Seducing the Bridesmaid (Wedding Dare, #3)(27)
He jerked the wheel into the first side street he saw, driving down it until there was no risk of someone walking by casually. He slammed the truck into park and turned to her. “I haven’t touched anyone in months. And I’m glad that you care.” Then he hauled her across the seat and into his lap.
Chapter Ten
Regan didn’t know what possessed her to open her mouth and spill, but she’d taken one look at the vulnerability on Brock’s face and all her walls came crashing down. This man, a man who seemed to actually see her, had just bared a part of himself. She couldn’t let her smart-ass comment stand. It wasn’t fair.
Having him haul ass down a side street and yank her into his lap was just icing on the cake.
She straddled him, shivering when he ran his hands up the outside of her thighs. Brock had the look of a man who was drowning and didn’t give a damn. He pulled her closer and kissed her neck. “I’ve never given a f*ck about women’s clothing, but I can’t stop obsessing about your goddamn shoes.”
“That’s good, because I’ve been dreaming about your stupid laugh lines.” She cupped the back of his head and moaned as he fitted her hips perfectly against his so that his cock pressed against her center. “Also, this. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this.”
“Mmmm. Me, too.” He let go of her hip to cup her breast. “Has the running helped?”
A breathless laugh escaped her. “No. Not even a little bit.”
“That’s too bad.” He thrust against her. “But there’s a silver lining.”
“Does it involve less talking?”
His grin made her so damn wet she had to struggle not to grind against him. “Talking is definitely optional.”
“I like this idea.” She kissed him, teasing open his mouth and drawing a moan from both of them. It didn’t matter that they were in a semipublic place and could be caught by anyone walking by. It didn’t matter that Brock wasn’t part of her plan. Nothing mattered except getting him inside her.
He must have been thinking along the same lines because he moved them sideways and she heard the glove compartment click and then a crinkle of what she hoped to God was a condom, because the thought of stopping right now had her almost willing to throw out every single bit of common sense she had.
“Take off your panties.”
She slid to the seat next to him and shimmied out of them while he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down. She watched him roll the condom on, greedy for the sight of him. And what a sight it was. Even mostly covered in clothing, he was a study in male perfection.
It really wasn’t fair.
As Brock made as if to push her back onto the seat, she shook her head. “I want to be on top.” She couldn’t totally give up control, not now, when she was already compromising her plan in such a big way.
For a second, she thought he’d argue, but then he pulled her into a quick kiss. “I swear to God, woman, I’m going to make love to you good and proper before the week’s out.”
Not if she had anything to say about it. But now wasn’t the time to tell Brock that this changed nothing between them. It couldn’t. She wouldn’t let it.
She moved to the side while he lay down and then climbed on top of him. As she sank onto his length, she was grateful for a whole lot more. Regan hissed out a breath as she took him in fully, rocking against him so that he rubbed all the right spots. “You feel so good.”
“You have no idea.”
She opened her eyes to find him watching her, and if she thought he’d shown vulnerability before, it was nothing compared to the look of naked need on his face now. Unable to deal with exactly what that meant, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the feeling of him inside her, his hands on her hips urging her on. The sound of their ragged breathing filled the cab of the truck, and she was struck by the desire to be naked with him in a bed, to let him do all the things to her that his dark eyes promised.
It was impossible, though.
All too soon her orgasm loomed. Her strokes became jerky as she chased that feeling of wholeness blooming inside her, but Brock kept her going. “Fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful.” And just like that, she was coming, her nails digging into his forearms as he slammed into her and finished with a groan.
She let herself slump onto his chest, promising that it would only be for a few minutes. Then she’d move. In a few minutes.
He smoothed her hair, the violent beating of his heart a drum against her ear. “That was something.”
If by something, he meant a goddamn disaster, then he was right. How was she supposed to deal with the fledgling feelings burgeoning inside her? Brock wasn’t part of the plan. He may not have an army of sluts at home, but he also lacked the key things she needed in order to be in a relationship with him. A relationship only worked if two people brought the best they had to the table and, in turn, brought out the best in each other. She might be happy with Brock for a little while, and he’d sure as hell shown some drive in pursuing her, but that spark might not always be there. If her parents had taught her anything, it was that relationships took work. She wasn’t sure she could risk putting it all on the line based on a handful of days. If she did and it didn’t work out…
It would break her heart.
It was a shame she couldn’t be sure she would avoid that outcome altogether. He already had his hooks into her. Even after so short a time, if she walked away, she was going to walk away bleeding.