Page 82 of Surrender
“I’m not drunk,” I whispered, sliding my fingers up his chest slowly. “But reckless, maybe.”
He caught my hand as it moved over his heart. “That right?”
I nodded, but before I could come up with something smart to reply with, his mouth was on mine.
Not tentative.
Not testing.
He kissed me like he wasn’t going to stop unless I made him.
And I didn’t want to stop.
Not when his hands gripped my thighs and he spread my legs, my short jean skirt lifting to my waist, exposing the black lacy panties I was wearing.
And especially not when he reached for them, tugging them out from underneath me and down my legs before tucking them into the pocket inside his cut. “I’ll be keeping these.”
“Aren’t a couple of your guys outside waiting for us?” I whispered breathlessly, holding tight to his leather and pulling him in for another deep, toe-tingling kiss.
“And they’ll wait,” he murmured against my mouth, reaching for my shirt next. The flowy satin tank I had on was tossed behind him, my bra suffering the same fate a few seconds later.
A deep flush swept up my neck and into my cheeks, but before I could let it take over and shy away, I reached for his jeans, flicking the button open and pushing them down. My heart pounded as his long, thick cock sprang out at me.
He didn’t speak, but instead tucked my hair back from my face, allowing me to take things as fast or as slow as I wanted. Nate was patient and gentle with me. He let me explore things at my own pace.
But this time, I wanted more.
“Nate…” I murmured, wrapping one hand around his neck, and with the other, I reached for his cock. I curled my fingers around it, stroking gently and enjoying the sharp breath he sucked in every time I rolled my palm around its head, knowing just how affected he was by my touch.
It spurred me on, and I soon found myself wrapping my legs around him before lining his length up with my soaking wet pussy, just dipping the head inside and rolling my hips.
He groaned, bracing his hands on the bar behind me and gritting his teeth. “Darcy…” he growled, the rumbling warning only making my heart race a little faster and making me a little bolder.
Digging my heels into his back, I urged him to push his hips forward.
He did.
Slowly.
Torturously filling me up.
“Holy shit!” I groaned, throwing my head back as he sank deeper and deeper, stretching me open.
He leaned in, hovering over me with his mouth on my neck.
“What do you want?” he demanded, drawing his hips back.
Retreating.
I licked my lips. “I want… I need you.”
He drove his hips forward, and I gasped, holding onto his neck with both hands and dragging his lips to mine.
“Nate. Please,” I pleaded, breathing heavy and clenching my pussy around him as he tried to pull away again. “Stop playing around.”
“What do you wantexactly?” he murmured against my mouth, suddenly holding still.
“Nate, they might come in here any second looking for us,” I told him, already breathing heavily and becoming a little frustrated. “We need to hurry.”
