Chapter 23

23

SARAH

" Y ep, dammit," I whispered, my tone low and sultry. "I mean, let's face it. We're not doing anything life threatening here, are we? Although it feels like I might die if you don't let me kiss you." I let my eyes linger on his lips for a moment. Then I reached up to cup his cheek. "This is just us."

He trembled at my touch. "Sarah, you don't know what you're doing to me. I can't believe I'm even considering this."

"But you are," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "And there's no turning back now."

I could see the war waging in his eyes, the struggle between his morals and his desires. For a moment, I thought he might change his mind and drive us back to base. But then he closed his eyes and leaned in, his lips brushing against mine gently at first, before deepening the kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and tasting the sweetness of his mouth.

My heart raced as our tongues danced together. Lost in the moment, the scent of his skin intoxicated me. This was what we both wanted, and we couldn't fight it anymore.

The cab of the truck was roomy but not roomy enough. He had an arm wrapped around me, pulling me toward him. Suddenly, the seat started to move back. Once his driver's seat was all the way back, he pulled me over into his lap. I hiked my dress up and straddled him.

We kissed again, our lips melding together, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. The passion between us was undeniable, as was the danger. We might be risking everything we had worked so hard to build, but we couldn't resist the allure of each other.

I jerked at the shirt he had tucked into his pants, then slid my hands up his chest. At the contact with his hot skin, I groaned. He reached behind me and unzipped the dress. He pulled his mouth away from mine and jerked the front of my dress down.

His hands went to my breasts, cupping and massaging. I leaned back, my chest heaving up and down. He leaned forward, his mouth closing over my nipple through the sheer fabric.

My body responded instantly to his touch. I reached down between us, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. My fingers found his hard cock, pulsing beneath my touch like it had a mind of its own. He groaned softly as I stroked him, and our eyes locked.

He quickly unhooked my bra and ran his fingers over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. We continued to kiss, our bodies moving in rhythm with each other. I ground myself against his thick length, hungry to feel him.

His tongue and teeth were switching back and forth between my breasts. Shivers of desire raced up and down my spine.

"Fuck," he growled. "This is so wrong."

"But so good," I moaned.

I jerked at his shirt again, needing his flesh against mine. He quickly pulled it off and tossed it into the passenger seat. My hands immediately went back to his chest and I dug my nails in.

"Damn, Sarah," he groaned out, his voice husky in the enclosed space. His hands trailed lower on my body, slipping underneath my panties. I gasped as his fingers traced over my most sensitive area, lighting my body up.

He looked at me with darkened eyes, full of lust and desire. His mouth came back to mine, swallowing any further sounds that threatened to escape from my throat. His lips were like a brand against mine, hot and demanding, searing my soul.

"You're so wet," he said, his voice harsh.

"It's your fault. You make me crazy."

"You were wet at dinner, weren't you?" he whispered as his fingers moved over my damp folds.

"Maybe," I whispered.

"Admit it," he growled. "You were. You were rubbing your foot all over me. You thought you were going to tease me."

"I did tease you." I grinned before gently biting his lower lip and pulling. "And you loved it."

"Do you think it was funny I was hard as a redwood while we were at dinner with your father?"

I giggled, sliding my hand down to grab his cock. "I do."

"You're dangerous, Sarah."

"And so are you," I murmured against his neck, my fingers stroking him. He was warm and throbbing beneath my touch. I reveled in the low groan that escaped his lips as I applied gentle pressure. His hands were busy too, teasing and tantalizing. Every time he touched me, an electric charge raced through my veins.

"Let's be dangerous together then," he murmured, pulling me closer still.

I rocked against him, demanding more. His hand pushed against my chest, pressing me back against the steering wheel. The way he was looking at me made my heart race. There was a primal hunger in his gaze, an intensity that made me shiver with anticipation. He pushed my dress up around my waist. "It's in the way," he muttered.

He yanked it over my head. Without a care in the world, he tossed it into the passenger seat as well. I straddled him, wearing nothing but my thong and a wicked smile.

His hand traced between my breasts and over my stomach. The anticipation was making me crazy. But I was giving him the power. For once in my life, I was ready to acquiesce.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "So, fucking hot. I want to touch you. Taste you."

"I'm waiting," I replied.

He tugged my panties until they tore from my body. I nearly orgasmed. He tossed them to the back seat of the crew cab, leaving me bare to his gaze.

His eyes hungrily devoured my nakedness, making me feel both desired and vulnerable. His fingers traced patterns over my bare skin, each touch sending jolts of electricity through my body.

"Goddamn, Sarah," he whispered, his voice uneven with need. "You are a vision."

I felt heat creep up my cheeks, but I didn't look away from him. The cab was filled with an intense silence that was only broken by our heavy breathing and the sound of my heartbeat in my ears.

