“This ass, too,” He slipped a hand beneath her and squeezed one perfectly round cheek.
Debbie wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her fingers through his hair, freeing it from its binding. Spreading her legs apart, she hooked her feet around his calves.
Gazing up at him through hooded eyes, she whispered, “What else?”
He shifted his hips, brushing himself against her. “This what you’re lookin’ for?”
Debbie made a noise—a sexy combination of a gasp and a moan. Arching her back, she slowly dragged her pussy over the length of his dick. Grinning, Preacher pulled away from her only long enough to rid her of her nightgown.
He took his time entering her, watching with male satisfaction as her breath hitched and her eyes flared wide with every inch he claimed.
Ahhh, goddamn.Preacher dropped his face into the sweet-smelling space between her neck and her shoulder. Debbie’s arms tightened around him. Her fingers dug into the skin on his back. Her body arched, she crushed her breasts to his chest. Then her hips began to move—small, jerky movements in an attempt to get him to increase his pace.
“Impatient,” he grunted, and gripped her hip, stilling her.
“Control freak,” she whispered, wriggling wildly beneath him.
With a growl, he increased his speed. And with it, everything quickened. His mouth on hers. Her breaths. His heartbeat. Her hands roaming his back and ass.
Debbie dragged her nails across his shoulders and moaned his name—a sexy-as-hell something she always did right before she came. Glancing at her face, he found her perfect features tightly drawn, and barely breathing. He watched, rapt, as her breath abruptly punched past her lips and her eyelids fluttered erratically. Gasping, she cried out his name twice more. And as she clenched and pulsed around him, he doubled his speed and finished only moments later.
Preacher collapsed on the bed beside Debbie and spent the next several minutes just catching his breath. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he turned to look at her. Her eyes were already on him, gleaming with satisfaction.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“Yeah?” He started to smile. “That mean you’re gonna take back that shit you said about Hightower?”
Preacher caught Debbie’s hand before she could smack his chest, and quickly gathered her in his arms. Laughing, he buried his face in her neck.
“I can’t believe Tiny slept through all that screamin’,” he murmured, breathing in the salty scent of her sweat-dampened skin.
Debbie huffed. “I wasn’t screaming.”
“You were definitely screamin’.”
“Was not.”
“Was.”
“Was not.”
Eventually they fell silent, and Preacher soon grew drowsy. Untangling himself from Debbie, he rolled over and turned off the light.
“Preacher?”
“Yeah?”
“I know you can’t tell me what you’ve been doing on the road, but… you haven’t been saving girls at truck stops, have you?”
Although he couldn’t see her face in the dark, and her tone was light, Preacher picked up on her underlying unease.
She worried for nothing. Yeah, he had opportunities to be with other women, but he always passed on them. Because he gave a shit about this girl. Loved her, even.
If there was anything losing his parents had taught Preacher, outside of his newfound thirst for revenge, it was not to take the people he loved for granted.
Reaching out blindly, he pulled Debbie to him, tucking her tightly against him.
“Not a chance in hell,” he said. “I learned my damned lesson the first time.”
