The cool leather of the seat contrasts with the warmth spreading through me as I kiss him back with the same urgency.
I can barely catch my breath, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the way he makes me feel. Like I’m the only thing in the world. I’mwanted.
It’s wild and reckless, but I can’t seem to care about anything else.
Reid’s lips trail down my neck, his hands sliding under my shirt, sending waves of heat through my body. I gasp, a shudder running through me.
He lifts his head, eyes full of fire, and I know that whatever we’re doing right now, we both want it just as badly.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, thick with desire.
I nod, barely able to form words, the heat in the car becoming almost unbearable. All I can do is kiss him again, pulling him closer.
“I want you, Dakota,” he breathes, his hands moving lower, his fingertips brushing against the waistband of my jeans. “Now.”
Every thought in my head goes blank. All that matters is him. His touch. His kiss. His body against mine.
I tug at his jeans, desperate to feel him, to have him, to lose myself in this reckless, electrifying moment. I slide onto his lap, straddling him, and he lets out a groan at the friction, his hands gripping my hips to pull me closer.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, full of need.
I move my hips against him, feeling the evidence of how much he wants exactly that. Reid’s hands grip tighter, pulling me to him as if he can’t get enough, his lips finding mine again, hot and needy.
“More than anything,” he mutters against my lips, rough and raw. His hands roam over my body like he’s starving for me.
The way he touches me, it’s like he knows exactly where to press, how to pull, how to make me ache. His fingers trail across my skin with a hunger that makes my breath hitch in my throat.
I can feel the heat of him against me, his body a furnace, and every brush of his fingertips is electricity zipping through me.
The air inside the truck is overwhelming with the smell of leather and sweat, the faint scent of whiskey still lingering on our skin. My head spins as he pulls me closer, his lips trailinghot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
The heat between us is unbearable, suffocating. My skin is hypersensitive to his every touch, the way his hands slide under my clothes, brushing against the softness of my skin, like he can’t get enough of me.
I can feel every movement of his body against mine, the tension building like a coil winding tighter and tighter.
His lips crash against mine again, this time deeper, more urgent. He kisses me like he’s starving, devouring me with a ferocity that sends a thrill racing down my spine.
His hands slide down my back, grasping my ass with a firm, possessive grip. He pulls me flush against him, his body pressed against mine with an intensity that makes my pulse race.
I shift, feeling the hardness of him pressing into me, and it makes my knees weak. His groan vibrates through my chest, low and desperate, and I’m drowning in the sound of it. I want more.
I move against him again, grinding down slowly, teasing him, and his grip tightens on my hips, pulling me harder against him.
His lips find my ear, hot and wet as he whispers, “Do you like that? You like feeling me against you?”
My body responds, a shiver running through me as I nod, my breath coming in gasps. “Yes, Reid. I need more.”
His hands slide up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs as he guides me, positioning me exactly where he wants me. Every touch is powerful, calculated, and it’s driving me crazy.
He leans back, his eyes dark with desire, taking in every inch of me as if I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted. His gaze is possessive, and I love it. Love the way he looks at me, like I’m his.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mutters.
His hands slide lower, his fingers teasing the waistband of my jeans, dipping just below the fabric, making my breath catch. He doesn’t move them further, just teases me, making me squirm against him in frustration.
“Reid,” I breathe, the desperation clear. “Stop teasing.”
He smirks, that wicked, arrogant smile that makes my insides flutter. “You want it, don’t you? You want me to take you, to make you feel every inch of me?”
