Page 73 of Don't Let Go

“I am,” he said, almost agreeably. The cool steel of the blade’s flat side teased a nipple before he sliced through my sports bra. The fabric peeled away almost effortlessly. I bit my lower lip as he seemed singularly focused on his task.

The air against my flushed skin made me shiver, more in anticipation than cold. The slices to the bra left it in several strips of fabric and my breasts bared. Then he dispensed with the sweatshirt similarly.

A blush spread over my skin at the smile on his lips. The possessive gleam in his honey brown eyes had me reaching for him. He didn’t object to my hands on him, but he didn’t abandon me for a moment. If anything, he spread his legs as he knelt over me and began to slice off my pants.

“I could just take them off,” I told him, but his grunt in response made me laugh.

“I’m having fun…” He glanced up at me, then winked. “Since we bought you these clothes, I’ll be more than happy to replace them. Or you can go naked, I’m not fussy.”

“Oh… you’re not?” I dared him. A slam of a cupboard in another part of the truck reminded me that we were hardly alone. As big a space as they’d created, it was hardly private.

Then the smooth side of the blade glided down my abdomen as he cut through my pants. “Don’t worry about them,” he told me, the metal seemed hot through my panties as he glided over the pubic mound to my thighs. “They don’t mind.” Then he pitched his voice louder. “You guys are good, right?”

My mouth fell open and I stared at him.

“Yes,” Remy answered, his voice gliding through me like a caress all its own. Then he was justthereglancing around the room divider. The verythinroom divider. They were literally right there.

Blazing heat scorched my face and my skin. I was torn, I wanted to hide from the hunger in Remy’s sweeping gaze. He didn’t stare at me, but he also didn’t avoid looking at me.

“Keep watch, yeah?” McQuade continued. “I’m going to be distracted for at least an hour.”

Goosebumps raced over my skin.

“You can do better than that,” Locke called. “Or is that your age talking?”

“I’ll deal with him,” Remy said before McQuade could respond, amusement tinging each word. Then he seemed to focus on me and when his gaze and mine collided, he held it for a long moment. His words from before whispered sensuously against my ear…Just know, that when you and I have sex, I really want you to enjoy that too.Maybe he heard it too because he nodded slowly. “Enjoy yourselves.”

Then he was gone and my gaze riveted up to where McQuade watched me. The smile he wore softened everything about him, blurring away the harder edges. “Feel better?”

That seemed an odd description for what just happened but… “Yes,” I said. “I never want to seem like…” How did I say this?

“That you’re leaving them out?” McQuade suggested before he dipped his head and caught one of my nipples against his teeth. The hard suction was so sudden and unexpected, I arched my back and gasped. The sound escalated as he nibbled against the hardened tip, before stroking the cold blade over my too hot skin.

My thoughts scattered as a bolt of pure lust struck. It dragged from where his mouth connected with my breast and seemed to pull the liquid heat all the way from my core. Squeezing my thighs together, I writhed under the sensory overload of his caresses.

I didn’t know what to focus on first. He abandoned the first nipple and the air was almost brutally cold. The skin pebbled even tighter and then he had the blade right there and I let out another cry as he sucked my neglected nipple into his mouth.

The cool steel was everywhere, like the heat of his mouth. He never slipped, never cut, but the stroke of it over my skin was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. He left my nipples to kiss a path to my throat and then his mouth fused with mine.

Fierce, nipping kisses, followed by a long, drugging one as his tongue dueled with mine. I could barely grasp one wave of sensation before he washed me in another. What the hell was he doing? I dragged my fingers down his denim clad thighs, trying to hold on.

His beard alternated between silky softness and rasping abrasion where he kissed me. Pleasure and pain, magnified by the way he ravaged me. Then that dangerous mouth moveddown my chest, paying particular attention to my breasts, then my stomach.

When he reached my soaked panties, he killed me by rubbing his nose against them. “You smell fucking fantastic, Sugar Bear. All hot, and wet, and desperate…”

I fucking felt that way. I pushed up onto my elbows, and forced my eyes open to stare down at him. He rubbed his cheek against my abdomen and then down to my thigh before moving to the other thigh and coming back up.

There were little scrapes of red from his beard marking my skin. Everywhere he touched left me more desperate for him. My pants were gone, so were my shoes and my socks. All that was left were my panties.

When my gaze locked onto his, he began to smile and the gleam in those honey brown eyes backed all the air up in my lungs. He didn’t look away as the blade slid under the fabric. The caress of steel was a sensual promise I wanted to pursue.

The slices were so clean, I didn’t even hear them. Just one moment I had panties and the next they were gone. It left me bare to him. Not once did he look down, he held me captive with his eyes as he dipped his mouth.

One kiss above the pubic bone. Then another to where my thigh joined my hip, then the other side. All at once my thighs spread like a butterfly and he grinned.

“Ready?”

It was a dare and a request all at once. The earlier tears filmed my eyes all over again. He wanted me on board for every part of this.

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