Speakeasy (True North #5)(23)

“Sure?”

I slide closer to him on the bench seat. Then I place a hand at the center of his chest. For a split second he doesn’t move. But then slowly he turns his masculine jaw in my direction.

“So…” I say in a low voice.

We lock eyes. But I hesitate.

“Fucking kiss me already,” he whispers. “If you’re going to.”

So I do it.





Chapter Seven





Alec


The second May’s mouth touches mine, I’m a goner.

My libido has been humming all night, ever since she shed her coat into my hands, bringing miles of ivory skin into view. I spent the evening wishing I could run my palms down her smooth arms.

But this is even better. May’s kiss isn’t tentative. She tilts her head, fitting her hungry mouth against mine.

And I can’t help it—I gently nip her luscious bottom lip between my teeth. Her breath catches in surprise.

“You like that, don’t you?” I rasp.

She moans into our next kiss.

“Yeah?” I ask against her lips. “Then you’ll love this.” I pull her closer to me, upping the ante, deepening the kiss.

Because this is my role in life—if there’s a song, I make it louder. If there’s a party, I make it bigger. If there’s a pretty girl in my arms who wants my tongue in her mouth, I give it to her.

The sound she makes as we taste each other is deep and hungry.

Yes, my body hums. I slow down, savoring her. I’m good at living in the moment, and I want this one to last. Our tongues tangle. I slip a hand inside her coat, finding her waist. She has a long, taut body that’s tortured me all night. Now I lift the edge of her sparkly top until my thumb finds silky skin.

May shivers in my arms. She sucks on my tongue and groans.

The sound goes straight to my cock, which is already hard. “Come here,” I growl.

May only hesitates for a second. Then she’s on the move. It takes her a minute of scrambling until she arrives on my lap.

The steering wheel is right there in the way, so I reach down to find the lever that controls the seat’s position and yank on it gracelessly until the truck’s seat goes skating backward. And when we come to a sudden stop, May is straddling me—her cleavage right in my face.

I lift my chin, and for a long beat we just stare at each other in the dark. This is the point where it should all seem just a little ridiculous. Two tall people jammed awkwardly together in a Nissan Frontier.

May looks a little shell-shocked. But her eyes are made of fire.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper. “You don’t even know it, do you?”

Her eyes widen. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

I reach up and catch her jaw in my hand. Then I pull her down to me again. We kiss, and I feel the spark between us reignite. One kiss becomes two. Two becomes ten more. I slide my tongue against hers because I never want to stop. I run a hand down the center of her lean body, stopping when I can touch the bare skin of her stomach.

When I do that, she squeezes her legs together, clenching my body. “Fuck,” she groans into my mouth. She grinds against me, and I make a noise like a horny bull in the meadow.

Holy hell. May Shipley has a wild streak. Who would have guessed?

Well, she’s come to the right place. I push her coat off her shoulders so I can kiss the silken neck I admired all evening. And when she flings the coat away, more skin beckons. My eager hands coast down her smooth arms, then over her exposed thighs where her skirt is riding up.

“Yes,” she whispers while her hands take a trip down my pecs.

“Yes what?” I pant.

“Just yes.”

Yes is my new favorite word. I feel crazy now. So hungry. As I claim her mouth again, May practically claws at me, urging me on. I shift my hands around to her bottom, which gets a dirty squeeze.

Her response is to grind more hotly on my aching dick. And then—hallelujah—bold fingers open the button of my trousers.

Who knew May Shipley was so much fun? She works the zipper down an inch or so, until space constraints stop her.

But I like the way she’s thinking, so I up the ante again, working a hand under the back of her skirt, and inside the waistband of her panties. I dip down over the arch of her sweet ass, and she makes a noise of happy surprise.

Teasing her, I skim every inch of her skin, massaging her perfect cheeks. Our mouths are fused into hot kiss after hot kiss. My naughty hand finally breeches the edge of her panties, and instantly my fingertips are drenched in honey.

She grips my shoulders in both hands and gasps.

Hell yes. Now I’m desperate. My voice actually shakes as I say, “Shipley, there’s a condom in the glove compartment.

“Really?” she asks, then kisses me again. “You have a lot of sex in your truck?”

“Wouldn’t say a lot.” I stroke her clit and her thighs clench. “You want to chat about it or do you want to climb on my dick?”

“I…”

Stroke.

She moans. “I can’t think when you do that.”

“Thinking is entirely overrated.” Reluctantly I remove my hand. Then I reach around her body and pop open the glovebox. I find what I’m looking for and offer it to her. “In case of emergency, tear off the wrapper.”