One Night with her Bachelor(43)
She gave him a confused look, and he nuzzled her nose, kissed the apple of her cheek before returning to her ear and murmuring, “Just before we left your house, you asked Lily if she thought I wanted you. The answer is hell yes. I want you so badly my whole body aches. Every single bit of me wants every single bit of you. You’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, Molly Dekker, and I would do just about anything to make you happy.”
Her breasts brushed against him with every deepening breath. Her eyes shimmered as she said, “Then let’s go for a drive.”
Chapter Twelve
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Apparently she didn’t have to tell him where to go. He bundled her into the truck, got in, and started the drive back toward Marietta. Halfway there, he turned onto a side road that she would’ve pointed out if he hadn’t already started slowing for the turn. The side road turned into a dirt road, and after a few more turns they came to a bluff overlooking a lake. She remembered this make-out spot from her teenage years, but Gabriel put his four-wheel drive to good use and took them off-roading to a spot she’d never known existed. The truck’s tires crunched over snow until they came to a clearing surrounded by trees. Unable to go any further, he parked but kept the engine—and the heater—running.
“I guess I wasn’t the only one who used to come up here,” she joked.
“I wasn’t sure this was what you had in mind when you said you wanted to go for a drive.”
“This is exactly what I had in mind.” She unbuckled her seat belt. “Can we turn on the radio?”
A twinge of curiosity crossed his face, but he didn’t ask questions as he flicked the radio on. He had it on a rock station, so she changed the frequency to her favorite country station and cranked up the volume. “I’m not done dancing.”
She threw open the truck’s door and slid down. Her boots hit the snow and sank, but she barely felt the cold. Leaving the door open, she stomped through the snow to the front of the truck, letting the headlights spotlight her. Unless she was acting silly in front of five-year-olds, she’d never liked putting herself on display. But tonight she was ready to discover new parts of herself—and share them with Gabriel.
She could barely see his silhouette through the headlights, but she knew he was watching her. Fate turned out to be kind because one of her favorite songs came on. As the opening beats of “Country Girl (Shake It For Me)” buzzed through the wintry air, her body unconsciously pulsed to the upbeat anthem urging women to let loose and dance. She closed her eyes, clapped her hands above her head and stomped her feet in the snow, letting the music move her. She loved rocking out to this song alone in her truck, or as she vacuumed or washed dishes. She loved escaping the mundane tasks of her life and pretending she was a wild woman.
And now her fantasies had come to life. She was in the wilderness, snuggly warm in her bulky coat as she danced for herself and the sexiest man she’d ever met. Snowflakes fell on her cheeks and sizzled. She was smokin’ hot. Opening her eyes, she stared at Gabriel’s shadow and unzipped her coat. When she let it drop to the ground, she spun around and wriggled suggestively.
The music was so loud she didn’t hear his truck door open, but suddenly her hand was in his and she was twirling around and around. She let her head drop back as she laughed. Tonight was every dream come true. Tonight was all she ever needed.
His arm snaked around her waist and tugged her against his hard body. His lips covered hers, his tongue sweeping inside to tease the sensitive ridge of her mouth. His hands cupped her bottom, lifting her until she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Need pulsed hard at her core. She rubbed against the ridge of his erection, and he moaned in her mouth. He turned and braced her against the hood of his truck, circling his hips in a way that made her crazy with desperation. She was wet and throbbing and so very empty. Flexing her legs, she drew him even closer and moaned against his lips. “Do you have condoms?”
He shook his head.
“Good thing I brought some, then.”
He drew back a little, his breathing erratic. “Where are they?”
“Pocket of my jacket.” She’d slipped them in there earlier today.
He helped her slide down to her feet and then fetched her jacket from the snow. Without his body heat, she began to feel the cold, so she rubbed her bare arms. Jerking his head toward the driver’s side, he ordered, “Get in the truck.”
She scrambled inside. Gabriel followed her in, slammed the door shut and cranked up the heat. Before she had a chance to think, he tossed the condom on the dash, threw her coat behind the seat and tugged her onto his lap. She straddled him, and the feel of his hard erection against her ever-more-sensitive skin made her breath catch. He cradled her face as he kissed her with growing ferocity. She burrowed closer, sharing his heat until she no longer felt the chill.
“Warm?” he murmured.
She nodded.
“Good. I’ve wanted to do this all night.” He slipped open the top few buttons on her shirt and slid his thumbs under the edges, pushing them to the sides. Her breasts tumbled free, and he cursed. “Goddamn you’re beautiful.”
He cupped her, rubbed her nipples with his work-roughened thumbs and made shivers of lust run down her spine. “Kiss me, Gabriel.”