Page 4 of Starts With a Bang

His lips miraculously found mine in the dark and silenced my protest. Oh, hell yeah. We were going to do this.

My biggest gripe was that the tinted windows muted the moonlight, so I couldn’t see much of Sven’s gorgeous body. Just the idea of holding him in my arms was enough to rev my engine into high gear. By tacit agreement, I ended up with my bare ass on the seat with my pants down around my ankles and my Henley rucked up under my armpits while Sven finished stripping off his jeans.

“Leave your sweater on.” I didn’t recognize the thick voice as my own, and the command caught me by surprise too. Sure, I’d noted how soft the sweater looked, but I hadn’t fantasized about feeling it against my skin. Now, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Warm hands rested on my knees, and Sven leaned down to kiss me. I thought he’d meant it to be quick, but I cupped theback of his neck to hold him close. I licked the seam of his lips, and he opened for me as he climbed onto my lap. I fumbled with the buttons on the side of the chair until the armrests lowered, paving the way for him to fully straddle my thighs. Sven’s dick pressed against mine, and a chorus of moans filled the van’s interior. I gripped his ass with both hands, holding him tightly to my body.

“Not going anywhere,” Sven whispered against my mouth. “I need a little room to work my magic.”

I wanted to protest, but I relaxed my grip. I had to know what he meant by working his magic. In the next breath, Sven rolled his hips, and I knew.Hallelujah.I saw the light. Or I would have if my eyes hadn’t rolled back into my head. Sven used his body to trap our dicks and rub them together. I didn’t need illumination to know he moved with fluid grace. I could feel it in every fiber of my being. Lush lips met mine and teased them open. His tongue licked into my mouth in a dominant display that made me whimper for more.

My sex drive had been a desolate wasteland for many months, and I’d felt the first embers of arousal low in my belly when my gaze landed on Sven. His kisses at the bar ignited the cinders into flames so high that Kerry’s interruption hadn’t fully doused them. And now, with Sven tongue-fucking my mouth and grinding me into ecstasy, the inferno threatened to become a five-alarm fire.

I wanted to slow time and enjoy this longer, but my body had other ideas. My heavy balls tightened, and the familiar tingling in my spine spread. I broke the kiss to beg him to slow down, but the only thing that escaped was a needy whimper that revved Sven higher. I tightened my grip on his ass cheeks, and a fingertip brushed over his hole. Sven bucked in surprise, growled savagely, and rubbed my cock just right. Fireworksexploded inside me, and I shot my load all over Sven’s dick and my stomach.

“Christ, that’s so sexy,” Sven growled.

He recaptured my mouth in a hungry kiss and rubbed frantically against my oversensitive cock. I massaged his hole, pressing harder the faster he rutted against me until my fingertip breached him. Sven’s breath hitched in my mouth, and I kissed him through his orgasm. He splattered all over my chest and stomach before breaking our kiss and collapsing against me. Sven’s breath puffed against my neck, and I wrapped both arms around him. I think I even knew then that I was holding on to something rare and precious, but Kerry had been right about my state of mind. I was the epitome of the walking wounded, and Sven apparently had a sketchy history with guys like me. He deserved better.

“I can already feel you pulling away from me,” Sven said into my neck. “I was hoping this would be the appetizer in a long night of indulgent feasting.” He placed a kiss just beneath my ear, and I shivered. “Come home with me.”

I’d never been more tempted to do anything in my life, but guilt was already moving in. “I can’t.”

Sven heaved a sigh and sat up. I missed his body heat already, but I wouldn’t pull him back down into my arms. “Are you sure? Your hands still have a death grip on my ass.”

And my fingertip was still in his hole. I eased it free and forced myself to release him.

“Damn it,” Sven said. “Should’ve kept my mouth shut until after our wedding.”

I snorted at his tenacity. Marrying me was the last thing on his mind, but my ego appreciated the boost. I couldn’t resist pulling him down for one last kiss. And if I parted my lips and lingered longer, no one could blame me. Sven saw that as permission to explore my body, and I let him, forgetting to beashamed of the extra weight I’d gained. When I ended the kiss, Sven sat up but didn’t move from my lap.

“The way you smell should be a crime.”

I would’ve been offended if not for the dreamy quality to his voice. “And how do I smell?”

“Like leather and expensive bourbon. What cologne is that?”

I shrugged. “Something I found when I packed my stuff to move. Must’ve been a gift from someone because I don’t ever buy myself cologne.” Putting it on had been an impulse, and I was glad I’d surrendered to it. “I can’t smell half as good as you do.”

Sven sat up, and my fingers reflexively tightened on his hips to keep him close. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” I kissed the pulse point on his neck and felt its rapid fluttering beneath my lips. “You smell like tangled sheets and sin.” I took another whiff. “And me.”

“Oh, I like that.” Sven ran his fingertips over my bristly chin, then lower to caress my chest. “God, you’re so sexy. You’ve got more body hair than a cub but not enough to be called a bear. What’s the stage in between?”

“No clue,” I said.

“You’re so damn sexy. I want to rub against you like a cat.”

My grip on my control was tenuous at best. I’d already betrayed my best friend after rutting with his brother in my seedy van. One slipup was bad enough, but anything more was unforgivable. My silence was the only reaction Sven needed. He pushed off me with another heavy sigh.

Sometimes I practically lived out of the van, so I had paper towels and wet wipes on hand. I leaned forward and snagged my phone from my jeans and turned on the flashlight to help us see. Sven arched a brow when I handed him items to clean up with.

“Stakeouts, remember?”

His lips quirked into a half smile. “Uh-huh. It’s your shagging wagon, and there’s no shame.”

“I assure you this is the first time I’ve gotten off in this van.” But I’d bought the vehicle used, so there was no telling what had gone on in here before then. The thought spurred me to clean up faster and pull my pants on.

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