“Rowd?”
“Fuck,” he said with one last thunk.
“Sweet Face, I’m not in any rush. I’ve had plenty of sex, and I enjoy the company of my own hand just fine. I’m not lying when I say that you hold all the cards. If this is too much?—”
Whatever else I was gonna say was smothered as he yanked me down for a kiss. Before I could process it, his tongue was in my mouth and he was plastered against my body, almost like he was trying to become one with it.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I dove into the kiss, running my hands up and down his back. My fingertips drifted across his waistline in the back and I drew them back up, not wanting a repeat of the disastrous kiss in my bedroom.
We kissed and kissed until we finally had to rip ourselves away from each other for oxygen.
“Touch my ass,” he gasped. “Please fucking touch my ass.”
This man would never not surprise me.
“I’ll do you one better.”
I took his mouth in another deep, searching kiss as I curved my hands around his petite, round cheeks. Then, with very little effort, I lifted him up. His legs immediately went around my waist without so much as a break in the kissing.
Another assumption destroyed: Rowdy hadn’t been lying about the steel rod in his jeans.
I kept my hands on his ass, pulling him to me as we continued to kiss. His erection was trapped between our bodies and he rutted against me. I held him one-handed as I adjusted myself.
While that was much, much better, it left the bottom of his ass teasing across the head of my cock. I cursed the barely-there pressure, not sure if it was a blessing or a malediction. Holding his tiny ass in my hands, I let my fingers settle into the crack, or as much as they could with his Wranglers in the way.
Only when my lungs were burning for oxygen did I pull back from the kiss, then nearly lost my balance when he cursed the separation.
“You doing all right? You okay with where I’m touching you?”
He nipped at my lower lip. “More than okay.”
“Yeah?” I kissed his cheek. “We can bring the temperature down, if you’d like.”
“No,” he said softly, his eyes almost bashful as they met mine. “No one’s ever made me feel this good before.”
Wait till you’re comfortable enough to let me fuck you.
I grimaced at my own horniness.Now’s not the time to be thirsty, Kess.
I lost my next thought when he attacked my mouth. Within seconds, he was humping my abs, grunting and moaning as if he were about to pop off.
“You trying to come for me, baby?” I asked the next time we came up for air.
“Want to,” he huffed out, “Can’t. Need more friction, something.”
I spun us toward the truck, sandwiching him against the driver-side door. He cried out as I adjusted to give him the pressure he needed, and he moved his hips, gasping for relief, completely unaware of our surroundings.
Finally, he let out a frustrated cry and pushed back, sliding out of my hold.
“I’m sorry,” I said, worried that I’d gone too far. “Was that too much?”
He glared up at me, agitated as a freshly bathed cat.
“No. I get so close and then I get in my head or the angle is wrong or I run out of breath and I feel like my balls are about to fucking explode.”
I scanned the area, then pulled us farther into the shadows.
“Can I fix that for you?” I asked, letting a predatory smile take over my lips. “Nothing too serious. Just a quick hand job to relieve the pressure?”
