Page 88 of Untamed Sinner

He won't find one—I mean it.

"Good," he finally says, pulling me in for a kiss.

It’s slower this time. Deeper. Like he's memorizing the taste of me.

When he pulls back, his hand slides down my body. "Get out of the truck."

I blink. "What?"

"Passenger side. Now."

He leaves no room to argue—not that I want to anyway. I climb out, my boots hitting the dirt. The air is cold, sharp with pine and the faint smell of rain. The clearing is silent except for the wind in the trees.

Hendricks comes around the front of the truck.

He doesn't say anything—he just backs me up against the open passenger door, his hands on my hips, his body caging me in.

"What are you⁠—"

"Quiet." His mouth finds my throat, and I gasp. He kisses down the column of my neck, his teeth scraping lightly.

Jesus—I feel like I could come from just that. My hands come up to grip his shoulders. "Hendricks⁠—"

"I said quiet."

A shiver runs through me, and I clamp my mouth shut. Bossy Hendricks should probably piss me off. It really, really doesn’t.

His eyes meet mine. He knows exactly what that did to me.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” I whisper. “This was my idea.”

One eyebrow lifts.

Right. Quiet.

His hands move to the waistband of my pants as he drops to his knees in the dirt.

I stare down at him, my heart pounding. "What are you doing?"

He looks up at me, his eyes hot and hungry. "What does it look like?"

"You don't have to⁠—"

"I want to." He pulls my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, leaving them pooled around my ankles. He grips my hips, holding me in place. "Spread your legs."

I do, as much as I can with my pants constricting me.

His mouth is on me before I can process it.

"Fuck." The word tears out of me as his tongue licks into my pussy, slow and deliberate. He groans against me, the vibration sending shock waves up my spine.

He's not gentle.

He's ravenous.

His fingers bruise my thighs, holding me open as he devours me. His tongue circles my clit, then flicks over it with perfect pressure. He sucks me into his mouth, the pressure almost painful for just a moment, before releasing me and then taking me back with a deeper, hungrier pull.

My hands rake into his hair, holding on, holding him closer. "Adrian."