Page 178 of Prey for You

“Reckless,” I growled, then blew out a shaky breath, because Iloved itwhen she played her fingers up underneath me like that.

“You’re a bad influence,” I rasped, bracing one foot on the floor of the car and looking for the exit. My whole body trembling.

As I took the exit, she went down on me and I cursed.

“Stop. You have to stop!”

“No, I think you do,” she whispered over me, which only made it worse.

I don’t know how I kept my head long enough to get the car off the road and back into a thicket of trees where we couldn’t be seen from the highway, but the moment I did, before I even had the car out of gear, she was curled over me, sucking me.

“Bridget—stop.Let me do this—”

“Huh-mm,” she said around me, then looked up.

I gaped at her, mouth open, hands in her hair—I should have been pulling her off me, but she felt amazing.

And then the little she-devil winked at me and did something in the back of her throat with her tongue.

I tried to say her name. Tried to tell her to stop. Slapped one hand to the window and gripped her hair with the other, but it was just… too…

I came so hard I saw stars.

And Bridget was fuckingsmiling.

Moments later, slumped back in my seat, eyes closed and body quivering, still breathing hard, I pulled her up so she was forced to brace on my thigh so I could kiss her.

And when I tugged her hair, she pulled out of the kiss enough that I could talk.

“What shoes are you wearing?” I panted.

“My boots, why?”

“Because you have about two minutes. Tops.”

I cracked one eye to see her staring at me, smiling. “Two minutes to what?

“To find the right tree.”

Her brows drew down. “What tree?”

“The one I’m going to pin you against and fuck you silly. Go.Now.”

Bridget cackled, but after one, quick, smacking kiss, she dove out of the car and started running.

I sat there for a minute, letting my body relax. I wasn’t worried. I knew I’d find her.

She wanted me to find her. She always had.

Later on, when both of us were more relaxed and we were driving again, I pulled her hand up to my mouth and kissed her knuckles. Then I pulled her closer to me and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, nudging her head down towards my thigh.

“Pastor Priestley! Are you asking me to blow you again?”

I chuckled. “No. At least, not now.”

“Then, what?” she asked quietly.

“Rest on me. I want to touch you.”

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