Page 138 of Chasing the Wild
Colt shifts his hand, untangling our fingers and bringing it down to land on the stretch of bare thigh exposed by my dress.
“Let me tell you what I’m thinking about, angel.” Colt grips my thigh. Hard.
My blood starts to race.
“I’m thinking that I love how these summer temperatures feel.”
His hot palm sears my soft, sensitive flesh.
“I’m over here thinking about going for a leisurely drive to nowhere in particular when it’s weather like this.”
Gliding his palm higher, he nudges the edge of the cotton material, keeping his eyes on the road as mine bounce betweenwhere he’s touching me and the veins on his hand resting on the steering wheel.
“I’m thinking about you wearing one of these little sundresses, with no panties on.”
A gasp escapes me as he roams along my skin, pushing my dress up further as he goes.
“Me with my hand between your thighs.”
I can’t help whimpering, while he does exactly that. Fondling me over the top of the soaked lace covering my pussy.
“How does that sound, angel?” His touch is hungry, inviting, a temptation for me to spill the details of exactly what I want this man to do to me out here in the middle of our road trip as we make our way back to Crimson Ridge.
We’re in no hurry.
We’ve got all the time in the world.
Holy fuck, I want him inside me.
“Please?” I exhale shakily as he rubs over the fabric right above my clit.
“You need me to take care of something for you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Colt blows out a breath, dragging his fingers to the edge of my panties and toying with them. Torturing me by not sliding beneath or towing them aside like I want him to.
“Here I am trying to find reasons not to pounce on you again… then you give me those green eyes, and I’m defenseless.”
Good, because I most definitely want to be pounced on. Repeatedly, if possible, during this road trip.
“I missed seeing the view from your backseat.”
A rough, deep noise fills the space between us.
My fingers move to unbuckle my seatbelt, but Colt clicks his tongue. “No. Don’t even think about getting out of that seat. You’re gonna stay right there, and you’re gonna let me play withyou through these drenched panties. You’ll wait like a good girl until I find somewhere we can pull off the road.”
My whine turns into a moan as Colt resumes leisurely circling and pressing through the fabric.
To look at him, you really would think we were on a lazy drive to nowhere, his gaze stays firmly focused on the straight road ahead. Except, as my pulse flutters frantically in my clit and my throat, my eyes track down to his lap, and the bulge in his jeans gives away just how much he’s desperate for this as well.
The next few minutes pass in an agony. I’m panting, going out of my head, by the time he steers us off the road.
It looks like some sort of forested area with signage for public walking tracks, and to my immense relief the place is deserted.
“Slide these panties off, angel.” Colt instructs as he guides the truck to a stop facing into a bank of trees. He’s carefully angled us so that even if another vehicle pulls in, they aren’t going to be able to see anything.
Of course, I scramble to do as he says, before he’s even applied the handbrake.
