“Can’t wait,” he growled.
“What’s this?” she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.
“A place I know about from way back. Back when I used to get in trouble around these parts.”
Get in trouble.
That’s what she was about to do. Get in trouble with him.
She felt...absolutely elated. She had gone out to the bar tonight to dosomething. To shake things up. She had seen riding the bull as a kind of kickoff tour for her mini Independence Day.
Oh, it wasn’t one she was going to flaunt in front of her brothers or anything like that. It was just acknowledging that sense of resolve from earlier. She was going to have something that was just hers. Choices that were hers.
It had all started with taking this job, she realized. So, it was fitting that the rest of it would involve Levi, too.
“Okay,” she said.
“Still good?”
She gritted her teeth, and then made a decision, feeling much bolder than she should have. She moved her hand over and pressed it against his thigh. He was hard, hot. Then she slid her hand farther up, between his legs, capturing his length through denim. He was big. Oh, Lord, he was big. She hadn’t realized... Well, that just went to show how ignorant she was. Maybe he was average, she didn’t know. But it was a hell of a lot bigger than she had imagined it might be.
It was going to be inside her.
Her internal muscles clenched, and she realized that rather than fear, she was overcome completely by excitement. Maybe that was the perk of waiting twenty-five years to lose your virginity. She was past ready.
He growled, jerking his car off the road and to a turnout spot next to the trees. Then he unbuckled his seat belt and moved over to the center of the bench seat, undoing her belt and hauling her into his lap. He kissed her, deep and hard, matching what had happened back at the bar.
Her head was spinning, her whole body on fire.
He stripped off her T-shirt, quickly and ruthlessly, his fingers deft on her bra. She didn’t even have time to worry about it. Didn’t have time to think. Her breasts were bare, and he was cupping them, sliding calloused thumbs over her nipples, teasing her, enticing her.
She felt like she was flying.
She wanted him to take her wherever this was going. She wanted him to take control. She was used to being the one in control. The one who knew what she was doing. She was a natural in her field, and that meant she always walked in knowing what she was doing. Being the novice was a strange, amazing feeling, and she had the sense that if she’d been with a man any less masterful, it might feel diminishing.
Instead it just felt like—like a weight on her shoulders suddenly lifted. Because he was bearing responsibility for all these feelings of pleasure in her body. He was stoking the need, and soothing it just as quickly. But all the while, a deep, endless ache was building between her legs and she wanted... She needed... She didn’t know.
But she knew that he knew. Oh, yes, he did.
He kissed her neck, cupping her head as he moved lower, as he captured one nipple between his lips and sucked her in deep. It was so erotic, so filthy, and she couldn’t do anything but arch into his touch as he moved his attention to her other breast. He was fulfilling fantasies she hadn’t even known she’d had.
She had just never...thought about doing such a thing. And here he was, not only making it seem appealing, but it was also as if she might die if she didn’t have it.
He pulled his own shirt over his head, tugging her heart against his chest, his muscles, the hair there, adding delicious friction against her nipples, and she squirmed. He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, cupped her head and laid her back, somehow managing to strip her of her jeans and panties in record time in the close confines of the truck. Then he took hold of the buckle on his belt, and she heard the rasp of fabric and metal as he worked the leather strap through, as he undid the zipper on his jeans.
She jumped when he pressed his hand between her thighs, moved his fingers through her slickness, drawing the moisture up over that sensitized bundle of nerves, then slid his thumb expertly back and forth, creating a kind of tension inside her she wasn’t sure she could withstand.
“I’ll make it last longer later,” he said gruffly. “Promise.”
But she didn’t really understand what he meant, and when she heard the tearing of a plastic packet, she only dimly registered what was about to happen. Then he was kissing her again, and she didn’t think. Until the blunt head of his arousal was pushing into her body, until he thrust hard and deep, a fierce, burning sensation claiming any of the pleasure she had felt a moment before.
She cried out, digging her fingernails into his shoulders, trying to blot out the pain that was rolling through her like a storm.
“Faith...”
She tensed up, turning her head away, freezing for a moment. “Don’t say anything,” she whispered.
“Sorry,” he said, sinking more deeply into her, a groan on his lips. “You feel so damn good.”
