Batter of Wits (Green Valley Chronicles #22) - Smartypants Romance Page 0,89
yanking it from his belt. His skin was hot under my hands.
"You smell like grass and dirt and mountains." He rubbed his nose underneath my ear and took a good, deep breath.
"I smell like sweat," I said on a laugh. "Can't I shower first?"
Tucker pulled back, his cheekbones flushed pink and his eyes dark in his face. His hands came up to spear into the hair piled on top of my head. "You smell like everything I want," he growled, tilting my head back before he took my mouth again.
I clutched at his back and gave him everything with my kiss.
I want you.
I need you.
I love you.
Tucker's razor-sharp level of desire sliced at the delicate barrier of my skin and split me open, unleashing something bright and powerful and life-giving, and I met his fervor with my own. If he was the match to the fire, I was the air sweeping through, stoking it higher, until it was a completely new, dangerous thing.
His hands left my hair and dug with tight fists into the front of my shirt. "Trust me?" he asked.
"Always."
Whatever he wanted from me, from this, I was ready to offer it up with open palms.
Slowly, and with a tight, vibrating leash on his control, Tucker turned us so that I had no choice but to walk backward toward his truck. Parked in the garage and out of the bright sun, it took a second for my eyes to adjust.
"We going on a ride?"
"Of sorts," he answered. He reached past me and yanked open the passenger door, then tugged me closer, still holding onto the front of my shirt. He devoured my mouth with greedy, sucking kisses, taking and taking, giving me air when I could hardly breathe through the wall of intensity building between us.
My ass met the edge of the truck bench and Tucker lifted me so that I was perched on it. My legs split open so I could hold him closer, my arms python-tight around his neck and shoulders. Back, back, back, he tipped me until I was laid out on the bench. With a groan, I stretched my hands above my head.
"Do you remember what you told me about the day we met?" he asked, eyes pinning me in place, an arrow to the blood-red center of a target.
I laughed under my breath. "I said a lot of things, Tucker."
His hands fisted, he braced over me, a looming shadow that that made my body buzz with anticipation. Whoever, whatever caused this, I wanted to send them a freaking thank you note.
"You know what you said, Angry Girl."
At the nickname, I bit down on my bottom lip and grinned. It was so hard for me to focus on anything with him over me like that. He was between my legs, but not touching me, both of us fully clothed.
I wanted all the clothes off.
All the skin and hands and body parts interlocked in the best possible way.
I wanted this truck bench to be forever christened with me and him.
His nostrils flared, a bull about to charge, as he looked down the length of my body. "You were wearing something an awful lot like this." He pressed my leg up toward my chest, braced against his side, and the brush of his dress pants against the skin of my thigh felt positively sinful. "Something simple that shouldn't have been as sexy as it was." His hand tightened on my leg when I tried to hook it around his back and pull him in more tightly. "And those boots," he growled. "What'd you say, facing me like you were on that road?" he asked again. "I know you know it."
After a shaky inhale, I licked my lips. "I said that if I wanted to screw someone I just met, it was my prerogative."
"Good girl."
"Do I get a reward for guessing right?" I went to unhook his belt, but he gripped my wrists and tossed my arms back up over my head. I raised an eyebrow but complied instantly. Tucker had a secret bossy side, and I was not mad about it.
His hands moved to the neck of my tank top. "If you love this shirt, speak now or forever hold your peace."
My lips stayed shut, and my reward was a satisfying rip and tear of the cotton, exposing the bright blue bralette to the cool air of the garage. He shoved it up while my lungs heaved. Tucker dove down and sucked at my chest angrily.