Page 74 of Hold Me Until Morning

“Cocky Cowboy.” It wheezed out as he rolled his thumb over my throbbing clit.

A chuckle reverberated from deep within his chest, the man enjoying this far too much. He had his face tipped up toward mine, our lips a breadth apart.

I was breathing his air.

The scent of him all around.

That spicy aura drugging me, leaving me desperate for a taste.

“Kiss me.” I begged it.

Something flashed through his expression.

Terror it looked like.

Fear or regret.

But it was gone before I could process it, and surprise was squeezing from my lungs when he had me pressed against the passenger door so quickly that I hadn’t even realized he’d moved.

My mind spun with the disorder that was this man.

A riot.

Peace.

Complete anarchy.

A sweetness that was so hazardous that I felt the truth of it twist like a dull knife in my guts.

Because in an instant, I was spread out for him, one leg bent and pressed to the back of the seat and the other draped out across the floor.

Cody leaned over me, gold eyes glinting in the muted dregs of light.

He took me by the knees and spread me wider. “Look at you. So fucking gorgeous you could make a man weep.”

I arched from the door where I was propped, unable to process it, the sensation and the need and the electricity.

The man enthralling.

Entrancing.

Knocking me free of any sense.

Inhibitions slayed.

He planted one hand on the seat and rose up higher, his attention intent on my face as he slipped his hand between my thighs.

He’d never seemed so enormous than then.

Hovering over me like a leviathan in the cab.

A shield of protection.

A shroud of depravity.

He drove two fingers inside me, and my walls clenched around them. I gasped at the fullness.

“Yeah, knew you’d have a sweet little cunt,” he rumbled.

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