The Lucky in Love Collection - Lauren Blakely Page 0,84

claim her mouth, and shut her up with a kiss. A hard, punishing, powerful kiss for a woman who seems to want it that way.

“Oh God,” she gasps into my mouth, looping her arms around my neck. We crash against the wall next to the sink, utensils clattering. She yanks me closer, and we claim each other.

There’s no prelude, no buildup. Just kissing at sixty miles an hour. Pure need and adrenaline. Heat jolts down my spine. A wild storm of lust surges in my gut.

I grind against her, letting her feel my length, letting her know I’m so goddamn ready to go.

Push. Grind. Press.

She responds to every move with a tighter grip around my neck, with her fingers lacing around my head, with a sharp tug on the ends of my hair.

She’s so fucking fiery. Maybe I’m wrong about her liking orders. But I want to find out every little detail about what turns this woman on.

Or turns her on even more. Judging from her moans and whimpers, she’s already on a fast track to the pleasure zone.

She breaks the kiss and slides a hand down my shirt, dancing over my abs, setting me alight. Her hand reaches the outline of my dick, cupping me. “That feels way more than decent,” she purrs.

I lean my head back and groan. A feral, filthy groan. Because this woman is going to kill me with lust. She’s in my head and under my skin, and I want her more than I want world peace, and hey, I’d really like world peace.

But I’d also like to fuck Perri and make her come again and again. I’d like this truck to be rocking. “I promise you will feel indecent, incredible, indescribable pleasure when I get you naked and under me, above me, and bent over.”

She squeezes harder. “I see you’ve already picked out a wide selection of positions.”

I drop my mouth to hers and bite the corner of her lips. She yelps, then presses her pelvis against me, the perfect angle for friction. “And I see you’re trying to get a piece of my cock right now,” I growl.

Her lips open in a startled O. “I’m going to have to arrest you for filthy language.”

I shake my head and plant a hard, bruising kiss on her pretty mouth. “I think you like filthy language.”

“I think I like what you’re doing to me,” she murmurs and slides her hands around my hips to my ass, squeezing it.

I bend to her again, capturing those pouty lips once more in a searing kiss. I consume her mouth, sweeping my tongue across hers and savoring the flavor of her kiss. I don’t taste tomatoes and cucumber. I taste salt and desire. I taste the sweetness of a hint of gloss. And I smell her want. I fucking inhale her lust. It’s heady and intoxicating, swirling around me, and it makes me want to drag her back to my—

Fuck. There’s no “my place” to go to.

So I kiss her impossibly harder since this is not a woman who likes slow. The thought makes me laugh.

I chuckle as I kiss her, and she slams her hands against my pecs. “What’s so funny about kissing me, Mr. Speedy?”

“I was just thinking how I could give you a ticket for kissing too fast.”

“You don’t like the way I kiss?”

I laugh again, grab her hand, and bring it back to my shaft. “Kitten, I’m so fucking turned on that you’re going to have to lock me in this waffle truck for an hour for my dick to go down. I love everything about the way you kiss. I love that you’re not a slow kisser. I love that you’re ferocious and fiery.” I slide her hand down my length, watching as her eyes go hazy. “I love that you’re as ready for this as I am.”

“Do you think I’m wound up?” Her voice is breathy as she strokes me.

“I bet your panties are soaked and you’re aching between your legs.”

She whimpers, then grabs my jaw and slams my mouth back to hers. “Kiss me hard.”

“As if I’d do anything else.”

I do as the lady asks, devouring her sweet mouth. Our teeth click, our tongues lash, and our breath comes in fast, sharp pants.

I grind against her, and she grinds right back. I half wonder why we’re not fucking right now, but I also have enough brains to know she’s a cop, and even if this truck is on the edge of the market,