Page 83 of Bad Kind of Love

Intense passion that made my skin tremor every time he was near me.

We were explosive, and too damn stupid to realize how wrong this was.

As our kissing increased, becoming more chaotic, I pressed my hand down harder onto his cock until a loud groan flew out of his mouth.

“As much as I want to tear that dress off of you and fuck you right here.” He sighs between kisses. “I have somewhere to take you.” Pulling away from my mouth, he rests his forehead against mine.

“Where are you taking me?” I smile, beyond curious to see what he had up his sleeve.

“It’s a surprise.” He whispers while gently rubbing a finger across my bottom lip. On instinct, my tongue darts out and my mouth clamps over his finger, digging my teeth softly onto his flesh.

“I wouldn’t be all that opposed to staying right here for a bit.” I tease, dragging my teeth down his finger and watching as his eyes turn as black as the night sky.

Pulling his finger out of my mouth, he swiftly twists the key in the ignition, and starts up the truck.

“Not happening.” He grunts, throwing the gear into drive. “Getting caught by a nosy neighbor isn't on the itinerary tonight.”

Throwing myself back into the seat, I smile. “Damn.” I joke, strapping the seatbelt over my body.

We head down the quiet road past my house then make a turn towards town.

“You hungry?” He asks while staring ahead.

“Extremely.” I mumble under my breath, dropping my eyes down his body. With a black tee stuck to his form like a second skin, I forcibly glue myself into the seat so I don’t sink my greedy claws into him.

I wanted him more than I wanted anything in my life. He made me wild with need, and filled an emptiness in my heart that I never knew existed.

“For food.” He mutters, giving me a side glance. “Not my cock.”

“Kind of.” I replied with heated cheeks after the word cock flew out of his mouth.

Nodding, his arm maneuvered behind him, messing with something in the back seat.

“I hope you like sandwiches.”

Twisting my head to look in the back, I notice a small picnic basket sitting on the floor board.

“Did you make us food?” I ask surprised, feeling my heart swell in my chest from the gesture.

“Yah, I thought this would be better than going out somewhere.” His shoulders shrug nonchalantly.

Staring at him in awe, I never expected Jack to have a romantic side. Everything between us was sexual up to this point, and seeing this side of him was what I’ve been longing for.

I wanted a deeper connection.

I wanted to know everything about him, especially his past and the secrets that he buried deep inside so no one would find.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” I grin, imagining him in his kitchen preparing everything.

“There are a lot of things I can do.” He returns a sly smirk my way.

“I don’t doubt that.” I agree, shifting my body in the seat as I think about all the possibilities of what he can do.

About ten minutes pass as we continue driving, then suddenly Jack takes a sharp right down a gravel road that's surrounded in trees. Peering out the window, I try to figure out where we are and what we're doing here until I’m officially stumped.

“Any particular reason why we’re driving down a sketchy road in the middle of nowhere?” I turn my head and glance at Jack with a worried expression fitted across my face.

Laughing, he keeps his eyes focused on the road. Lounging back, he grips the wheel with one hand and the other swipes at his lower lip.

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