Page 315 of Vicious Temptation

I kiss her slowly, letting myself feel her instead of rushing toward the end. She holds me just as tightly while the engines rumble in the distance, muffled through the closed windows.

There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here, buried inside my girl where I belong.

“You’re mine,” I tell her.

Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Always.”

That one word hits me square in the fucking chest.

I pull her mouth back to mine, and she clings to me. The tenderness lasts all of a few seconds before need takes over again.

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours, Thiago.”

I drag her closer, and she meets me harder, her body pressing against mine.

“Climb in the back,” I rasp, already lifting her off my aching cock.

“So you do have a death wish.”

She starts to twist toward the back seat, bracing one hand against the steering wheel for leverage and accidentally laying on the horn in the process.

The loud blast makes us both freeze, and she slowly turns toward me with wide eyes.

“Did you just fucking honk?”

“Shut up.”

I burst out laughing as she scrambles into the back seat. “Really helping with that whole traumatizing-your-family thing, baby.”

She shoots me a look over her shoulder. “Get back here and fuck me, Braga.”

The comeback I had dies in my throat when I see my girl on her knees, ass up and glistening cunt dripping, waiting for me.

My mouth waters at the thought of sliding back inside her, but when I try to follow, I run into a snag.

“Thiago,” she says, looking back at me. “What the hell?”

“I’m trying.”

I duck my head and twist sideways, maneuvering one leg over the center console before my shoulder slams into the roof.

Maybe Remi is right about this truck because I might actually need a fucking van.

She laughs. “Need some help, big guy?”

I can’t help but join her because if it weren’t for the tints and windshield cover, the whole track would have a perfect view of my bare ass.

“Not a word, chama,” I say, finally making it all the way over.

I kiss my way up her back, fingers sliding between her legs, circling her clit to get her to shut the fuck up. My mouth brushes her ass cheek, and I resist the urge to bite down or taste her.

“Thiago, please.”

The impatience in my name makes me smile against her skin.

“Much better.”