Page 39 of Falcon

“Darlin’, I’m just driving.”

I let out a strangled groan and slammed my hands down onto the seat. “Dammit, Derek, stop! Just tell me!”

His voice was still calm and steady. “What is it you want me to tell you?”

“If you weren’t driving, I’d fucking punch you right now.” He knew what I meant but was riling me up. I started to think he enjoyed that side of me.

His shoulders shook as he fought a grin. “You can hit me if you want, I think we’ll be fine.”

I balled my fist and threw a blow to his shoulder. “Why are you playing with my head? Don’t you think I’ve been through enough?”

The hit barely made him sway. “I’m not playing with your head. At least I’m not trying to.”

“Bullshit! Why are you taking care of me and keeping me with you every damn second of every damn day, then you act like you’re going to kiss me but never do? Why?” I shouted. Fuck, that felt good. Shit. All of my raging emotions came out at once and I started trembling and tears filled my eyes. Fucking embarrassing. “I’m not crying sad tears. I’m really fucking mad, so don’t start acting like I’m being some crazy, irrational woman. Not after you did this.”

I turned, facing out the window, and scooted as close to the door as I could. The truck started to slow but since I was looking everywhere but at him, I hadn’t noticed there wasn’t any place to stop. We were on the side of the road when the truck halted and his door opened. I watched in horror as his dark hair blew in the breeze while he walked in front of the truck and around to my side. Oh God. He was going to put me on the side of the road and leave me there because I yelled at him.

It all was still registering, so I wasn’t quick enough to lock the door, not that it mattered since this truck had a keypad to unlock it. The door flew open and he reached over me, unbuckled my seat belt, and grabbed at my legs.

“Please, no, no, no! I’m sorry I yelled!” I sobbed. “Please don’t leave me here!” Now I was actually crying. I had no clue where we were and there were no stores in sight. Who knew how long I’d have to walk to find something.

He didn’t pull me out of the truck, but turned my body then shoved himself between my legs. His hands came to my face, his big thumbs swiping tears off my cheeks as I choked on my sobs. “Breathe, Daisy. I’m not leaving you anywhere. But I need you tell me if you want me to kiss you, not just if you’re wondering why I haven’t.”

I swallowed hard and held my breath, trying to get the bounce of my shoulders and diaphragm to stop. He waited as I gathered myself and swiped away a few more stray tears. I could barely get the words out as I struggled to suck in a good breath. “I-want-you-to-kiss-me-and-you-you-ha-haven’t.”

Suddenly his hand was in my hair, and his lips crashed into mine. There was nothing gentle about it. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, devouring me. His other hand pulled me closer as his hand tightened in my hair.

My arms wrapped around his wide frame, pulling him as close to me as I could. The feel of the leather under my hands, the brush of his beard on my skin, and the taste of his mouth all had me in a haze of lust. If he wanted to, he could have taken me right there on the side of the road. Being wrapped up with him left a feeling of comfort and need all at the same time.

This stoic, beast of a man was showing me passion. Passion only reserved for me. His calm demeanor was gone; instead, he took my mouth with greed and impulse.

My hips rocked against him, and I could feel his hard cock fighting to get out. I pressed myself closer and grinded against him, not caring that we were on the side of the road.

Falcon pushed back, thrusting himself against my aching pussy. My legs wrapped around him to pull him closer.

His kisses were urgent, and his hands squeezed, pulling my hair and digging into my hip. But I wanted more, needed more.

I was close to spinning out of control when he stopped. My mouth chased his, desperate for his lips on mine again.

“Look at me, Daisy.”

I forced my eyes open, and he was still close, my eyes almost unable to focus on his.My chest was heaving as I caught my breath, but he seemed utterly calm again.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

I couldn’t get it out fast enough. “I’m yours.”

He reached between us, and his huge hand pressed against my pulsing core through my jeans. “And this?”

I nodded but before he could correct me, I whispered, “It’s yours.”

He pulled the button open and shoved his hand down inside; thick fingers finding wet heat.

I gasped and rocked against them. “Falcon, please.”

His fingers dipped into my channel and his thumb found my clit. I’d never been so happy to have jeans that weren’t skintight. He worked me like he’d known my body already. My hips moved, seeking my release. I wanted to feel him, so I reached down but his other hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me from grabbing him. “Not now.”

“Falcon,” I whimpered as I was nearly there.

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