Page 27 of That Kiss

“That’s your only saving grace. Otherwise, I’d have you pinned to this wall with my cock.”

He slides me down to my feet, spinning me toward his truck and grabbing a handful of my ass as he leans down and whispers gruffly in my ear, “I want to sink my teeth into you.”

I can say with absolute certainty that no man has or ever will handle me like Decker Slade—the way his words make me want to throw away every rule, every caution, and just leap. But this is just tonight. This is sex; this is physical. We’ve had no talks about what this is or if it even is anything, and I’m not about to overthink it and ruin it.

He peels out of the parking lot in his urgency to get us home, but I have a plan.

“Slow down,” I say, reaching over to place my hand on his thigh as I run my tongue up his neck.

“Oh?” he says, confused for a second until my hands reach for his belt and undo it. “Ohhh,” he says again, a knowing groan escaping his lips as my hands wrap around him.

“Eyes on the road,” I whisper before ducking my head into his lap and taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. The second my lips hit his skin, he has one hand in my hair and the other on the wheel as I begin to work him with my mouth. His breath grows heavy, and a labored fuck yes hits my ears as he pushes my head down to take him further.

I’m taking him deep and slow when the truck starts to decelerate for the one stop sign I know he has to pass to get to his house.

“Shit,” he mutters. “Juney, get up. There’s a cop next to the stop sign. And my window’s down.”

But I don’t stop. Instead, I take him the deepest I can, the sounds of my efforts filling the cab as he slows to a complete stop.

“Everything good?” His voice is strained and he keeps his hand on my head to push me down harder. I can’t hear what the officer says, but a few seconds later, we’re moving again and Decker is telling him good night. Once we’re past the flashing red and blue lights, I slowly pull myself from him and sit back, wiping my mouth.

“What was that about?”

Decker is white-knuckling the wheel, his eyes staring straight ahead. “Jesus fucking Christ, I was a second from blowing, Juney. Fuck, why’d you stop?” He hits the wheel.

“You said to get up,” I say innocently, knowing it’s only going to make him more frustrated.

“Before the cop!” he shouts, and I can’t hold back my laughter.

“I know, I was just having some fun with you. Should I finish?” I reach for him but he pushes my hand away and stuffs himself back into his jeans.

“No, I’ve got other plans for you.”

“What was that about anyway?”

“I think just a speed check or something.”

“Is someone going to pout now?” I run my hand over his arm.

“I’m not pouting. Just thinking of how I want to take it out on you.” We pull into the ranch, taking the winding road to his house. He whips the truck around, backing it into his six-car garage, then puts it in park and stares at me. “Any suggestions?”

We both watch as he traces a single finger up my thigh. He moves with purpose, like the way he can maneuver a massive truck so easily. I want to scream and rip his clothes—then mine—off because of the anticipation. It feels like every time I’m alone with him, the air grows charged and there’s an unspoken whisper of what’s to come.

“Kiss me,” I say softly.

He reaches his other hand around and presses it against my neck to pull me toward him. His lips caress mine gently, his tongue slipping past them only for a second before pulling back just before it turns into something more. I lean forward, wanting more, but he holds me still.

“Greedy.” He leans in and nips my lips again. “I plan to do a lot more of that, but there’s one thing that keeps coming to mind when I think about what I want to do to you.”

“What’s that?” I barely squeak the words out with my suddenly-dry mouth.

“I want you at my mercy.”

“Meaning?”

His hand is still tangled in my hair, resting against my neck. “Meaning I get to use you over,” he kisses me on the corner of my lips, “and over,” he kisses the other corner, “and over again.” Then he kisses me—really kisses me—until I’m left breathless. “And you get to do nothing but take it.”

By the time we’re inside the house and our clothes are off, strewn down the hall piece by piece, I am completely and utterly at his mercy. He has me naked, spread out on a giant ottoman in his living room, as he laps at me after my first orgasm. His tongue dances across my clit, sending an aftershock through me that has me squeezing my thighs against his shoulders.

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