Page 16 of Stealing Iris

“I can’t,” she says, the answer heavy with regret.

I push my hand in her hair, smoothing back the sleek curls as I tilt her head to drop kisses on the side of her neck. “You sure?”

“Yes.” This time the word is tortured.

“I should have kept driving when I had the chance,” I mutter beside her ear.

“And we wouldn’t have eaten.”

The setup is much too sweet for me to let it go. “Oh, trust me, I would have eaten.” I run my tongue along her heated skin.

“Dante.” Her answering shiver tells me she’s reliving moments from our night together.

“You know as well as I do, if I reach between your legs, I’ll find your little clit covered in your essence.”

She whimpers, and I run the pads of my fingers over the V of her legs. Her grip tightens on my arms then she leans into me from chest to thighs. The shock of holding her nearly knocks me on my ass. Every bit of this beautiful woman is within reach, and I’m trying my damnedest not to do something stupid. But there’s one thing I can’t control around her, and the tiny hitch in her breath says she figured out I’m hard.

“Are you sure you didn’t wear this to torture me?”

“Promise,” she says, her voice low and sweet. I run my hand over a plump cheek, bringing her close, to feel real pressure against my cock. Her whimper, deep in her throat, may actually be dissolving my brain.

I could easily bend her over the seat… No. Not like that. I could pick her up, drawing her legs around me as I bury myself inside her, and to hell with the rest of the world. Though I’ve never been one to give a damn before, this time jealousy itself stops me in my tracks. I won’t share Iris, not with anyone. People around us might stop to watch and enjoy, or, worse yet, to judge.

I shift us into the corner, where the door blocks her from view. Her arms come around my shoulders, and I move up her body and under her top within two or three pounding heartbeats. Her bra isn’t much of a barrier. I wrap my hand around her breast, fighting a mad urge to tighten my hold. I squeeze my eyes shut, but it only makes me much more aware of her nipple, a tight little diamond cutting into the center of my palm.Get her back to the store…work…you’re not doing this here. Then she pushes into my hand, shredding the last of my good intentions.

“You’re gonna be late.”

*****

IRIS

He follows me into the back seat of the truck cab, a look of dark promise on his face as he shuts the door behind him. My pulse races through my body, throbbing between my legs and scattering my thoughts. I scoot along the seat, making room, but his arm goes between my waist and the backrest, wrapping around me in a smooth move. His eyes are heavy lidded, calling to me to submit to the storm in their depths. My lips part, and I trace the edge with my tongue. He’s staring, and I struggle to draw breath as he pulls me in for a kiss. The taste of him is both quick and intoxicating, building on the need he’s already created in me.

This isn’t like any version of making out I’ve experienced. I hadn’t realized I was craving his touch until we were flattened against each other, with his mouth taking over. I want more, more of his kiss, more of his tongue tangling with mine, and more of his body pressing into me.

“You like being here, knowing you made my dick hard.” I’m speechless. Yes, I know where things may end up going, but I can’t bring myself to stop him. “And knowing I’m dying to taste those stiff little nipples again.” I’m both shocked and aroused, aching for his touch. I’ve never had a guy talk to me like this, much less touch me like this in public. Yet I want nothing more to have him take his fill.

His palm settles on the back of my waist, steadying me. Meanwhile, his other hand slips under my blouse to flip open the clasp at my back. Pushing up my bra, he sweeps over my breast with possession. I’m left pressing my thighs together to curb the wetness he’s created. His thumb and index finger pluck my hard nipple, playing with the tip until the simple caress draws a whimper. Dante pulls back, his touch becoming tender as his lips move along the side of my neck, dropping kisses all the way down to my shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says in a low, rough voice. I don’t doubt it, remembering his heated gaze when all this started.

“I’m fine,” I whisper. He brings my legs up, folding them under me so I’m kneeling then pulls up my blouse. I adjust on the seat, looking around despite the tint on the windows. We’re a few yards away from the sidewalk, across the road from an office building, with people going about their business. None of them aware of what we’re doing in the cab of his truck.

His mouth closes around me, his tongue coming through with deep strokes around the edge of my nipple. The throbbing starts again, intensifying with every stroke. In seconds, I’m clutching the back of my seat for all I’m worth.

“That’s good, baby,” he murmurs, his hands at my sides. I’m practically leaning into him now, and the change in position seems to do it for him. His thumbs hook my top, pushing up until my bra is sticking up through the neckline. The warmth of his breath brushes across my breasts before his palms cover the outer curve. The heat of his mouth plays against my nipples, bringing my teeth to clamp along my bottom lip.

That’s when I felt the pressure against my waist. He’s slipping his hand down my belly, under the elastic of my panties to get between my legs. I should be embarrassed, knowing he’ll find out I’m wet, and it’s all because of him.

“Perfect.” He peels down my leggings and panties, uncovering my body. I can’t believe what he’s doing to me…what I’m letting him do, what I’m wanting him to do. It’s both shocking and exciting at the same time.

The truck’s air conditioner is full blast. Cool air slaps against my butt, and everything else that’s exposed. His middle finger goes over my clit then into my slit, sending a jolt through every inch of my body. With his fingers moving over my most intimate parts, I can barely think at all. I have to brace myself against a strong shoulder because nothing I’ve done before has prepared me for this storm.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice brings me back to him. I’m so close. How could he manage that within the seconds he’s had my clothes down? “Let me have your pussy,” he murmurs next to my mouth as his fingers slide to my entrance.

“Ye-es,” I stumble over the word, breaking it into two syllables.God, yes.

“Take this off,” he says, pulling on the leggings.

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