Page 12 of Big Hefty Trucker

“Baby,” Finn says. His voice is low and rough. “Look at me.”

I shake my head, holding the throw pillow I’d screamed in close to my chest. I can’t even look at him now. I don’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes. When I don’t respond, his grip on my knee tightens.

“Little girl, look at me,” he growls.

The expression on Finn’s face when I finally make myself look up is startling. I’ve never had someone look at me like this before. His dark eyes are hooded, his lips parted as he breathes heavily. His cheeks have just the barest hint of a flush. He looks … hungry.

My heart begins to pound in my chest as he searches my face. “Do you think being a virgin is something to be embarrassed about?”

“I-I mean …” I didn’t expect him to jump straight for the punch like that. Fine, I can be honest if he doesn’t want to beat around the bush. “I want to write romance novels, but I don’t know anything about sex. I want to go on a date with you, but how am I supposed to keep you interested if I don’t know how to do that?”

Finn takes a sharp breath in through his nose and licks his lips. It’s all I can do to keep from staring at his mouth as his tongue flashes into view. The hand on my knee disappears and suddenly, it wraps around one of mine. I watch in shock as he takes my hand and presses it to the front of his jeans. My stomach twists with desire.

He’s rock hard, his erection pressing into his fly so firmly I wonder if it hurts. Judging by the soft hiss he lets out as I run my fingers over his bulge, it might.

I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before now. Burying my head in a pillow will do that, I guess.

“Are you still worried about keeping me interested?” he groans. His hips buck into my hand as he holds it against his cock. “Because you shouldn’t be.”

Curious, I try to wrap my hand around him through his jeans. “Does it hurt?”

Finn sucks in a breath. “Only because you make me harder than I’ve ever fucking been in my life.”

I try to pull my hand away, surprised at his revelation, but his grip around my wrist is strong.

“You did this to me, Kat,” he explains, dropping his voice as he brushes his lips against my ear. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else and all I did was fuck you with my tongue. Am I the only one to have ever tasted that pussy of yours?”

“Yes,” I breathe. I feel delirious with need. Feeling him like this through his clothes isn’t enough. I want to feel his skin against mine. “It’s just you, only you.”

Finn groans as he starts to pepper my jawline with kisses. “I don’t give a shit if you’re a virgin, little girl. I just care that I’m the only man to have you.”

“Want you to have me,” I whimper, chasing his mouth with mine. I need him. I need him to know I want him more than I’ve ever wanted something in my life. More than writing, more than dumping my finance degree for a literature one, more than independence from my parents. “Want to be your little girl, only yours. Please—”

Abruptly, Finn pulls away. Before I can whine in protest, he’s pulling me up into his arms and suddenly, he throws me over his shoulder.

“Bedroom?” he growls as his fingertips dimple into the sensitive skin of my thighs.

“First door on the left in the hallway.”

In the blink of an eye, he finds the bedroom. My body bounces on the mattress as he tosses me onto the bed. Instead of crawling over me immediately, however, he steps back and takes me in. His gaze feels like a caress as he looks up and down my body, from my legs to the cardigan falling off my shoulder and revealing bare skin.

Just his look has me squirming with need … What will it be like when he finally gets his hands on me?

“Fuck. Look at you, all soft and pretty for me …”

I watch eagerly as he starts to unbutton his shirt. Inch upon inch of muscle is revealed as he goes, until suddenly he tosses the shirt aside. Each and every one of his muscles is defined and flexes as he moves. No wonder he was able to take down the gunman in the store.

He’s not just tall and broad—he’s built like a fortress.

“Like what you see?” he smirks at me as he stalks toward the bed.

I nod wordlessly. I can write all I want about attractive men, but now that Finn’s here, I’m at a loss to describe what I’m seeing.

He takes my lips with his. Heat ignites in my belly. He slips his tongue against the seam of my mouth, and I open to him with a soft whimper. As he devours me, his hands slip up my legs and under my dress.

He groans when his fingertips brush against the edge of my panties. “Did you put something pretty on for me, little girl?”

“Yes,” I gasp. His hands slip under the lace and palm my ass. When he dips a hand down to brush a finger against my slit, I moan. My hips buck into the touch involuntarily. More. I need more. I fight whining for him, but Finn just chuckles at my struggle.

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