Rough Rider (Hot Cowboy Nights, #2)(68)

“Bet I can make you talk.” She slid her skirt up a few inches.

His mouth firmed. “I don’t think so, sweetheart.” He shook his head, determined not to give an inch, but she gave him several more—inches of bare thigh that is.

“You sure you don’t want to tell me where we’re going?”

She guided his hand a little higher. She wasn’t wearing panty hose. Her skin was silky smooth. He got a whiff of vanilla mixed with just a hint of feminine arousal. He inhaled deeper and shifted in his seat. His gaze briefly strayed from the road to meet hers. “I don’t think you want to continue this, Red. Not if you’re hungry, anyway.”

“I’m hungry all right.” She licked her lips and slid his hand a little bit higher. “Matter of fact, I’m about starved, but I always like to think about what’s on the menu ahead of time. Don’t you?”

He didn’t have to. His mind had been stuck in that one gear almost from the moment she’d shown up.

He snatched back his hand and pulled off the road, cutting the ignition and yanking her across the bench seat. He groaned in surrender as his mouth claimed hers for a searing kiss.

She opened to him with a soft moan and their kiss deepened, their tongues dueling, every slick stroke sending surges of sensation rippling through him. She guided his hand deeper between her thighs. He jolted in surprise when his fingertips came into direct contact with her wet sheath. “No panties, Red?”

She flashed him a half smile. “Call me optimistic. I’d hoped to get lucky tonight.” She squeezed her thighs on another soft moan when he sank his fingers inside her. He released her to adjust the seat, sliding it all the way back, but there still wasn’t room to get her on his lap.

“Fucking steering wheel’s in the way,” he growled. “Put yours back. All the way.”

Her gaze widened. “Right now? In the truck? What about our dinner reservation?”

“Guess we’re gonna be late. I warned you where this was headed.”

“But somebody could see us!” Janice cried with a look of panic.

“You started it, Red. You’re gonna have to finish it.”

“I don’t think so, cowboy,” she replied. “You’re gonna have to deliver on that steak dinner first.”

He mumbled a stream of curses. “I never counted you a cock tease, Red.”

“I’m not a tease,” she protested. “You just said yourself not a minute ago that anticipation is half the pleasure.”

“Anticipation? I’ve lived like a f*cking monk for the past four years. If you think I’m gonna drive the rest of the way with a stiff dick, think again.”

“I’m sorry ’bout that, but you’re gonna have to feed me first.”

He started the truck up with another mumbled curse.

“How far away are we?” she asked a minute later.

“Still thirty ball-aching minutes,” he ground back.

“You know,” she began with a sly smile, “if this really is such an unbearable trial for you, maybe I can alleviate your discomfort.” She unsnapped her seat belt and slid closer, her hands working deftly on his belt, then popping his fly button. “Of course, I’m pretty sure this is all kinds of illegal.”

“What the hell are you—” He sucked in a breath as she eased his zipper down and slipped her hand inside his jeans, wrapping her fingers around his swollen dick.

“Keep driving, Dirk.”

He was rock-hard and finding it harder to keep his eyes on the road as she slowly jacked him up and down, squeezing and stroking.

“Better?” she asked.

“Damn, Janice,” he hissed. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Oh, I doubt that.”

Next thing he knew, her head was in his lap. Her mouth and hot, velvety tongue were moving up and down his shaft, rasping along his length, circling his head and lapping at the slit, turning his mind into jelly. The lines on the road blurred when she closed her lips around him, sucking him into the hot wet cavern of her mouth.

Holy shit! He released one hand from the wheel and curled the other around her nape. She drew harder with her lips, working him deeper into her throat. Her lips and throat muscles contracting, milking him. He was drowning in sensation, in mindless pleasure. He was losing it fast. Maybe he was already lost. Either way, it felt so f*cking good to give himself up to her.

His balls contracted. His hands squeezed the wheel. He was panting with the effort to hold back. He pulled off the road again as the urge to come swelled inside him.

“You gotta stop now, Red…right f*cking now…unless you plan to finish me off.”

“Oh, I’ll finish you all right.” She sucked him even deeper, swallowing harder.

His eyes fluttered shut as his orgasm came crashing over him, his cock pulsing in a long series of body-wracking eruptions that left him physically spent.

A moment later, he opened his eyes to gaze down at her through a helpless haze. Her soft brown eyes met his and her mouth curved into that slow, shy smile that always crushed his lungs and left him heaving for breath.

*

To Janice’s dismay, Dirk was quiet the rest of the drive, almost too quiet. Although she’d managed in only a couple of weeks to penetrate his first lines of defense, the question remained whether he’d ever let her all the way in.