Page 64 of Undone

“Why?” I asked, not letting her pull away, my lips finding hers again.

“Someone might see us,” she said against my lips, though there was a teasing smile in her words.

God, I could drown in her kisses and never come up for air.

I moved back just enough to study her. Her throat moved as she swallowed, eyes fluttering shut for a second. The low light only made her even more irresistible. The parking lot was dark, with only a few streetlights in the distance illuminating the space around us.

We were tucked away at the far end of the lot, hidden in the shadows. I glanced around and gestured to the empty lot. “I think we’re safe.”

She rolled her eyes, and I chuckled. My gaze dropped to her lips again, still swollen from my kisses. Even in the darkness, those damn lips drove me as wild as they did in broad daylight.

“What?” she asked.

“I like you,” I admitted, the words spilling from me before I could stop them.

Her smile faded into a flat line. “No feelings, remember?”

I stepped back, running a hand through my hair, trying desperately to recover. “Yeah, sorry… No feelings…”

I leaned in and captured her lips once more.

I had to. I was sinking, and the only way to survive was to lose myself in her completely. Her kiss was heated, intoxicating—stirring something primal inside of me.

As her mouth moved against mine, every brush of her lips had my body reacting. My jeans grew tighter by the second. I pulled back to catch my breath, watching her eyes flutter open, dazed and heavy with the same want that coursed through me.

“So, what does casual mean exactly then?” I asked, arching a brow.

“I thought you were smart.” She chuckled, her eyes lighting up. “It means no feelings… yes sex.”

“Well, in that case,” I murmured. The gravel dug into my knees as I knelt before the tailgate. “Now that I’ve tasted your mouth, all I can think about is what your pretty pussy tastes like. Be a good girl and lean back for me,” I said, bunching up her skirt around her hips, exposing the soft brown skin of her thighs.

I trailed my hand slowly up her stomach, over the curve of her torso, and pressed down gently. She watched me intently as she slowly lowered to the bed of the truck.

“There’s my girl.” My hand moved down her body to hover above her exposed panties. I hooked my fingers into the thin bands biting into her hips, pushing the fabric down her legs. Her decadent skin brushing against my hands sent my heart racing as I tossed her underwear into my pocket. Our eyes locked in a heated gaze as I moved before her.

My hand trailed down her stomach. I slipped a finger into her core, and I felt for the first time how this wasn’t one-sided. Her arousal coated my fingers. A groan rumbled from within me as I relished the effect I had on her.

“You are dripping. Is this all for me?” I asked.

A small, breathy sound escaped her. Slowly, my head dipped between her thighs. My tongue flicked across my lips before meeting her center. At the first taste, I almost lost my mind. She was everything I needed and more.

I pressed a second finger inside her, working in sync with my mouth.

Every sweep of my tongue and pull of my lips consumed her, savoring her as if she were the last thing I’d ever taste. I pressed my arm down, holding her in place as I dove deeper.

“Stay still, peach,” I murmured.

“Peach?” she gasped out as I continued to move.

I nodded, unwilling to speak.

“I… I don’t usually…” she panted, her hand pressing my head away for a moment. Her eyes connected nervously with mine as I sat up.

I pulled away, waiting for her to continue.

“I haven’t done”—she waved her arm around to where my head still sat between her pretty thighs—“this before… I don’t know if I can come like this.”

Oh, hell yeah. I loved being the first one to have her like this.

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