He heaves a thick, heavy sigh, and then he shifts beneath me. “I’m keeping your panties.”
I smile until my eyes sting with it. “You break ’em, you buy ’em.”
He laughs.
And then he’s in motion, tucking my dress down, disposing of the condom in a tissue from a pack neatly stored in the console between the seats, and somehow buttoning his pants back up despite the lack of help I give him.
I kinda want to stay splayed here forever.
But he’s opening the truck door, illuminating us with the cab light. “Grab more condoms.”
A delicious shiver slinks through me. “Bossy.”
“As if you can talk.”
We unpretzel ourselves, and I drop the three condom strips I can see into the box while he slides out of the truck.
When I turn to get out too, he’s blocking my way.
“What—” I start, and then I understand as he tugs my legs around his waist and lifts me.
“Oh,” I murmur, looping my arms around him and hooking my ankles behind his back.
He shuts the truck door, and I make myself useful by pressing kisses to his neck.
“Fuck, Margot,” he whispers.
“Does your dick taste as good as your neck?”
His rough grunt is the only acknowledgment I get.
He’s parked next to the door again, so it’s a short walk in, though it takes him three tries to get the door code entered right.
I’m sure that has nothing to do with me licking him just beneath his ear or with me playing with his hair.
But then we’re inside, and he’s palming my ass with both hands, carrying me through the dimly lit house while kissing me hard and deep, his tongue tangling with mine, until he’s striding into the bedroom, laying me on the bed and following me down.
I left a single lamp on, and it’s causing shadows to fall across his face as he looks at me.
“Clothes off,” I order.
He pushes up long enough to shake off his flannel and strip out of his undershirt, andholy god.
I can’t keep my hands to myself.
Not when there’s that broad expanse of chest sprinkled with dark hair that swirls around his two perfect copper nipples to explore.
With my tongue.
“Margot,” he says again, that same warning tone he used in the truck when I know he was close to coming.
“What?”
“You’re still dressed.”
“I’m not wearing any panties. Or a bra.”
His pants tent like he didn’t just come in the truck, and I grin as I reach for the button on his jeans again.
