“I want to,” I say in a husky tone I don’t even recognize as mine.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Maverick
I think you like the idea of me being bossy when I fuck you.
Christ. I should wash my own fucking mouth out with soap.
I spent most of last night listing off the reasons in my head why I can’t fuck Hannah.
And here I am the very next morning—kissing her happy birthday, something that was completely unplanned, and now flirting with her and talking dirty to her.
Maybe if I kiss her—really kiss her—I can let her go without taking it further.
I’ll give her a stomach-clenching, moan-inducing kiss, the kind she deserves and I bet has never gotten.
And that should be enough.
Hannah will feel like she’s moved past her asshole ex, and we can travel onward as friends.
I glance over at her just as she licks her lips. That pink pout was made for kissing.
And a rest area is just ahead.
When I reach the turn-off, I put on my signal and pull off.
“You need the bathroom?” Hannah asks me.
I’m too wound up to answer her.
Out here in the middle of the empty Nevada desert, I’m going to make sure Hannah feels anything but alone.
I drive through the parking lot until I find a lone parking space that’s tucked away behind an outcropping of rocks and a few cacti. From this spot, no other vehicles are in sight. I put the truck into park and cut the engine.
I unbuckle my seat belt and reach over to do the same for Hannah’s.
“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t need to use the restroo—”
Her words are cut off by my mouth covering hers.
I cup the back of her head with one hand and sink my fingers into her silky hair as I take control of the kiss. I nibble and suck on her bottom lip before tracing the seam of her lips, begging her to give me entry.
She lets out a little squeak of surprise. But then, she comes alive.
Her arms snake around my neck, and she pulls me closer.
Right before she kisses the hell out of me. She slides her tongue inside my mouth so fast I groan against her lips. My hand is suddenly between her knees and I’m half off my seat in an effort to get closer to her.
Fuck it.
I bring both my hands to her hips and lift her off her seat and onto my lap.
She wraps her legs around my waist and presses so tightly against me that I can feel her wet heat through her shorts.
I’m so hard it’s painful. And my cock isn’t exactly in a good position.
“Hold on.”
