Gypsy King (Tin Gypsy, #1)(33)

I took a step closer. The pull to be near her was irresistible. I wanted her to believe me, at least once. “Don’t trust me. And I won’t trust you. Maybe we can just not stand in each other’s way and both get our answers.”

“Seems complicated.”

My hand drifted to her cheek, framing her face. “It is.”

“Dash,” she warned, putting her hand between us. It rested on my chest, firm, but she didn’t shove me away.

I inched closer. The pressure on her hand gave way. “Can’t stop thinking about your lips.”

Bryce’s eyes fell to my mouth.

My hand came up between us, covering her own and trapping it to my heart. I expected her to try and yank it away, but then it fisted in my T-shirt as she dragged my mouth to hers.

My tongue delved into her mouth, taking the time to explore the corners I’d missed on our last two kisses. With my free arm, I pinned her to me, my arm tight across her shoulders. I angled my head to get deeper and steal her breath.

She trembled, her knees wobbling, but she clung to me as fiercely. The kiss was hot and wet. Blood rushed to my cock, making it swell against her hip.

“More,” she moaned into my mouth.

I growled, letting go of her hand to grab her ass, hauling her up and around my hips. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms looped around my neck. Walking us to the closest surface, I set her down on the hood of the Mustang I’d worked on all day.

The owner was an arrogant asshole from Hollywood and I wanted nothing more than to fuck Bryce on the hood of his car.

That was definitely where we were heading. Bryce’s thighs squeezed tight around me as I laid her on the glossy hood. The metal buckled slightly as I settled my weight onto her, pressing my chest against her breasts. Our mouths broke apart, hers to gasp for air while I sucked and licked my way down her neck.

“Tell me now if you want to stop,” I panted against her collarbone.

She shook her head, her hands diving into my hair. “Don’t stop.”

I yanked hard at the V-neck of her shirt, dragging it down over a breast. Then I did the same to the cup of her bra, so I could latch my mouth over a supple nipple.

Bryce’s back arched off the car, thrusting her breast even farther into my mouth. Her fingernails dug into my scalp.

My hands tore at the other side of her shirt, seams splitting as I freed her other nipple. “Last chance.”

I flattened my tongue, dragging it over the hardened bud.

She hissed. “Stop.”

The lust roaring through my veins turned to ice, and I froze. Shit. I hadn’t expected that. I took my mouth from her skin, backing away a few inches.

Bryce sat up on the car, once again fisting my shirt as she pulled me close. Nose to nose, she whispered, “Stop warning me away. Haven’t you figured it out? That just makes me want it even more.”

Thank fuck. “Then hold on.”

Slamming my mouth back onto hers, we kissed through a frenzy of fumbling fingers and flying clothes. Bryce yelped when I jerked her off the car’s hood and onto her feet. I’d already tugged off her T-shirt and she’d done the same for mine. The bra was next. But as I reached for the clasp, a breeze drifted into the garage, bringing us both back to reality.

One of the bay doors was still open. It was only eight and the glow of the sunset still illuminated the parking lot. This time of year, it didn’t get completely dark in Montana until well after nine. Not that it mattered. The shop’s lights were blazing. Anyone driving by would see us going at it on the Mustang.

With a fast swoop, I picked Bryce up, one arm under her ass to support her as my other one dove into that soft dark hair, her legs wrapping around me again. I used my grip to tilt her head, then fused my mouth with hers, kissing her senseless as I walked us to the other wall.

The pressure in my cock made walking uncomfortable, especially when she ground her center closer. I finally reached the control panel and punched the red button to shut the door. The outside light faded, leaving only us and the florescent bars beaming overhead.

Bryce reached between us, her hand sliding down the bare skin of my stomach until it reached the waistband of my jeans. With a flick of her fingers, the button came undone. The zipper followed. Then she dove inside my boxers, fisting my shaft as I groaned down her throat.

“Fuck.” I tore my mouth away, searching for a place to put her. My eyes landed on a tool bench. Two long strides and I set her down, shoving and pushing away the tools I hadn’t put away.

Bryce’s frantic movements matched my own as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. “Hurry.”

“Condom.” I dug into my back pocket for my wallet and fished out a condom.

Shifting her weight on the bench, Bryce struggled to get out of her jeans. They were too tight, goddamn it. I’d appreciated that when she’d walked into the garage earlier. But now?

“Christ.” I picked her up by the armpits, her breasts bouncing as I set her down. Then I dropped to my knees, pulling the black denim and panties off her toned legs so fast that she had to steady herself on my shoulders. The sandals on her feet clattered to the floor.

I couldn’t resist. Her bare pussy was right there and I leaned in, dragging my tongue through her folds.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, nearly collapsing on me.

I grinned and stood. I’d have my mouth on her again. Soon. But right now, I wanted to bury myself inside her.