“I want your pants off before I get behind the wheel.”He licks his lips—lips I was sucking on only a moment ago.Lips I want to feel all over me.
“Better yet, why don’t you get completely naked for me?”
Before I can reply, he takes a step back and slams the passenger door shut.He rounds the front of the truck in four strides and turns those molten eyes my way.His boots come to a halt as he stares at me through windshield.A small part of me wants to defy his orders, but after that kiss and all those filthy promises, I just want him.
I want his mouth on me and his cock stretching me.
Even if I regret it when it’s over.
Even if he walks away and pretends as if it never happened.
I tear my gaze away from the windshield and stare out the passenger window, scanning the dimly lit street.There isn’t much traffic at this hour, but we’re on one of the busier streets in Saddle Ridge.Do I really want to take the chance of someone seeing us?
My eyes flit back to the windshield, and I find Maddox bracing his hands on top of the hood of his truck, staring at me expectantly.
It’s like he’s daring me.
I used to never back down from a dare.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I reach for the hem of my t-shirt.In one quick swoop, I pull it over my head.The headlights of the truck give me a full view of his face, and I watch as his tongue snakes out and swipes at his lip.He pushes off the hood and stalks around the front of the truck.The driver’s door opens in a flash, and he slides behind the wheel.
“Take everything off,” Maddox commands as he slams his door shut.His eyes roam over my chest, my black bra the only barrier between his gaze and my breasts.“Now.”
I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra.It falls to my lap and the cool air of the truck makes my nipples harden instantly.I’m fully aware that my body has changed a lot since the last time he’s seen it.My breasts are larger, and my hips are wider.And while my stomach may still be flat, there are stretch marks sprinkled across it.But none of that seems to matter to Maddox and maybe that’s just because the lighting in the truck hides all my flaws.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his hand reaching out to cup one breast.His thumb brushes across my nipple, and I can’t help the small moan that escapes me.“Still so goddamn perfect.”
He squeezes my breast again before withdrawing his hand.
“The pants too.”
I lift my hips, unbuttoning my jeans and shimmying them down my legs along with my panties.It’s awkward in the confines of his truck, but I manage to kick them off completely.
“Spread your legs,” he orders.
Common sense evades me, and I comply all too easily.
Maddox’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me completely exposed.“Christ, Amelia.Look at you.”
His hand finds my inner thigh, fingers trailing upward until they brush over my pussy.I close my eyes at his touch.I’m already embarrassingly wet, and when he dips a finger inside me, we both groan.
“Still get this wet for me, baby?”He adds another finger, pumping them in and out slowly.The sounds my pussy makes should embarrass me, but I can’t seem to give a damn.“After all these years?”
“Shut up,” I hiss, my hips moving of their own accord to meet his hand.
He chuckles darkly.“Make me.”
Without warning, he withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, shamelessly staring at me as he sucks them clean.“Just as fucking sweet as I remember.”
Desperation claws at me and I inch closer to him, reaching for his belt buckle.I need to feel him between my legs.“Stop talking and fuck me.”
He grabs my wrist, stopping me.“Not yet.First, I want you to come on my tongue.”
Before I can respond, he’s maneuvering me across the bench seat, pushing me back until I’m half-lying against the passenger door.He wedges himself between my legs, his broad shoulders forcing them wider apart.It’s uncomfortable as hell, but I make do, lifting my foot on the dashboard.
His mouth closes over me, and I forget about everything else.His tongue swirls around my clit before flattening against me, applying just the right amount of pressure.My hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against me.“Pull my hair.Ride my fucking face.”
