Happily Ever After Collection - Melanie Moreland Page 0,60
were too much. I cupped her face, wiping the tears with my thumbs. “Sweet girl,” I murmured.
She covered my hands with hers, gripping my wrists. “Please,” she whispered.
And then my mouth was on hers.
Her lips, so soft, molded to mine. I could taste the salt of her tears, the sweet of her lip gloss, and flavor of her—Laura. It was intoxicating, and I knew I wanted that taste for the rest of my life. As my tongue slid along hers, we both groaned.
I needed more.
I pulled her tight to my chest, one arm holding her close while I used my other hand to pull her hair free of the clip it was caught up with. Her hair tumbled down in a wave of silk that I wrapped my hand in, tugging on the tresses to tilt back her head. I sought out the skin of her neck, kissing, licking, and biting my way back to her mouth, needing her taste back on my tongue. She pulled on my hair, twisting the short strands roughly, holding my face tight to hers. Dropping a hand to her hip, I tugged her shirt out of her skirt, running my hand up the bare skin of her back, trailing over the bumps and ridges of her spine, jerking her closer. She whimpered into my mouth as I ghosted the swells of her breasts, tracing the hardened nipples with my thumbs.
She started to flex and move on my lap, her skirt riding up as she shifted. I groaned as my sheathed cock pressed into her warmth—the heat of her blazing, even through my pants.
“Please, Jackson,” she panted.
Weeks of forbidden desire, raging want, and unending frustration burst. With a growl, I tore away her scrap of lace, slipping my fingers into her wetness, claiming her mouth even deeper. Her head fell back with a groan as I stroked her, building her desire, praising her. “That’s it, Laura. Feel me. Feel what you do to me. Come on my fingers and show me you want me.”
“Jackson!”
I brought her mouth roughly back to mine, my tongue stealing in and taking her breath. She rode my fingers, the muscles clamping down as she shattered, her cry muffled with my mouth.
I hissed with satisfaction as she fumbled and yanked at my belt and zipper. Lifting my hips, I felt the rush of cool air for only an instant before I was surrounded by her wet center. Cursing at the overwhelming feeling of being buried inside her, I grabbed her hips, stilling her motion. “Give me a minute, baby. I want to feel you.”
Her head fell to my shoulder, and she shuddered, letting me set the pace. I slid my hands up her hips and slowly started to thrust, pushing her down to meet my movements. Pushing—pulling—in—out—faster and faster, the blistering heat building between us. The truck was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking—moans, whimpers, sighs, murmurs of endearments, the echoes of our skin meeting and separating. Nothing existed outside this cab—nothing mattered. All that mattered was the intense act happening between us. She pulled her head back with a gasp. I wrapped my hand around her neck, holding her gaze, still thrusting as she climaxed, her eyes huge and filled with ecstasy. My orgasm slithered up my spine, exploding with force, and I gripped her tight, her name falling from my lips as I groaned, emptying myself inside her.
She fell forward, her head resting on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, a feeling of intense affection filling me. Nuzzling her hair, I inhaled her intoxicating scent. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my neck.
“That was…unexpected,” I murmured. “Fucking amazing, though.” I kissed her brow. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Was it what you imagined?”
I chuckled. “Except for the location, yes. I hadn’t planned on our first time in the front seat of a company truck.”
She giggled. “No?”
“Maybe our third or fourth.”
That got me another giggle.
“I liked it.” She shifted and grimaced, a small smile on her face. “We’re a little messy, though.”
“We are.” Then I groaned. “Fuck, Laura. I didn’t…I didn’t even think… Fuck…baby, I’m clean, but I should have used protection. I wasn’t expecting… I didn’t plan…”
She pressed a finger to my mouth. “I’m clean and on birth control, Jackson. We’re fine.”
“Tell me you don’t regret what just happened,” I beseeched.
“Tell me you won’t leave.”
“I can’t leave you now,” I admitted. “I don’t want to stay away from you anymore.”