Ask Me If I Care (SWAT Generation 2.0 #4) - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,42

his jeans were tight enough that I could see his very there erection.

I ate my bagel in silence after that. I did, however, make sure to be incredibly thorough as I licked my fingers clean.

Toward the end of my bagel, Hayes groaned.

I looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, and he snorted. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

I did.

I just wanted him to say it.

“I have no idea,” I admitted. “Maybe you should enlighten me.”

As I said that, I once again licked a smear of cream cheese off my finger.

It was at that point that I realized we were in the middle of nowhere, and that we were slowing down.

“If you’re not careful,” he said as he once again started to accelerate back up to speed. “I might forget that I’m a gentleman.”

I blinked innocently at him. “Who was it that said you had to be one?”

That was the comment that had Hayes pulling over to the side of the road near some dumpsters, throwing it into park, and reaching for me.

I gasped when I found the remains of my bagel plucked from my fingers, tossed unceremoniously into the bag in the middle console between us, and then my body flying directly toward his.

“Hayes,” I breathed, startled to find myself in his lap. “What are you…”

Then he was kissing me.

Kissing me like he meant it, too.

There was no sweet kissing anymore. It was all carnal and rough. Desperate and passionate.

I gasped and looped my arms around his neck, trying to practically crawl into his skin.

I pulled back with a gasp, and Hayes took advantage of my position and started to shove my shirt up past my bra.

I groaned when he roughly yanked the cups of my bra down and exposed my nipple to his gaze.

And before I could say anything more, be scandalized in the least, he was leaning forward and catching the tip of one into his mouth.

Gasping, I speared my fingers into his hair, groaning as he slowly rolled his tongue over the peak as if he had all the time in the world.

“Hayes,” I gasped. “What are we doing?”

He pulled back only to blow on my nipple, causing it to go even harder.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked. “I was trying to be good,” he moved his hand down between the seat and the door and the seat started to roll backward. “But you continued to tease me. Now we’re gonna have to figure this out. Because I’m not hiking over the next couple of hours with a dick that wants you.”

I moaned when he moved to the other nipple, giving that one the same treatment that he’d just given the other one.

“Do you…” I moaned as he switched back to the first breast. “Do you have a condom?”

He pulled back, biting down lightly on my nipple.

“Yes,” he said simply, his eyes fully focused on mine.

That was when I realized that he was right.

I was turned on beyond belief. Had been in a constant state of arousal for days.

And now was my chance.

I was taking it.

Moving, I slid back on his lap as far as I could go, my back digging into the steering wheel, and started to work the button on his jeans.

He didn’t stop me, but he for sure didn’t help me, either.

He only watched as I unzipped his jeans and then slowly lowered the zipper down until his black underwear was exposed.

His cock bulged out the moment that it tasted freedom, and I reached forward and ran one lone finger down the length of it.

He growled when I stopped, but while he was busy wanting me to keep touching him, I was busy thinking about the best way to get my tight leggings off in the small space allotted to me.

“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding desperate.

“I’m trying to figure out how to get my leggings off without kneeing you in the jaw,” I told him honestly. “And, barring that, I’m trying to figure out the best way to… eep!”

I trailed off as he practically rolled me over the center console, ripped my leggings off, and then brought me all the way back around again, this time with my front facing away from him.

I gasped at the sudden change in position, staring