Page 25 of Won’t Let You Get Away

Holding her firmly in place, I trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck. She tilts her head to the side with a pretty moan.

“More,” she pants, pushing her hips against mine. “Noah, please.”

“How could I resist when you beg so beautifully?” I murmur.

Reaching down, I grip the back of her thighs and lift as she pulls me in for another kiss.

Blindly, I make my way to the backseat of my truck, using one arm to support her weight and fumbling for the door handle. Yanking it open, I step onto the running board and gently toss her onto the bench seat in the back. When I bought this truck last summer, I never paid much attention to the size of the interior, only focusing on its towing capacity and bed size.

But now, I thank whatever higher power may be watching for the spaciousness of the backseat. Bri scoots back and props herself up on her elbows, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes. Kneeling on the bench seat between her legs, one leg half bent on the floor as I close the door behind me.

Swallowing thickly, I hesitate.

“Say it,” I softly demand.

Although I know she hadn’t had a drink before I left, I need to hear her say the words. I need to know that this is truly what she wants.

A nagging voice in the back of my mind warns me that this will only make things more complicated, but it’s all too easy to tune it out when Bri grabs my shirt and pulls me on top of her.

She maintains steady eye contact as she answers.

“Fuck me, Noah.”

“Because you asked so nicely,” I chuckle, before diving back into her kiss.

She moans my name when I palm over her breast, tracing my thumb over her hardened nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Bri gasps and lifts her hips in response, seeking pleasure that I will gratefully give her.

While continuing to tease her breasts, my other hand slips inside the waistband of her pants and underwear.

“Noah.”

As my fingers explore her, I can feel how soaked she already is. “Damn, Sugar. Is all of this for me?” I whisper against her neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. My thumb finds her clit and teases it while I slowly slip a finger inside her.

Bri gasps and nods, but when she doesn’t answer me, I withdraw my finger and tap her clit as best I can with the restriction of her clothes.

“Answer me,” I demand.

“Yes,” Bri moans, arching her hips and demanding more.

Using my elbow to prop myself up on the seat, I watch her intently as I apply pressure to her clit again before returning to her entrance. I enter her slowly, only going in as far as my first knuckle.

Bri squirms beneath me, a deep blush spreading across her face and down her neck.

“Yes,what?”

Her eyes snap open, filled with an unbridled desire that I never want to lose again.

“Yes, I’m wet for you, Noah.” She reaches between us and struggles to remove her pants, pushing them as far down as she can before being stopped by my legs. “Now please…fuck me. I need you.”

“With you begging so beautifully, how could I say no?”

“You definitely shouldn’t,” she replies simply, reaching for my belt and quickly undoing it.

I plant my feet on the floor to give Bri room to take off her leggings while I hastily remove my jeans and boxers. Just as one leg is free, Bri’s hand wraps around my length.

“Fuck me,” I groan as she strokes me.

“I’m trying to do just that, but someone is taking their sweet time,” she retorts with sass.

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