Page 103 of Undeniable

Her voice was laced with challenge and dripping with desire. There was no hesitation when I all but growled, crashing my lips over hers and deepening our kiss. She moaned so prettily for me when I slid my tongue against hers and pulled her closer. She wanted to see how much I wanted her? I was going to show her right then and there.

Without breaking our kiss, I slid off the tailgate. The moment my boots hit the ground, my hands found her hips, and I tugged her closer to the edge in one quick movement. She gasped into my mouth and then smiled against my lips. I pushed her legs wider and stepped between them.

“I don’t even have to ask. I already know you’re going to let me fuck you out here. Right where anyone could see.”

Her only response was a muffled moan just before she began fumbling with my belt. Her lips were urgent against mine, as were her hands, andGod,I was fucking lucky.

I quickly popped the button of her jeans and only stepped back long enough to rip them from her body, along with her shoes. I tossed them in the truck bed behind her and resumed our kiss. Gripping her thighs, I took a moment to remind myself to slow down and take my time.

But as I was trying to control myself, Ivy had undone my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and in the next second, her warm hand was wrapped around my cock. The only thing between her smooth palm and my rapidly hardening length was the thin fabric of my briefs.

I tugged her black T-shirt over her head and kissed my way down her neck and over her chest before pushing one cup of her bra to the side and sucking one nipple with an unforgiving roughness. She panted and pushed her chest into my mouth, searching eagerly for more. Which I gave her by biting softly on the sensitive peak.

She whimpered, and my cock jumped at the sound. My body was buzzing with desire, and every little sound or movement she made was just too perfect to ignore.

I switched to the other breast, lathering that one with just as much attention before I discarded her bra altogether. Left only in a pink lace thong, she looked like the epitome of all my dreams and everything I thought I would never have again.

I stepped back only enough to let my eyes roam over her and really appreciate every gorgeous inch before diving back in.

Her legs were still wide, her arms braced behind her, holding up most of her weight as I ran one finger from her knee up her inner thigh. I could feel the tiny goose bumps that pebbled her skin in the wake of my touch.

Teasing her was my favorite. I loved it when she was so far past caring that she moaned loudly and writhed with every touch, begging for pleasure and release. But as much as I loved it, there wasn’t enough time for it. And I was nearly ready to beg myself.

I pushed her panties to the side and exposed her cunt. My thumb teased her clit in small, sharp circles before I dropped lower and ran my finger over her opening, groaning at how wet she was for me.

Each breath from her lips was a hurried pant, and each sigh or moan was my cue that she was enjoying every second.

“My little Killer, so eager for my cock,” I muttered as my finger slipped back and forth over her, trailing leisurely from her clit to her wet opening.

“Don’t pretend like I’m the only one that’s eager.” Her words were punctuated with a hearty moan as I plunged two fingers inside her. She wrapped around me so well, squeezing and pulling my fingers deeper. The reminder that my cock would shortly replace my fingers inside her was nearly too much.

But I slowly pushed my fingers in and out, bending them slightly and paying extra attention to the spot only an inch or two inside.

As I fingered her, I stepped out of my boots and threw my jeans into the truck bed. She panted, eyes heavy with lust, but leaned forward and tugged at the hem of my shirt. Quickly, she yanked it over my head and tossed it behind her while I replaced my fingers inside of her. Her hands roamed the planes of my stomach and chest. Until they stopped, her eyes affixed on my chest just beneath my throat.

My fingers never stopped their coaxing motion, and a smile lifted my lips.

“You… you kept it,” she muttered, her fingers grasping the small flower charm hanging around my neck. It was the aster with the deep-blue sapphire in the center.

The same one she gave me.

“I did. I rarely take it off, actually.” I hadn’t been kidding when I told Devon that I’d carried her with me. She’d never left me because I wouldn’t have been able to stand it if she had.

“But,” she started, leaning forward even more to get a closer look in the dim moonlight. “But I haven’t seen it, and I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.”

I slipped my fingers from her and stepped closer, teasing my cock back and forth over her cunt. One of her hands wrapped around my neck while the other continued to finger the charm. I sucked her off my two fingers, and my mouth watered with the small taste.

“I hadn’t replaced the chain since you gave it to me, and while we were in Willowwood for the festival, it finally broke. My mom replaced it for me, and in the chaos of leaving to find you, I hadn’t remembered to grab it. She just brought it back to me when she came to Austin for your birthday. I promise I’ve worn it every single day for thirteen years.”

She finally looked away from the necklace long enough to meet my gaze. Something like understanding flashed in her green depths, and then a smile graced her face. I kissed the corner of her mouth as I tightened my grip on my cock and began to press into her.

“You never really hated me, did you?” she asked.

I kissed her again and pushed fully inside of her. “Never.”

She gasped and twisted both hands around my neck to keep our bodies as close as possible. She was so wet that I easily slipped in and out of her as her mouth brushed over mine. Everything about her was intoxicating. I felt light-headed and high when I was just around her, consumed by everything she did and everything she said.

“I told you before, I never did,” I murmured against her parted lips. I nipped at her bottom lip, and she squeezed her eyes shut against every sensation. Like she, too, was overwhelmed.

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