Bitter Sweet Heart (Lies, Hearts & Truths #2)(79)

“Should I be worried that you needed a cookie to escape your head?”

He gives me a sidelong glance. “Wait until after we’ve fucked each other into next week before you start psychoanalyzing me, Clover.”

I bite his knuckle.

“You wanna use those teeth anywhere else, you know you’re more than welcome.”

I glance at his crotch, which has a prominent bulge. “I’m sure there are places you don’t want me to use teeth.”

“Well, not like—” He gnashes his together a couple of times. “But a light, teasing graze is always welcome—more like when I nibble on your clit.”

I groan and cross my legs, the memory of his mouth between them causing everything to clench. “How much longer until we’re in Pearl Bay?”

“About twenty minutes.” A smirk tips the corner of his mouth. “The center console is a pretty crappy obstruction. Otherwise, I’d offer to stick my hand down your pants.”

I bark out a laugh, then bite my lip and glance between Maverick’s face and his crotch. “I could stick my hand down your pants, though.”

His top lip curls. “I appreciate the offer, sweetheart, but I need to keep my attention on the road, and if my cock is in your hand, I’m going to be hella distracted. You could put your hand down your own pants.”

“Hmm.” I tap my lip. “Now that’s a good idea. Then maybe we can skip some of the extensive foreplay and get to the good stuff faster.”

Maverick makes a face. “The foreplay is the good stuff.”

“You trying to pound the demons out of my vagina is the best part, though.”

He cringes. “That sounds awful.”

“It doesn’t feel awful. In fact, it feels the opposite of awful. Orgasmic, even.” I use my phone to light up the center console. “Where’s your wallet?”

“In my pocket, why?”

“Because if I’m going to fuck my own hand, I’m going to need that little packet of lube you always carry around with you.”

“How do you know I always carry it with me?”

“I’m assuming. And while I don’t normally do things like that, based on how much time you spend on foreplay, I sense that you probably restocked your wallet as soon as you got home.”

“I actually didn’t restock it right away. In fact, I didn’t restock at all until yesterday when I realized I was running out of time to pick up all the things I needed for tonight.”

I hold my hand out.

“You’re serious?”

“Pass me your wallet and find out.”

He digs in his jacket pocket and passes it over. I flip it open. He has a credit card and a few other cards, in addition to his driver’s license, which tells me his birthday was in early September—just a few weeks after we hooked up in Pearl Bay. In the money pouch is a row of three condoms and a small packet of lube. I fish out the lube and fold his wallet, setting it on the console between us. I kick off my flats and lift my butt, pushing my leggings over my hips and down my thighs. I remove them the rest of the way and drop them on the center console as well, so they don’t get wet from the snow I tracked into the truck.

Maverick pulls off the freeway and follows the darker, lesser-traveled roads that lead to Pearl Bay. I shift around in my seat and set my phone in one of the cupholders, making sure there’s enough illumination from the screen that he has a semi-decent view of my bare legs, without it lighting up the entire interior. I settle in the seat so my back is to the door and my knee rests against the glove box. The other foot I prop up on the center console.

Maverick glances at me out of the corner of his eye. “You still got your panties on, sweetheart.”

“I know.” I slide a hand down the front of my underwear, skimming over my clit.

“I can’t see what you’re doing.”

“I know that too.”

He huffs a laugh and refocuses his attention on the road. But every few seconds he looks back over—just a glance. I run my finger up and down my slit, slipping it in up to the first knuckle, then using my wetness to circle my aching clit. I let my head rest against the window and hum softly.

“Tell me what’s going on over there?”

“I’m getting ready to be stretched by your fat cock.”

His jaw ticks, and his grin turns lascivious. “I can’t wait to fuck all those dirty words out of your sweet mouth.”

“Me too.” I ease my hand out and glance at the road as we pass a sign for Pearl Bay. Only ten minutes away now. I push my panties to the side and ease two fingers in on a low moan.

His gaze darts between me and the road, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are turning white. “Fuckin’ hell, Clover,” he groans.

“Having some regrets about this suggestion?”

His gaze drops between my legs. “Not hardly.”

“Eyes on the road, sweetheart,” I mock.

His lip twitches, but his eyes return to the road. He has to brake a little harder than it seems he expected when the GPS announces our turn is in three hundred feet. The back end of the truck skids, but he regains traction and makes the right-hand turn. We’re just a few miles away now, but the drive in from here is slower, the roads narrower and not lit up at all.