Deadly Silence (Blood Brothers #1)(78)
The wildness—she brought that out in him. Power flushed through her along with need. For him, and not just for now. She could ease him, find her place right there.
She gasped, still kissing him back, reaching for the hem of his shirt. He halted her movements by grabbing her lapels and ripping open her shirt, scattering buttons to ping against the windows. He jerked her bra up, revealing her breasts, his mouth still destroying hers.
“So pretty,” he growled against her mouth, palming her breast.
She moved against him, sliding her hands up and into his thick hair. Unreal heat flashed through her, followed by a craving for more. For Ryker.
His fingers found her, and she partially lifted up, throwing back her head.
“So wet,” he murmured, rubbing against her clit.
The ache intensified, zinging through her abdomen. She whimpered and rubbed against him, her hold tightening in his hair.
He jerked his jeans open and ripped them down his legs, somehow not letting go of her as he did so. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her above him. “Spread your legs, baby.”
She widened her thighs, gasping as his hard shaft penetrated her. Slowly, he lowered her until her knees rested against the leather seat again. “Weren’t we in this position not too long ago?” She gasped, her insides rioting with pleasure.
He chuckled and kneaded her breasts. “Yes, but look what I can do from this position.” He tweaked a nipple.
Jolts of electricity shot through her. “That is nice,” she moaned, dropping her forehead to his. “I’m sorry I was so angry with you. The police detective scared me, and I took it out on you.”
“I know.” He pressed her back and pushed the hair away from her face. “I have a lot to tell you about my night, and I was in a crappy mood, too. But first, take back the buddy comment.”
She blew out air. He was unbelievable. “You will never be my buddy,” she muttered.
“Was that so hard?” Flattening his hand between her breasts, he gently pushed until her upper back rested against the dashboard, completely opening her to him. Then he tugged her bra straps down her arms along with her shirt, stopping when they reached her elbows and he had effectively immobilized her arms.
The moon shone down, sparkling off the snow outside the truck. Goosebumps rose on her skin.
She blinked. “I’m, ah, feeling a little vulnerable, nearly nude with you still dressed.” Giving a quick struggle against the bra and shirt, she gave up when she couldn’t get free.
“Trust me like I trust you.” He traced up her abdomen to her breasts and back down again, his nails lightly scraping. Then he leaned over and turned the ignition key, starting the truck and the heater.
She moaned as warmth once again spread around her. “You’re trusting me.” His dick pulsed inside her, so big and full. She needed him to start moving and fast. Or at least to allow her to start moving against him before her entire body just combusted right then and there in the truck.
“Completely. I can’t do anything else—you’re for me, Zara.” He punctuated his words with tugs on her nipples.
Pain and erotic pleasure rippled through her, and she sucked in her breath. “Ryker,” she breathed.
“Yes.” His palm flattened across her lower abdomen, and he swept his thumb across her clit.
“Oh,” she hissed, pushing against him. Her thighs began to tremble.
He rubbed in small circles until she began to pant, shocks resonating through her. “Zara?”
Her lids half closed. “What?” A little more pressure, and she’d be in heaven.
He paused, his thumb pressed right to her but not moving. “Things are about to get really dicey in both our lives, and we need to be on the same page, so we’re sitting here just like this until we reach that page.” He tucked his thumb barely inside her, where there wasn’t any room, and tugged gently.
Clarity rushed in, and she focused on him, her body exposed, vibrating, and on instant alert. “You have my attention,” she whispered, trying not to move.
“Thought I might.” Amusement, dark and male, glittered in his gaze. He left his thumb where it rested, against the cock stretching her nearly too much. “I’m not going anywhere. While I understand you have definite issues of being abandoned, based on not only losing your parents but also your mother flitting from man to man, I’m tired of taking the brunt of them. We’re doing this, and we’re seeing where we can go.”
She blinked and tried to draw on the protective walls she’d built. “You only wanted temporary.”
“That was before I knew you, and before I was ready to see if I could do this any other way. I’m ready to try.” His hand twisted, and his freed thumb scraped her clit again.
She whimpered. Full-on, weak-girl whimpered. Her shoulders struggled, but she still couldn’t free her arms or hands. “This isn’t fair,” she hissed.
“Oh, baby.” He caressed her again and played with her breasts with his other hand. “You should know now that I don’t play fair. Ever.”
Tears of pure, raw need pricked her eyes. “What do you want?” she moaned.
“You.” He pinched her nipple, and she bucked against him. “All in, giving us a shot. No more pushing me away or expecting me to run out the door. I ain’t easy, I know, but I’ll be worth it.”