“Please,” I whimpered. “I need?—”
But I didn’t get to finish my sentence. Not as Duke leaned in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss over my sex. My head fell back against the truck, unable to stop a low moan from escaping my lips at the first flick of his tongue. The realization that we were out in the open hit me hard. That anyone driving by could see us, see him on his knees, devouring my pussy like it was his last meal.
And god, did I love it.
It wasn’t just the act of sex in public, but also knowing it was with Duke, that had me clenching my legs together. His coarse stubble rubbed along my upper thigh as he licked and sucked at my clit. He brought his fingers to my entrance, sliding the first into the knuckle before adding another beside it.
I looked down, seeing his bright green eyes already trained on me. Watching as I lost myself to the pleasure he was giving. Seeing him between my legs was too much and not enough.
“Fuck, fuck,” I cried. I tried to bring my hand up to cover my mouth, but Duke stopped me, pulling it away.
“You wanted this,” he reminded me, pulling away to nip at my thigh. “You wanted to play this game. Don’t be shy now.”
He was right. I did want this. I wanted to be bad. To be reckless.
I nodded, letting my hand fall to the top of his head. His mouth found my core as I wound my fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling as he brought me so close to orgasm. If it hurt, he didn’t let on. If anything, he seemed to take it as encouragement, fucking me with his fingers faster and harder than before.
The sound was obscene. I could hear every move he made, the unmistakable noises of my arousal filling the silent night. My thighs were wet. I couldn’t tell if it was from him or me.
“Come for me, Olivia. Come right here, out in the open, on my tongue,” he growled. “Let the whole goddamn town hear you.”
I moved my hips, grinding against his face shamelessly as my orgasm crested and I dove into a freefall. My fingers wound tighter, holding him to me as he sucked hard on my clit, while his fingers curved up to the same spot as before.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted. My body was no longer my own. I couldn’t control it, letting it act of its own accord. God, it was perfect. It was everything.
And I still wanted more.
Duke stood quickly, wrapping my legs back around him. He carried me into his cabin quickly. The moment we crossed the threshold, he tossed me onto the couch and climbed on top of me.
We were a mess. A tangle of limbs. Our bodies moved in perfect synchronicity, grinding against one another wantonly.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I complained, pushing at his shoulders. “I want to see you.”
Duke pulled back, a brief look of hesitation crossing his face. “I haven’t been naked with someone in a long time.”
“Neither have I,” I huffed. “Nine years, remember?”
“Yeah, but,” he paused, shaking his head. “I’ve seen your ex-husband. We don’t look alike.”
I leaned up on my elbows, staring at him. No, Duke certainly didn’t look a thing like Grady. While my ex-husband was lean and toned, Duke was broad and thick. He must have had a solid fifty pounds on Grady. Possibly more.
A hint of chest hair peeked out through the tear in his shirt, making my mouth water. Whatever he was afraid of, whatever demons he was battling, I wanted to banish.
Duke watched, leaning back on his heels, as I climbed off the couch. “What’re you?—”
His words cut off as I reached up and slipped the strap of my dress off one shoulder and then the other. Words, I realized, wouldn’t be enough to put his fears to rest. I’d have to show him he had nothing to worry about.
“My pregnancy with Charlie was rough,” I said, peeling the top of half of my dress down to expose my chest. “And once she was born, I struggled to look myself in the mirror some days.”
“You’re beautiful,” Duke murmured. He couldn’t take his eyes off me.
“My breasts aren’t as perky as they used to be. My right is larger than my left because that’s the one Charlie preferred while breastfeeding.” I ran the tips of my fingers across the hardened peaks of my nipples. “My areolas are darker, too.”
Then, I rolled my dress down further, past my stomach and hips, until it fell around my feet. “The stretch marks were the most difficult for me to get used to,” I admitted, touching the shimmery purple stripes running along the sides of my belly to my hips. “It was further evidence of how my body wasn’t the same as it used to be. ThatIhad changed and couldn’t be put back to how I was before. No amount of money in the world could do that. And my hips are wider, too.”
“Why’re you telling me this?” he asked, gently.
I stepped forward and cupped his jaw. “Because we all have insecurities, baby. It doesn’t matter that my mind is screaming at me to put back on my clothes, or that admitting all of this out loud makes me feel far too vulnerable.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek, feeling the moisture there and realizing he must’ve let a tear slip. “The way you’re looking at me right now quiets the noise.”