Chapter Five
Charlotte
I’ve never thought of myself as the fast and easy type, but right now I can’t help myself.
Jake is perfect.
I mean, I know deep down that can’t be true. He must have faults. For a second, I wonder what they are but that thought is squashed by my lips pressing against his, and his massive hand scrubbing against the side of my face, by the growl deep in his throat as he pulls me closer and tangles his tongue with mine.
I’m not even sure what’s happening, I only know I like it, and I don’t want it to stop.
His hand grips my thigh as we roll toward the stop light in the center of town. “Damn, you’re gonna have to stop or I’m going to make bad decisions.”
“Make them,” I pant, one hand in his beard, the other on his chest, twisting at the buttons on his shirt. “Make bad decisions with me.”
Glancing down, I notice the hard length of his cock stretching along the inside leg of his jeans. For some reason, knowing he’s struggling with his need for me makes me want him even more.
“You’re young, sweet girl. You don’t know what you’re getting into, and I have very bad intentions.”
The light turns green, and he presses his foot down on the gas harder than necessary, jolting us forward as he shifts into gear with his free hand.
“Maybe I have worse intentions.”
He laughs under his breath. “Don’t toy with me.”
“I’m not toying with you,” I say, dragging my hand down his inked forearms and onto his lap. “I feel so safe with you.”
A moment later, he’s pulling the truck into the woods outside of town, tucking behind a grove of pine and a snowbank the plow has pushed forward with a season’s worth of snow. The heat from the truck floods warmth through the vents as I climb up onto his lap.
I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’ve never felt an urge like this in my life, but I keep moving like I’ve been here a thousand times before. Maybe it’s because everything feels natural with Jake. Like his hands know exactly where to go. Like his lips are following a path. Like his fingertips already know the exact amount of pressure I like.
He reaches down and pushes the seat back, giving us more room to move. “Damn, baby.” He wraps his hand against the back of my neck and pulls me in, kissing me like I’m a prize, like he’s been waiting for me, like I’m the one. It’s a dangerous thought to have but I let myself believe it anyway.
I wonder if he’s letting himself believe it too.
I grind against his lap without thought, desperate to find friction from any solid object I can get against my throbbing clit. He picks up on this quickly and moves his knee in place between my legs, offering me a place to rock back and forth as he kisses my neck and squeezes my breasts.
“You’re so fucking soft,” he growls as he scrapes his teeth against the lobe of my ear, spreading a wet, hot shiver down my spine.
This is wrong. I know it’s wrong. Technically, he’s my boss. My much, much older boss, but none of that matters right now. Right now, we’re two people in a moment that no one else can stop. Right now, whatever this is,it’s for us.
I rock back and forth against his knee, biting back the sounds that slip from my lips as the windows fog.
“Can you come for me, little lamb?”
Little lamb?I’m not sure where that’s coming from, but I love it. I want to be his little everything.
“Can you scream out for me? I’m desperate for your pretty sounds.” He clenches his jaw as he speaks and thrusts upward slightly as though he’s as impatient as I am.
Reaching between us, I unbuckle his jeans and run my hand down over his hard length. He’s so big, so thick, so long.
God, I want him!
“You did that to me, little lamb. You’re making me so hard.”
My clit throbs as the words leave his lips. I want to pull his cock out. I want to slide him inside of me. I want to lick him, touch him, and know what he feels like, but he’s huge, the angle is awkward, and I don’t think I could get him free without more room.
He leans in and growls, scraping his teeth against my shoulder. “I can see what you’re thinking. You want me inside of you, don’t you?”
