Page 31 of No Bones About It

Her smile turned sexy. “I know. And I like it. I can think of no better way to celebrate our escape from the scum buckets of the world.”

Her lips crashed onto his, and he groaned into the kiss. The woman was all kinds of magic. His brain and his body reacted to her like no one else.

He returned his hands to her ass and pressed her down onto him, almost making his eyes pop out of his head.

Kimi’s hands moved to his t-shirt, and she ran her hands up his abs and over his pecs. “This needs to go, cowboy.”

Not being a stupid man, he used one hand to shuck his shirt and the other to lift hers. It didn’t take long to unsnap her bra and cup one fabulous breast.

She leaned forward, and her mouth on his skin sent his blood screaming through his veins. He moved his hands to her waist, glad she wore those sexy leggings instead of jeans. He lifted her gently and slipped one hand inside her panties. She was already wet, and while she drove him wild with her mouth and lips on his chest, he stroked her and found her clit.

Kimi gasped in a breath full of shock when he found a rhythm that had her tensing around his fingers. It didn’t take long before an orgasm consumed her. He captured her mouth and swallowed her cries as he kept his fingers moving.

He’d never seen anything as sexy in his life. And he hoped like hell she was ready for more.

Kimi tried to blink awareness back into her brain and body. Aftereffects from the most incredible orgasm she’d ever experienced shivered through her, leaving her both sated and desperate for more.

The man’s fingers were magic.

When she finally lifted her head off his strong shoulder, she found his eyes gleaming in the dim light of her garage.

Lust, like, desire.

He growled at whatever he saw in her gaze and kept his fingers moving softly. She wasn’t sure if he was easing her down from the first orgasm or building her up for the next one. Whatever it was, she hoped he kept doing it.

Kimi sucked up some energy and used her hands to push off of his chest, but she didn’t go far. Her hands moved to the belt she’d been hanging onto earlier. This time, she undid the buckle and moved her hands to the jeans. “Tell me you were a boy scout.”

The confusion in his eyes lasted only a millisecond. “Nope, but I’m definitely prepared.”

She let him worry about finding the condom as she worked on his jeans and boxer briefs. At the moment, strained-to-the-limit boxer briefs.

Garrett swore harshly when she dragged them down and took his erection in her hands. She stroked him bottom to top while he continued to curse.

Then the seat flopped backward, and his hands covered hers. He brought them to his lips with a grin. “Later. Let’s do that later.”

She laughed and kissed him. They worked together in a flurry of arms and legs, trying to remove and shift enough layers to get access to the good stuff.

Kimi laughed and groaned and barely held herself together as they fumbled with clothing, knocked elbows and knees.

Finally, her boots, panties, and leggings were gone. She grabbed the condom from his hand and used her teeth to tear it open.

Garrett’s growl sent more tingles running through her. She took out the condom and shifted back to roll it on him. She cracked her spine off the dashboard but didn’t care.

His eyes were hot and heavy on hers as she eased the condom on. Slowly. So slowly.

“Paybacks, Kimi. Paybacks.”

She laughed even as her system spun higher. “I need you.”

His strong hands lifted her and positioned her over top of him. She rested her hands on that glorious chest and lowered herself slowly, not stopping until he was fully seated inside.

Garrett groaned, and his fingers flexed on her hips. Their heavy breathing filled the truck, and she drew in deep breaths while her body adjusted.

When she tentatively rolled her hips, a whimper escaped her lips.

Garrett’s hands tightened. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Despite the all-consuming lust, she laughed. “Complaining?”

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