“You’re going to be the death of me,” I mutter against her lips.
She lets out a shaky laugh, her breath fanning across my mouth.“You started this.”
I grin.Then I kiss her again, slower this time, deeper, like I’ve got all the time in the world.My hand slides down her spine, fingers digging into the soft curve of her ass as I pull her firmly against me.Larsen immediately sighs into the kiss, her body going soft and pliant in my arms.
Jesus Christ.
She fits.Perfectly.Like she was built for me.
Her lips move against mine with growing confidence, soft but hungry, and I swear I feel the exact moment her brain stops working because her kiss changes.
Deepens.
Turns desperate.
My chest rumbles with a low growl as Larsen’s fingers slide into my hair.She tugs gently, and my hips jerk before I can stop them.
“Fuck, Larsen…” Her name leaves my mouth like a warning, like a promise, like something far more dangerous.
She whimpers softly in response, and I’m done for.
Completely.
I pull back to look at her.Her lips are swollen, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed pink, and she’s staring at me like I’m something she wants to climb.
My cock throbs painfully in my jeans.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I murmur.
Larsen swallows, and her gaze drops.
Right to my mouth.
Then—
She kisses me.Hard and hungry, like she can’t stand the distance.
That’s it.
That’s fucking it.
I grip her tighter, devouring her mouth as heat spirals wildly between us.The truck fills with our harsh breathing, soft gasps, quiet moans, and the slick, intoxicating slide of lips and tongues.
The windows fog, the air thickens, and everything disappears except her.
Larsen suddenly pulls back, panting, her eyes wide.“Oh, my god.”
I grin lazily, completely wrecked and not even a little sorry.“Yeah.”
Her cheeks turn even pinker.“We’re sitting in front of my house.”
I glance toward the fogged-up windshield, then back at her.Larsen is smiling as she cuddles against me.We’re both breathing hard, and I wrap her in my arms as we catch our breath.
“Do you want to come in?”Larsen asks after a minute.
I don’t bother answering her.I just grab her, turn off the truck, and climb out with my girl in my arms.
Larsen blushes as I carry her to the front door.She passes me the keys from her purse, and I unlock the front door.
