Page 43 of Ms. Fortune
I straddled his lap, caught between his chest and the steering wheel. My elbow accidentally hit the horn, and the sound echoedthrough the desolate valley. Between the weather and the time of night, the pass was deserted. I once again felt like he and I were living inside a snow globe. It was our own private little world, where nothing could go wrong and every decision we made was perfect.
Like having sex in his brand-new truck in the middle of a blizzard.
We both wore a lot of layers to combat the cold, and stripping down wasn’t practical or convenient. Haphazardly losing items and unfastening zippers and buttons to get to the important parts didn’t hamper the heat building or the sexiness of the moment.
His breath ghosted across the sensitive skin on the side of my neck and behind my ear. I curled my fingers in his hair and grabbed a fistful of his flannel shirt for leverage. We’d had plenty of sex for the sake of pleasure. This was sex that hovered along the lines of punishment. He was angry that I’d left him and was frightened after he saved my life. I was mad at myself for not being strong enough to send him away for his own good. I was weak enough to hold him tighter and melt into him when his hands slid inside my clothes.
The interior of the truck was warm. Now that we’d been sitting still for so long, the snow started to pile up on the hood and along the edges of the windows. The glass was frosted over, and the metal around the doors was chilly when it accidentally came into contact with bare skin. None of that stopped us from shifting closer and moving hurriedly against one another.
Risky’s hand was cool when it slid along my rib cage and curled under one of my breasts. His fingers rolled over my puckered nipple, and the chill made my whole body shudder. He kissed his way along the line of my jaw and shifted his hips underneath me. I put a hand between our bodies and wrappedit around his rigid length. He also shivered and gave me a sultry look.
“Brrr … hurry and warm your hand up.”
I snorted at the less-than-subtle hint, gliding my fingers up and down. His cock kicked within my loose hold, and the arrowed tip got slick. I circled the tip with my thumb and rubbed it across the damp slit. Risky’s breathing hitched.
He used his teeth to nibble on the soft skin behind my ear and whispered, “That’s better.”
Our movements were restricted due to the small space, which only made the way we touched and teased more deliberate and calculated. We were both out to get the most bang for our buck as quickly as possible, considering the weather outside.
His fingers pulled at the swollen tip of my breast more forcefully when I rubbed the sensitive V on the underside of the tip of his cock. He seemed to lengthen against my palm, and his body tensed against mine. I leaned forward to kiss him, our lips meeting and clinging together in a different way now that there were no secrets lurking between us. I’d never kissed someone I loved before. I had to say, it felt very different from kissing someone I didn’t.
There was a softness to it. A sweetness that was enough to make my teeth hurt. I’d never known I was the type of girl who would be swayed by a gentle touch and a tender caress, but I was seconds away from melting into a puddle on Risky’s lap.
His tongue flicked against the back of my teeth and twirled around mine. My hand tightened around his cock, and I lowered myself so I could drag the leaking tip through the wetness gathered between my legs. I was wearing a lot less clothing than he was, so the warmth of his body and the chill from being exposed were a stimulating clash of sensations. He moaned when just the tip of his erection entered my body. My pussy contracted around him and pulsed in time to the stroke of hisfingers over my hardened nipples. Our rapid breathing fogged the windows up, making me feel like I was doing something I shouldn’t be. I wondered if he knew how tempting he was.
I felt like he was the Pied Piper, and only he knew the song that would lead me out of my lonely life.
I let my weight take me down so Risky was fully seated inside me. I arched my back, and he pushed my shirt out of the way so he could put his mouth on my aching breast. His tongue circled my nipple, leaving a wet bull’s-eye. When I started to move, he used the edge of his teeth and took the lightest bite possible. The little sting that followed made me moan. There was no riding him like a rodeo queen in the confined space, which made the slow grind up and down torturous and agonizing.
When I shivered, he allowed my clothing to fall back in place as he rested his forehead on my shoulder. His hands went to my backside as he silently urged me to move faster. I wrapped a hand around the back of his head and threaded his thick, dark hair through my fingers. I held on to him like I was afraid he might vanish, and he clung to me in a similar manner.
The mutual fear and dependence spurred me on to quicken my pace and wiggle my hips in a way I’d never been bold enough or turned on enough to attempt before. There was no going through the motions with Declan Risk. He demanded my full attention and participation in every aspect of our relationship. He kept me fully engaged and on my toes. I guessed he was challenging as well. And just like him, I loved that.
It made me feel like we were equals—neither too much nor too little. We were just right for each other.
The rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against my skin, and his hands clutched my ass when he lifted his hips the slightest bit to meet my frantic movements. He growled my name, frustration and desire dueling for space in his tone.
I gasped and did my best to accommodate his blatant hunger.
I rocked forward and back and blindly obeyed him when he demanded, “I want you to touch yourself.”
My elbow hit the horn again. This time, the sharp sound barely registered. I skated my chilled fingers over my lower stomach, dipped them through my wet folds, and brushed the point where we were joined. I let my knuckles rub over the veiny surface of his dick as it moved within me. He was soaked with my excitement, and I belatedly realized we were fucking in his truck, in a blizzard, on the side of a dangerous mountain pass, without protection. Any of those decisions were highly questionable; all of them combined—well, it was a good thing we’d decided to be together because we were disastrous and would ruin anyone else with our carelessness and lack of self-preservation.
When my touch found my clit, hidden within the slippery folds, I stiffened and moaned Risky’s name. He gave a grunt of approval and used his hold on me to manipulate my body to match the pace he wanted. I was worried I might smack my head on the roof of the truck, but his keen senses kept up a steady rhythm, which caused him to pant and prevented me from moving too far away from him.
I stroked my clit, alternating rubbing it and trapping it between two fingers while giving it a light squeeze. Intense pleasure made my vision turn white and had my ears ringing with the rush of blood. Every nerve felt alive, and everywhere we touched was hypersensitive. I wanted to crawl out of my skin or drag Risky inside of it with me. My pulse pounded, and I swore my heartbeat synced in time to the throb of the heavy erection buried deep within me.
Risky came before me. My name hung on his lips until I kissed it away.
I kept touching myself and jolted when he replaced his softening cock with his thick fingers. I was close enough tocompletion that I didn’t care what he used to finish me off. The noises I made were desperate and pleading, and the sounds that filled the cab of the truck would’ve made me embarrassed if I had been aware enough to hear them. I’d never considered myself as someone who was wanton or unrestrained. I’d learned to keep my carnal impulses in check because it was the one aspect of my life where I had complete control. There was less chance for things to go wrong and less opportunity for me to hurt someone, or get hurt, if I kept my needs on ice.
With Risky, I’d never been able to do that.
He was too hot to keep my cool around him.
My orgasm blazed through me, warming any naked part that had succumbed to the outside temperature. I put my hand on the window and watched as it cleared away the fog. The mist melted away, and so did the last of my determination to keep this man safe from me. He’d walked through literal fire for me. The least I could do was face the flames for him.
I slumped in a satisfied pile on top of him and used my teeth to mark the side of his neck. His facial hair tickled my nose. I felt him chuckle as he pulled me closer in an effort to keep me warm. I wondered if in the daylight he was going to regret this when he noticed the mess we’d made on his leather seats.
