My hands clawed at his chest, fingers digging into the fabric until the familiar sound of ripping fabric filled the air along with my screams. My entire body shook as he continued his ministrations, not letting up until I was begging and pleading for him to stop. I was far too sensitive for him to keep up the pace.
Duke didn’t stop, but he slowed down, letting me come down from the highest peak while also nurturing the small aftershocks he caused. His lips never left my skin, nipping andsucking and kissing his way across my upper body. There were sure to be marks tomorrow, but I didn’t care.
The thought of being marked by him was more intoxicating than any drop of alcohol I could ever consume.
“It’s not enough,” he murmured against my neck.
“What’s not?” I asked, running my hands up through his hair. I cradled him against me, never wanting to let him or this moment go.
Duke pulled back, letting his forehead rest against my own. His breathing is harsh, voice broken and barely restrained as he whispered, “This. Us. I can’t let you go yet. I don’t want to.”
“Then don’t.” I wasn’t ready to walk away. Not when, for the first time in god knew how many years, things felt okay.
I wasn’t thinking about work.
I wasn’t thinking about being a bad mother or worrying I wasn’t doing enough for my daughter.
I wasn’t thinking about John’s death, or the fact that, at thirty-seven years old, I was standing at a crossroads.
No, all I wanted was Duke.
Forever.
I kissed him, hoping he felt every ounce of desperation I felt. “Take me to bed.”
His lips quirked in a small smile. “What about a couch?”
“Even better,” I laughed. “Honestly, you could tell me we were sleeping in the bed of your truck, and I’d be okay with that.”
“Maybe another time,” he said, slipping the straps of my dress back onto my shoulders. “But I don’t want to share your screams tonight.” Another kiss. “Tonight, they’re all mine.”
Without breaking apart, Duke scooped me up. I was beginning to see a pattern with him. He loved holding me. Carrying me.
And I loved it right back.
We made our way through the back door, pausing only to lock up, before he made the quick walk to his cabin. With every powerful step, I was reminded of the fact I wasn’t wearing anything beneath my dress. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against him, seeking friction to quell the ache he’d created.
“I give you one orgasm and all of a sudden you can’t stop?” Duke nipped at my earlobe. “Needy girl.”
“I can’t help it,” I whined. “I need you, Duke.”
“Honey, if you don’t stop, I’ll have to fuck you out here in the open.” I whimpered at the thought, and Duke slowed his pace. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”
I nodded, unashamed. I may not have had much sexual experience, but I had an idea of what I liked and what I didn’t through romance novels and the occasional pornsite.
I’d read about voyeurism and exhibitionism before. I’d even listened to those erotic audio apps where they immerse you in the story. And nothing got me off quite like knowing I was being watched. It was why, when I discovered Duke had been staring at me through the crack in the bathroom door, I’d dropped the towel.
If it hadn’t been for our daughters in the same house, I would’ve given him a show. Taunting him until he couldn’t help but burst through the door and make me pay for being such a little slut.
Duke looked around, walking over and pinning my body against his truck. Oh my god, was he really going to do this here?
He resituated his grip, holding me with one hand while the other slipped back up my dress. His fingers parted my folds, finding my clit and giving it a squeeze. “I’m not going to fuck you here, but,” he flicked his gaze down to where his handplayed with my pussy, “I am starving. Maybe I should have a snack before I make you scream.”
“Yes, please,” I nodded. “This snack would very much like to be eaten.”
Duke smirked, lowering one of my legs so I could support my weight as he dropped to his knees. He rested the other over his shoulder, rolling up my dress until he was eye-level with my pussy.
“So wet,” he murmured. He used his thumb to dip inside me and spread the wetness up over my clit. “Even in the fucking moonlight, I can tell how much you want me.”