His hand continued its exploration, causing my body to throb in response. I leaned in and traced my lips along his jawline, down to his neck. He let out a low growl, his grip tightening on my hips.

"I want you," I murmured against his skin.

"God, Sarah, I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you," he replied, his voice raw with desire.

His fingers found the sweet spot between my thighs. Pleasure shot through me with a gasp tearing from my lips. "Then take me," I choked out.

His response was immediate. His other hand cupped the back of my head and pulled me into a heated kiss once again. His lips were as demanding as ever, his tongue delving deep, taking what he wanted. I could taste the raw desire that dripped from every pore of his body. His hand between my thighs didn't stop moving, his fingers deftly drawing out the pleasure until it was a sweet agony.

I knew I was on the verge of climax. I groaned, my head dropping back. "Please," I begged. "Don't stop."

And that was exactly what he did. He pulled away, leaving me gasping for air.

"What are you doing?" I snapped.

He offered me a cocky grin. "Oh, I don't know. Dinner. The workouts that you use to tease me. The blatant offers. I think a little teasing is warranted."

I grabbed his cock and tugged. He hissed, his hand gripping my hip and digging his fingertips into my flesh.

"What? It's just a little teasing," I said with a smile.

He snarled at me. "Reach over and open the glovebox. There's a box of condoms in there."

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You drive around with a box of condoms?"

He leaned forward and kissed me with so much force our teeth smacked against each other. "I think you fucking know why I have condoms in the truck."

"No, I don't."

"You've been playing this game for weeks," he hissed. "You knew it was only a matter of time before this happened."

I grinned. "I certainly didn't know for sure."

"Me neither but a man needs to be prepared. And I never jump without a parachute."

I offered a satisfied smile before reaching over to open the glovebox. While I did so, he clamped down on one nipple with his teeth. I shrieked and looked at him.

"That's for teasing me," he said.

I laughed and found the box of condoms, offering it to him. He snatched one from the box and ripped it open with his teeth like a fucking animal. I watched him roll it down his full length, practically salivating.

"If I was a good man, I'd get you off first. But I'm not and you don't get relief until I do."

"Are you going to keep talking or are we going to do something about this?" I retorted.

Suddenly, he lifted me and positioned himself at my entrance. He looked into my eyes with such intensity that I felt my breath catch in my throat.

"Are you sure, Sarah?" His voice was hushed now, serious and full of something that could only be described as respect for this moment, for the line we were about to cross—a line that had been blurred and redrawn too many times.

"Yes," I breathed out, my heart pounding against my rib cage like a wild drum. "Dean, I'm sure."

With that affirmation, he pushed into me slowly, taking his time until he was fully seated within me. The stretch was unfamiliar yet satisfying, causing me to gasp and arch my back in response.

A groan tore from his throat and his grip on my hips tightened further. "God, Sarah."

He leaned his forehead against mine as he began to move, setting a pace that was exquisite torture. He pushed me back until only the head of him was inside me, then slammed back in. I let out a cry of pleasure, my nails digging into his broad shoulders.

"Holy fuck," he grunted, looking at me through hooded eyes. "You feel amazing."

My body was on fire. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me. I rocked against him, digging my knees into his leather seat as I tried to get closer. My world narrowed down to this man, to the rhythm of our bodies moving together in the confined space of his truck, the scent of our mingling sweat and desire filling the air. The sound of our breathing and the soft slap of body against body was the only music I wanted to hear.

His fingers dug even deeper into my ass. Each thrust of his hips met mine in a wonderful rhythm. His breath hitched every time he plunged into me, his lips going to my exposed neck, marking me as his own.

"I can't hold back much longer," he growled lowly, his voice shaky. His hand found mine and our fingers intertwined, anchoring us to each other amidst a sea of escalating pleasure. I rocked back and forth, driving my hips forward and taking him deeper.

"Then don't," I whispered, my voice tight. His eyes locked on mine, filled with a primal kind of desire that took my breath away.

His pace quickened, pressing our bodies together until there was no space left between us. His lips crashed against mine. He swallowed the whimper that escaped me as he hit a spot deep within.

His fingers tightened, his grip almost painful in its intensity. He ripped his mouth away to let out a low growl as he buried himself deeper still, reaching an apex that sent tremors through his entire body. A heat surged through me as I felt him release, a wave of satisfaction crashing over me as my body convulsed around him in response, pulling him deeper into the throes of my pleasure.

"Sarah," he moaned, his voice hoarse and strained. Each word was punctuated by a shivering breath, his fingers digging into my back as if clinging onto reality.

I dropped forward, my head resting on his shoulder. I didn't want to move.

I wanted the moment to last forever.