Page 198 of How to Win the Girl

“Have truck sex?” Drake shoots up, bringing me along with him, lifting me off the ground and carrying me as if he were about to carry me across a threshold. “Great idea.”

My head goes back as I laugh. “That’s exactly what I was thinking!” How did he know!

“Great minds think alike and this is why me and you get along so well.”

“I mean—we get along for other reasons.”

In several long strides we’re at his big truck, he only has to set me down to unlock the passenger side door and pull it open, shove the front seat forward, so we can climb up into the back.

He helps me up then crawls in behind me, folding his giant body so it fits; a daunting task. He can’t possibly be comfortable back here…

Do I care?

Sort of, not really.

Everything is an adventure, yeah?

“Sit on my lap,” he demands, legs spread on the seat, patting his thick thigh.

“Shouldn’t I take my shorts off first?” I’m ever so helpful.

“Great idea!” he practically shouts. “Yeah, take your pants off. Actually, take italloff.”

So eager.

I prop my hands on my hips. “I’m not the only one here stripping their clothes off. Your shirt needs to come off, too.” Pause. “Now.”

“You’re so fucking bossy.” He grins. “Say more.”

I sigh. “Too much talking, not enough nakedness.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He leans forward even though I’m straddling his lap making the task more challenging, reaching down to pull at the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head.

Broad chest.

Beautiful, firm pecs.

I run my hands over his chest, fingers lingering over his nipples, getting myself all hot and bothered by simply touching him.

“Your turn.”

My shirt is off in an instant, discarded on the bench style backseat, already forgotten in the blink of an eye.

The bra stays.

I’ve lost a bit of modesty—but I’m not so carefree that I’m going to whip my tatas out in a public parking lot.

Drake’s mouth immediately fastens on my skin, kissing my collarbone, hands caressing the swell of my breasts, heating me from the outside in. Damn his hands feel good; calloused and rough but gentle at the same time.

My hands dip between our bodies; down to the waistband of his pants, working the button fly on his jeans.

I get it undone with a little help from him—of course he’s helping me, he wants to set his dick free.

And have I mentioned what a glorious dick it is?

Feels so good pressing into my pussy, both of us clad in only our underwear, the sensation as good as being bareback.

“God, I feel like I’m in high school,” I moan, slowly grinding on his body, trying to bring dry humping back in a big way.

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