Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)(34)

“Oh it’s good! See, I’m greedy, Emmy. I’m going to make that tight cunt of yours come on my hand, my mouth, and my cock tonight. I want it all.” I pause for a second as her breath catches. “So my plan is to get in my truck and peel those tight-ass pants off you. Normally, I would want to watch you come, but I’m in a rush to get you home tonight. So as we drive back to my place, I want you riding my hand. I only need one to drive.” I place a damp kiss to her neck. “You only get one in the truck though. That’s all I’m willing to sacrifice. I loved the way you tasted when I licked my fingers last night. I haven’t been able to think about anything else today.” I lean in close and whisper even more quietly, “Tonight, you’re coming on my mouth. I’m going to lick that * until you can’t come anymore. Then, and only then, will I slam into you, nice and rough, giving you one last impossible orgasm. It’s going to be hard…fast…and deep. That’s my plan, sweetheart.”

“That’s a really good plan,” she breathes with need building in her eyes.

“I thought so.” I lick my lips and give her a sexy wink.

“Well, I think it’s time Caleb and I call it a night,” she announces, jumping up from the booth to collect her purse.

“Here.” I hand her my keys. “You go ahead to the truck. I’ll get the bill and meet you out there. You should probably get ready while you wait.” I glance down to her pants.

“Okay, but hurry up or I might have to start without you.” She snatches the keys. “Night, y’all. Jesse, text me Kara’s number when you have a chance. Maybe we can all get together for lunch next week.”

“Sounds good. Goodnight, Emma.”

She waves over her shoulder as she heads to the door. Just as she breezes past me, she quietly warns, “Two minutes.”

I search the bar for our waitress but quickly give up. I pull out my wallet and toss a stack of cash on the table. It’s way more than enough for whatever we had and anything Emma could have possibly ordered before I got there.

“Let me know if that doesn’t cover it,” I tell Brett as I turn and head to the door.

“Night, butternut!” Kara calls across the bar.

I flash her a quick smile but keep moving toward the door.

When I reach the truck, I can see Emma calmly sitting in the passenger’s seat, and my dick instantly goes rigid. I yank open the door and my eyes flash to her naked legs. Fuck, I love this woman. Or at least my cock does.

“That’s a good look for you,” I say, climbing in.

I openly stare for a minute. How could I not? Emma sitting naked from the waist down is enough to make lesser men cry. Hell, it’s more than enough to steal my breath.

“I thought you’d approve.”

She slips the cup holder up, converting the front into a bench seat. I watch as her glistening * slides across the leather, and I silently vow to never wash it again. She crushes into my side as her mouth finds mine. It’s been twenty-four f*cking hours since I was last inside her, but my kiss is desperate. This woman is going to ruin me.

For just a moment, I hold her close, forgetting all plans but rather just embracing this moment, making love to her with my mouth. I want this with Emma so God damn badly. I have no idea what this is, but I know for certain that it’s real. That’s a feeling I’m not used to these days. I’ve had sex with more woman since Manda than I ever did before her. But Emma isn’t a score or an empty orgasm. She is so. Much. More.

I’m nowhere near ready to use L-word. I mean, who the hell knows what page Emma is on right now? What I do know is that I’m addicted. And she is the absolute best kind of addiction. Emma is life.

My hand dives between her thighs and I roughly push two fingers inside her.

“Oh God!” she screams, lying back across the seat, exposing herself completely

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. I’m going to f*ck this tight little * tonight. This”—I curl my fingers inside her—“is mine.” She lifts her hips into my hand with a moan. “We are officially together. I don’t care about the rest of this bullshit we have going on. We’re going to figure this out one way or another. No one comes near this but me. Yeah?”

She moves her bare foot to rub over my rock-hard cock, which is currently straining desperately against my zipper. “Does that make this mine?”

“Exclusively,” I say with another finger curl that has her sitting straight up. “Say you got it, Emmy. We make this work and this is mine.”

“I got it,” she says on a moan.

“No, say all of it.”

“We’ll make this work,” she whispers.

“And?”

“And this is mine.” She makes another swipe over my hard-on that makes me groan.

“Emmy,” I warn.

I rub my thumb over her clit. Lying back down, she begins furiously rolling her hips into my hand. She could care less that we are in middle of a parking lot. Emma is a sexual beast. I’ve been with her exactly once, but I could have told you that from our first night on the phone. She’s not timid or shy. She bares it all in every aspect—especially in bed.

I tear my eyes away from her writhing body long enough to make sure no one can see what’s going on. I may have talked a big game inside, but I need to get her home. And I was wrong before. There is no way I can concentrate enough to drive while she’s riding my fingers.