"Christ, Hattie," he growls against my skin. "You feel how good this is?"
"Yes," I choke.
"That's because you were made to take this cock." He bites my nipple through my dress, dragging it through his teeth. "I'm going to ruin this pretty little pussy with it, make sure my name is the only one you ever moan."
I claw his back, pretty sure he's already accomplished his mission. When I touch myself from now on, this will be what I think about—him inside me, fucking me so deep I can't breathe or think. Him inside me, telling me how good I feel wrapped around him and how perfect I sound moaning his name.
He shifts positions slightly, striking some spot inside me that has my hips bucking off the seat.
"Oh, baby." His dark chuckle hits me low in the abdomen. "Did I find your spot?"
"Yes!"
"Good. I'm going to keep hitting it until you're screaming and coming all over me," he growls. "And then I'm taking you home with me, and we're going to do it again."
He slams inside me again, his pace brutal perfection. Every thrust steals my breath and leaves me reeling. Every touch lights me up like fireworks. I claw and gasp and moan, not caring if anyone hears us. I'm not even sure I'd care if they lined up outside the truck to watch at this point.
He slips a hand between our bodies, his rough fingers finding my clit.
"Sidney!" I shout, my mind going wild when he rubs frantic circles. Every sensation in my body shrinks to two points—where he's touching me and where he's inside me. It's all I feel.
"Not stopping until you come all over me, butterfly," he growls, raking his teeth down the side of my throat. "Give it to me before I fuck you apart at the seams."
He's already doing that. I'm unraveling, atom by atom, piece by piece.
"Fuck. I love the way you feel wrapped around me right now," he groans. "I can feel how close you are to losing it, Hattie." He drives into me again, grunting a curse. "Don't make me keep you on my cock all night."
I'm not sure if it's his threat or the pure male satisfaction in his voice when he says it—like he can't think of a single thing he'd rather do than fuck me all night—but something about that does it for me. My inner muscles clamp down on him, his name ripping from my throat in a loud cry as I splinter into pieces.
I come so hard I see stars. They circle my head, sending me catapulting into space. I try to breathe through it, but I can't. All I can do is cling to him, his name still echoing around us.
He grunts, a dark, wild sound, and then drives into me twice more before planting himself deep. His body locks up, my name rumbling from his lips in a loud crack of sound as his cock jerks, his cum spilling inside me in a hot rush.
It's only when I feel it that I realize he's not wearing a condom. And, God help me, but something about that realization has me tumbling over the edge all over again.
When I finally catch my breath, he's rolled us so that I'm cradled in his arms, my face buried in his throat. His whole body moves every time he breathes. I feel his heart beating wildly against my chest.
"You didn't wear a condom," I whisper into the silence.
He goes still for a long moment before tipping my head back. His eyes meet mine in the dark. "I'll always be bare with you," he says.
I have no idea what that means. Absolutely none. But I know he means it. I see the intensity glittering like stars in his eyes.
"Don't regret it," he whispers like it might breakhimif I do.
"I don't," I say, my throat raw. Isn't that the issue currently freaking me out? He just fucked me without a condom, and I don't regret it, not even a little bit.
"Good." He brushes his mouth against mine in a soft kiss. "Because I meant what I said, butterfly. You're coming home with me."
Chapter Six
Sidney
Waking up to Hattie naked in my bed is a dream come true. She's a koala in her sleep, clinging to me like her life depends on it. I lay awake for the longest, just watching her, trying to convince myself that this is real.
It feels too good to be true. But last night damn sure happened. I was all over her until she was too exhausted to move. I probably should have let her rest long before then, but apparently, I'm aselfish bastard. I'll have to work on that. I can't have her leaving me because I can't keep my hands off her.
I'm not honestly sure I can keep them off her, though. It kills me that she doesn't know how fucking beautiful she is. I'm not the kind of man who goes around calling women bitches, but some women have earned that title. Her mother is at the top of the list.
