The Gravedigger's Son - Darynda Jones Page 0,30

he have made the first move? Perhaps, but he owed her the words. He owed her closure.

“Tell me you don’t want me.” Her hand slid over his bandages, caressing his rib cage and down to the waistband of his jeans. Despite the strong scent of industrial cleaner in the truck, she could smell him. His soap. She leaned forward to breathe in the woodsy scent, rich and warm like him. “Tell me you left me for a reason,” she said into his ear. She lowered her head to study the button and the zipper. The only two things standing between her and what she wanted most. “Tell me you don’t love me.” She pushed her fingertips into his jeans and released the button. “You never did.” She slid the zipper down. “You’ve been happier without me.” She pulled the two edges of his jeans apart, and the muscles in his abdomen contracted. “We will never work.” She plunged her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around his erection as he sucked in a sharp breath. “It was never meant to be.” She looked up at him and pleaded. “Just stop me already.”

Black tendrils of ink had slid across his eyes as he watched her. Glistening and dark and dangerous, the blackness took over, but it was still him. She could see him in his expression. In the youthful lines of his face.

She tightened her hold. He bit down on his lip and released a soft groan before grabbing her wrist. But it was too late. She sank onto the floorboard between his legs, pulled him free, and slid her mouth over his steely cock.

He grabbed handfuls of hair to rein her in. She inched farther down anyway.

“Amber, fuck.”

Reveling in her power over him, she eased back and then swallowed him again. He grabbed the armrest as she repeated her performance. She felt the blood rush through his rigid cock.

“Amber,” he whispered a microsecond before he dragged her onto his lap and kissed her. His mouth was warm and heady, his scruff soft against her cheeks as he drove his tongue inside her mouth. Seeking. Tasting. Sucking. The kiss grew more desperate, nearly brutal in its exquisiteness.

Now straddling him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, broke off the kiss, and held his head to her breast. He moved his hand into the sweats and over her ass. One hand slid between her ass cheeks and between her legs. She squirmed, but he held her tight. Parted her folds. Dipped his fingers to wet them, then found her clit and circled it, his touch feathery soft, such a contrast to the rest of him.

The orgasm she’d been craving at his hands sparked to life beneath his deft touch, the pressure delicious. “Quentin,” she said, burying her fingers in his hair.

He continued circling, his movements slow and meticulous.

She threw back her head and spread her knees farther apart to give him better access. To let the heat simmering in her abdomen come to a boil. With his free hand, he tugged at her shirt. She lifted it over her head, and he made quick work of her bra.

The cool air tightened her skin. He pulled her against him and took a nipple into his mouth. It sent heat flares to that place in her core where all the orgasms lived, waiting for their turn to blossom. She plucked one and coaxed it forward as his touch grew more urgent. As his tongue teased the delicate peak it had been nurturing.

His desire impatient, he lowered her onto the bench seat. He peeled the sweats off her and kissed the inside of her left ankle before perching that foot on the passenger’s seat headrest. He kissed the inside of her right ankle and perched that foot on the back headrest, then continued peppering the inside of her leg with kisses, leaving heat trails on her skin. When his mouth sought her core and covered her clit, she almost came off the seat.

He forced her back down and suckled her clit softly as she writhed beneath him. She buried her hands in his hair as the world spiraled around her. “Quentin,” she said, her voice more desperate than she’d planned. “Hurry.”

He rose, ripped open a condom, and slid it over his rock-hard erection. She watched, her mouth watering as he stroked his cock, priming it for what came next. Then he hovered over her, his eyes solid black like a predator readying to devour its