Her breathy chuckle goes straight to my throbbing cock that wants inside her right fucking now. “Dirt road up ahead.”
Her hand snakes its way under the zippered fly of my jeans, and I slam on the brakes when I almost miss the side road.
“Behave.”
She licks up my neck. “Make me.”
She can count on it. “Those are dangerous words, Kitten.”
“I hope so,” she replies, and I almost come in her hand when she strokes the barbell piercing like it’s her favorite plaything.
Deciding we’re far enough from the road where no one can see us, I hastily throw the truck into park, not bothering to turnoff the engine. Grabbing the back of her neck, I haul her to me and plunder her sweet mouth, the taste of her making me feral.
Moaning into our kiss, she fumbles with the seat belt. “Get this thing off me.”
I nudge her hands out of the way and do it myself. As soon as she’s free, she clambers into my lap, not caring that the steering wheel must be digging into her back, and our kiss goes from desperate to nuclear. The sultry mewl she makes is like wildfire to dry kindling, and she makes it almost impossible not to ravage her right here in the driver’s seat.
Taking her hips, I grind her against my aching cock. Her head dips on a moan, her jasmine-scented hair spilling over her shoulders like a golden waterfall, but it’s her radiant smile that truly wrecks me, hitting me straight in the chest. I’m completely captivated as I watch her move, her body a wonderland of sybaritic delights. Elizabeth is a paradox—a masterpiece of contrasts. Fearless and tender, yet soft and sweet. Innocent and sexy. Daring and brilliant. I’m addicted to her, consumed by her. Crave her. Love her with every decrepit, blackened part of my soul.
Those gorgeous clover-green eyes sparkle under the moonlight coming in through the windshield when they look at me. No woman has ever looked at me the way she does. Elizabeth sees past all the bullshit and ego and the walls I was forced to build to survive. She sees the lost little boy and the man he became. She sees the heart he holds out to her, begging for her to take it, knowing it will always be safe with her.
“You deserve better.” My voice wavers with unwanted vulnerability.
There’s a shift behind her pale greens, like the tiniest of embers igniting into the most dangerous of blazes. “I deserveyou, just the way you are.”
Nothing I have done in my life warrants such a gift. “I love you so fucking much.”
She brings my hand up to rest over her heart, something I’ve noticed she likes doing. I count the fast beats that pulse under my palm. Our eyes meet, and she destroys me when she says, “And never doubt, not for one second, that I fucking love you right back, Fallon Parker Montgomery.”
I go rigid at her declaration. I’ve spent a lifetime longing to hear her say those words, but somehow, hearing them now seems unreal. During our night of confessions in Barcelona when I told her about my childhood, she said she loved me. But I knew it was the love of a friend she was offering, not the love of her heart. Her heart belonged to Ry. But it was a nice fantasy to live in for a little while.
Love had always been a lie in my world. Something used to manipulate, control, or abuse. I told Elizabeth as such. I didn’t want it, didn’t think myself capable of feeling it. Never believed in it.
Until her.
“What did you say?”
“I love you.” The truth of her feelings shines within the tears in her eyes.
Time collapses. Every agonizing night spent longing for her coalesces into this one fragile, breathless moment.She loves me.The words unravel years of restraint, of convincing myself that she would never—could never—love me the way I loved her. Love me the way she loved Jay and Ry. But she does. Holy fuck, shedoes.
She takes my face and presses a tender kiss to my mouth. “I love you, Fallon,” she says again, and hearing her say it a third time hits me just as hard.
I want to tell her that she has been the rhythm of my heartbeat for as long as I can remember, but for some reason,the words can’t get past the constriction in my throat. A sharp, ragged breath tears through me, leaving my chest aching, and my hands tremble as if afraid to reach for what I’ve always wanted.
Like I’m afraid to touch something so fragile, my fingertips brush along her cheek. “Say it again,” I husk out, my voice hoarse and laced with need.
Her smile blossoms. “I love?—”
I don’t give her a chance to finish because my lips crash onto hers.
Our spoken words of love linger sweetly around us, but the way we go at each other is far from it.
“There’s a blanket in the back. Hurry,” she says as she slides her hands under my shirt to play with my nipples.
I groan when she gyrates her hips, the friction a delicious ache against my rock-hard dick. “Hold on to me,” is all the warning I give.
Opening the driver’s side door, she bands her legs around me as I carry her out of the truck.
