The possessiveness in his voice sends another rush of heat through me. “So, where do you suggest?”
His lips brush mine again. “My truck.”
I arch a brow. “Cowboy fucking in his truck. Figures. I’m in.”
I slide down his body until my boots hit the floor again, but he just shakes his head.
“No, darlin’. I’m giving you the full experience.”
Before I can argue, he dips and lifts me over his shoulder.
“Hunter!” I squeal, smacking his back.
He chuckles, smacking my ass in return, harder.
Warm night air hits as he carries me outside to his blacked-out truck.
Instead of setting me down, he presses me gently against the door, one hand braced beside my head.
His expression shifts, softer now. “You’re special, Lola. Really something.”
I smirk. “Worthy of a truck fuck?”
His thumb traces my jaw. “Worthy of a hell of a lot more. But this… this is all I’ve got to offer right now. I’ve got a point to prove. I gotta show you cowboys do it better, baby.”
Something in my chest tightens at the honesty. I bite my lip, heart racing. “Kiss me, cowboy.”
And when his mouth finds mine again, the rest of the world disappears. And I’m entering into my reckless phase where I sleep with a man I only just met.
CHAPTER EIGHT
HUNTER
Song- 12 to 12,sombr
I open the truck door without breaking the kiss, carrying her with me and laying her back across the leather seat, her fingers still knotted in my shirt like she’s afraid I might disappear.
Logistically? This is a nightmare.
Lola should be laid out on my bed, wrists pinned, letting me take my time learning every damn sound she makes. Letting me spend hours devouring her, instead of stealing moments in a parking lot.
But right now? Right now, I’m too goddamn desperate for her to wait.
She watches me, green eyes dark with heat, as I work her boots off and toss them into the footwell. My hands drag slowly down her legs, memorizing the smooth feel of her skin.
She lifts her hips for me, and I grin, sliding my hands under her black skirt and hooking them in her silky panties.
I pull them down slowly, watching the way her chest rises and falls to my touch. And when they’re off, I hold them up.
“Red,” I say out loud instead of keeping it an inside thought. I wondered what color they’d be when I first saw her.
“Cowboy knows his colors, I see,” she teases.
I arch an eyebrow as I stuff them in my back pocket.
“Hey! I need those,” she protests.
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Mine now.”