
“Yes.”
Over and over again while I thought of you and the way you made me see stars.
“Show me.” He gathers the skirt of my dress and bunches it at my hips. “Lean back. Play with your pussy and come on my cock. I want to watch you again.”
