Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(45)

“Apology accepted. Just so you know…I have been workin’. Time got away from me and before I knew it, I realized I hadn’t seen the real you in a week.”


She pulled back to look at him. “The real me?”


“I’ve been paintin’ pictures of you. But retouching you on canvas ain’t nothin’ like touchin’ you in the flesh.” His frustrated growl was a balm to her pride. “Jesus, Macie, enough talkin’. Kiss me already.”


Her mouth trapped his. She forced her tongue between his warm lips and poured herself into him. A hot, drawn-out opened-mouthed kiss that left her wet with need, and had him grinding his hard cock into the soft notch between her thighs.


“The things you do to me make me think of all the nasty things I wanna do to you.”


Carter scraped his teeth down her throat. “I ain’t feelin’ very gentlemanly. I want to f*ck you right f*ckin’ now. I don’t think I can wait until we find the closest bed.” He growled,


“How daring are you feelin’?”


“Not very. But you make me want to be daring.”


“That’s music to my ears.”


“Yeah?”


“Yeah. Ever done it on the hood of a car?”


She’d never done it in a car. She imagined hot metal on her back; hot man on her front. Whoo-ee. She could be down with that. “Do you have a condom?”


“Sweet darlin’, I’ve got a whole pocketful.”


Chills broke out across every inch of her flesh as he nibbled her neck. She moaned.


Loudly. “Like that, do you?”


“Yes. Your mouth feels like liquid fire.”


“Funny. That’s the way my cock feels too.”


Laughing, Macie pushed away. “You gonna take off your pants before the crotch catches fire? Before you get in my car?”


“Oh, so Miz Daring decides we’re doin’ this in the car, as opposed to against it?”


“Yep.”


“Works for me.” Carter kept his eyes on hers as he kicked off his boots and shucked off his Wranglers. His cock bobbed against his bellybutton and he grinned at her wide-eyed expression. “Commando all the way for you, darlin’. Your turn. Strip.”


Macie had changed out of her ugly polyester uniform before clocking out, but she hoped her skin didn’t reek like grease. In a flash her denim shorts and her panties were at her feet and her T-shirt dangled from the hood.


“Bra too.”


“Nope. You still have your shirt on.”


Carter tugged and the pearl snaps gave way, showing just a sliver of his golden flesh from his collar to where the hem brushed his balls.


“Enough.”


He lifted a brow. “Enough? I thought you wanted me to take it off?”


“Well, I don’t want to make it too easy for you.”


“Easy?”


“I think I wanna test you, see how good you are at removing my bra in the dark, in the car, while I’m bouncing on your lap. You might get a little flustered.”


“You issuin’ me a challenge?”


“Yep.”


“What do I get if I pass your challenge?”


Just say it. Be daring. But it sounded too crude, a little slutty, and a lot naughty in her head no matter how she phrased it.


“Macie? What do I get?”


“Whatever you want.”


Carter’s eyes narrowed. “We’re talkin’ whatever I want sexually, right?”


“Yep.”


“What if I want something you ain’t never given another man?”


“Then it would be yours to take.”


The air between them turned thick with need.


“Remember you said that. Get in the f*ckin’ car, before I throw you on the goddamn ground and f*ck you in the gravel and weeds.”


“We’ve already done that once.”


He growled.


“Slip on a condom, cowboy, slide your fine butt in the seat and wait for me. I need to get something out of the back.”


“What?”


“You’ll see.”


Crickets chirped in the darkness but she scarcely heard them over the blood rushing in her ears. The weight of the car shifted as Carter climbed inside. Macie grabbed the case from under the seat and skirted the front end. She hesitated when she saw the raw, hungry look on Carter’s face through the windshield.


“Don’t make me come out there and get you,” he warned.


Before she lost her nerve, she crawled on his lap. As she set the case on the driver’s seat, her knee smacked into his groin.


He sucked in a sharp breath. Then, “Jesus-Christ-Almighty-Oh-holy-mother-of-god-oh-f*ck-oh-shit-oh- goddamn that hurts.”


“Oh, sorry sorry sorry. I’m didn’t mean to.”


“I know.”


“Sorry, Carter, oh, what can I do?”