Then her words penetrated his lust-fogged brain. His gaze sharpened on her as he reached out, jerking her to him.
“Never let me hear you say something like that again,” he barked ruthlessly as her eyes widened in shock and he gave her a quick, hard shake. “Pretend, your ass. For Christ’s sake, Janey. I want you until I can’t breathe for it. I have for years. And the only thing you’re tainted with is my f**king touch. Because by God, I should know better.”
The desperate, blinding need that exploded inside him, to wipe such a thought from her head, spilled
through Alex. He ached; to the center of his soul he ached that she somehow believed she wasn’t truly desirable, that she was tainted and somehow unworthy.
“Look at you.” His voice was an agonized whisper as he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, holding her as he moved, shifted, bending over her until she had no choice but to recline back on the bench seat.
God, now he knew why he hadn’t wanted that f**king console in his truck. So he could do this.
“You make me so f**king hard I can’t even think.” He lowered his head and nipped her pouty lower lip.
Damn truck was too small. He shoved his knee between her thighs and braced his foot on the floor. But hell. He shoved his knee right against her pu**y, watching that damned skirt slide up her thighs to reveal white lacy panties.
He was not f**king her in this truck, he thought. It wasn’t going to happen. There simply wasn’t enough room.
“Alex.” She whispered his name, her h*ps moving, riding his knee as her arms twined around his neck.
“Kiss me hard and deep. Like you’re as hungry for me as I am for you.”
Janey was dying inside. She needed him. She’d partied and had fun tonight, maybe had one beer too many, but she hadn’t forgotten that she wasn’t dancing with Alex. He hadn’t taken her out; he wasn’t holding her, laughing with her.
And then he had been there, like a fantasy come to life. Hard and warm, holding her in his arms, dancing with her, staring at her with all that hunger in his eyes, and all she wanted was one night. Just this one night to be more than the traitor’s daughter, more than the responsibility he had to babysit.
She was no one’s baby. Sometimes she felt as though she belonged to nothing and no one. Tonight, just for a little while, she wanted to belong to Alex.
She lifted to him, her thighs tightening on the hard width of his knee shoved against her pu**y, and oh, that felt so good. Her arms tightened around his neck, her tongue licking out at his lips.
And then he was there. His lips covered hers with that hungry groan she loved so much and he was kissing her hard and deep. One hand held her neck, keeping her in place. The other gripped the hem of her skirt, jerking it higher, over the band of her stockings.
She could feel him all over her. From her lips to her legs. So warm and hard, like a living blanket filled with fiery heat.
“I’m not f**king you in a pickup.” He groaned, sipping at her lips now rather than devouring them.
Teasing her with his kisses. “I’m telling you now, Janey. I’m not doing it.”
“Okay,” she panted in excitement, her hands moving down his chest as he eased back, pulling the shirt from his jeans before her fingers moved to his belt. “We can do other stuff.”
“Ah hell.” His groan almost made her smile.
“I want to taste you again, Alex.” She jerked his belt open, loosened it, then pulled at the metal button of his jeans. “I want you in my mouth, against my tongue. I want to suck you, taste you.”
She slid the zipper of his jeans down, her eyes widening as his c**k sprang free.
“Hmm, commando,” she whispered breathlessly, using both hands to surround it, stroke it. “Alex. I’m scandalized.”
“You’re about to get more scandalized. Because, baby, you’re gonna suck my dick until I fill your mouth.”
She’d never heard that tone in his voice. It sent a shiver down her spine as he pulled back, sitting back in the seat to lean against the door, his c**k rising from his jeans, thick and hard as he pulled her up between his legs.
One large hand circled the heavy stalk; the other clasped her neck again. She hadn’t realized how sexy that was, how much she loved his strong fingers controlling her head, holding her wherever he wanted her.
Submission wasn’t a game she played, but this, the firm, determined hold of a man who knew what he wanted, knew how to take a woman. Oh yeah, this she liked.
She tugged back, staring up at him as she knelt in front of him, her lips parting as she fought to breathe.
“It’s awful big,” she drawled before licking her lower lip. “Maybe I can’t handle it.”
The amused grunt that filled the cab almost had her grinning. “I’ll teach you how to handle it.”
He palmed the back of her neck, pushing her down. “Lift your ass while you go down on me, baby. Give me something to play with while you blow my mind.”
Janey wrapped her fingers around the engorged shaft. Her tongue peeked out, licked over the damp crown, and she moaned at the taste of him. Moaned at the hard jerk of his cock, the rasp of his breath.
He reclined against the door, one leg on the floor, the other stretched out along the seat, and his c**k really was big. She loved it. It was thick and long, and for tonight, it was all hers.
She pursed her lips, pressed them over the slit, then slid them down over the throbbing heat as she felt his hands, both of them, clench in her hair.
“Christ. Your mouth,” he groaned. “Janey, sweetheart, you’re going to kill me.”
She was dying herself. She surrounded the thick crest with her mouth, remembering the taste of him in the bar, salty and male, dark and delicious. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him pumping in her mouth, filling her with his release.
She could feel her own pleasure building at his ragged, hoarse groans. Electric sensation whipped through her, sizzled between her thighs, wrapped around her clit, and tormented it with the need for orgasm.
“Damn. Baby. Such a sweet little mouth.” His voice was harder now, darker. He was loving it. Loving what she was doing to him, and it filled her mind, intoxicating her. He was more potent than whiskey.
His pleasure tore through her mind, building her own. She was touching him. This hard, experienced man.
A man she’d never believed she would have in her bed. Touching him and he was loving it. He was hard and hot in her mouth, his muscles tight, bunching each time she flicked her tongue over the broad crest and sucked him deeper into her mouth.