Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line #4)(48)

Her spine snapped straight. “That is so rude.”

Henrik twisted a hand in her hair and tugged, tugged until her head fell back on a gasp. “You didn’t mind the rude things I said when my cock had you five feet off the ground.”

That sweet ass shifted around on his lap. “N-no, I didn’t. Is that the other thing you’re going to think about?”

He let his hand travel to the valley between her legs, nudging the seam of her shorts with his knuckles. “Being tucked inside this *? I’ll never stop thinking about it. Thinking about how to get back in. When. How.”

“Do we have to go the meeting right this minute?

Henrik breathed through a laugh, but it was edged with misery. “Yeah, baby. We’re already an hour late because of the traffic.”

Ailish nodded, but made no move to get off his lap. “Why do you want to think of me bandaging your shoulder? Isn’t me shooting you a bad memory?”

“No…uh. That was the first time I saw you up close…longer than a few seconds. You were muttering about people creeping up on you and…” He blew out a breath, knowing he was revealing too much, but not giving a shit. Might as well go for broke. “Christ, Ailish. I forgot I’d been shot at all. I just wanted to go on looking at you, baby. Letting you fuss over me. I’d get shot all over again if I got to replay seeing you up close for the first time.” She looked up at him, mouth open, obviously stunned. And she stared for so long, Henrik’s nerves started poking at him. I said too much. “And we both know you checked out my ass, too,” he rumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

Ailish lunged for Henrik’s mouth and he caught her just in time, groaning when she turned and straddled his lap.

“Ahh Jesus, Lish.” His cock was already hard as a rock, straining against the fly of his pants. Want. Want. Want. “We can’t.”

“Yes.” She reached between their bodies and unzipped his jeans. “Yes, we can. I need you.”

They tore at each other’s mouths, kissing each other the way people do in the throes of an orgasm. Without a thought to finesse or propriety. Tongues meeting in the middle to lick, teeth snapping, hands gripping whatever they could find. Ailish’s hands made a quick job out of unfastening his pants, drawing out his cock and looking at it like Sunday dinner. Getting inside her as fast as possible became his ultimate goal, his waiting colleagues be damned. Without bothering to unfasten her shorts, Henrik pressed Ailish back against the steering wheel, yanked her knees up under her chin and pulled the tight material down over her curved ass, ripping off and tossing the garment away.

Then they were back to scrambling, Ailish sliding her sexy goddamn thighs wide on the seat, poising that * right over his distended dick and taking him to the hilt, with a maddening little sob of his name. Henrik’s balled fist bashed into the truck’s ceiling, the tight slide of Ailish’s flesh robbing him of rational thought.

“I’m going to starve without you.” He lifted his hips and gave Ailish a few sharp thrusts, rolling those hazel eyes back in her head. “Going to starve without juicing you like this. This sweet redhead *, baby. It’s all for me. I’m a f*cking monster for it.”

Just as he’d recognized in the woods, Ailish loved being spoken to in a manner that simultaneously ashamed him and felt righteous as f*ck at the same time. He coveted the right to speak about her body with ownership. To know how special she was on the inside, while detailing every foul male activity his body needed to complete with hers. And she loved knowing he hurt, the gorgeous brat. Loved knowing she could climb on top of him anytime, anywhere and he’d be f*cking powerless to turn her down. It was her tease’s nature and God, he wanted to cultivate it. Wanted her to tempt the hell out of him, as long as she granted him the heaven of being inside her afterward.

Just like every time they touched, Ailish was wasting no time making his balls feel heavy with the need to empty. Her nails dug into his shoulders, tits thrust out, hips flicking up and back like a working girl. Her thighs were so far apart, he had the perfect view of her * struggling to take his entire cock with every swift, rocking movement. And yeah, he wanted to throw her down onto the seat and pound like a motherf*cker, but watching Ailish perform, watching her battle pleasure, was something he couldn’t pass up.

Henrik settled a hand on her ass so he could feel her pump, as well as see it up close. “Goddamn. You’re working overtime on it like you’ve got something to prove.” An easy slap, just to hear her cry out. “How does that dick feel? How does it feel knowing you control it? Crook your little finger and get me hot, don’t you?”

As if his words had wet Ailish up even more, she moaned at the ceiling, her ass cheeks clapping against the inside of his thighs as she rode him. “I—yes, yes. It feels so good. I love it. It’s mine.”

Without an order from his brain, Henrik’s hand shot out to grasp her jaw, bringing their faces close together. “It is yours, Ailish. Yours to care for. And you better take that job seriously, because your tight * has ruined me for my own hand. What the f*ck else am I going to do but take it out on your body?”

Her eyes were bright, lust-glazed. “I’ll t-take care of it.”

Henrik released her jaw and fell back against the seat, allowing his touch to travel up her inner thigh, finding the little pink bud there and rubbing it, using the pad of his thumb. “I take care of this, too. Always. When you need it. And sometimes when you don’t realize you need it.” A groan spilled from his mouth when she worked herself on him faster, her lips, thighs, hands starting to shudder. Flesh slapped; breath grew choppy. Close. She’s close. “When this is over, Ailish? The first time we’re alone together? I’m going to take everything off my bed except a fitted sheet so I can plow you like a goddamn field without a single damn thing in my way. Nothing for you to grab on to but me. You be ready, understand?”