Page 30 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
I feel his body leave mine.
I push my hands on the seat. Something tugs a chunk of my hair. “Ouch. Wait. Shit.” I crash against the seat, giving my hair slack.
“What? What’s wrong? What happened?” He’s back, but this time he hovers above me. His heat penetrates my clothes. His voice vibrates.
I roll onto my back. “My hair is caught on something.” My fingers find the tight tendril pulling my scalp.
“Lemme see.” His knee slides between my legs and presses into the seat. He rests his arm on the back of the seat to steady himself as he maneuvers on top me.
My breath hitches in my throat. My back melts into the seat as I stare up. This massive god of a man lingers above me. Solid. Thick. Handsome and hot as hell. A pool of water swishes in my panties.
I feel his strong hand touch my head. His fingers weave through my hair to the tight and tangled strand.
“There it is.” He leans his face close to mine. “You okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” The small sound comes somewhere from my chest and squeaks out like a mouse.
He chuckles with a lopsided grin I almost miss because he’s blocking the interior light on the roof. I feel his fingers trace down my hair, but all I can do is think about how close his clad leg is against my core. And my desire to grind against him. Or lift my mouth to meet his. Or just pull his head down to crash in a heated kiss. Heck, all of the above. I want to do all of the above, and a little flour and dried egg shouldn’t stop us.
“There it is.” I wish his fingers were sliding under my panties instead of under the seat.
I feel the pressure of my hair relax. “That should do it.” His hand grazes the side of my head. He smoothes my hair. For such clunky big hands I’m surprised how gentle he is. “Better?” His eyes find mine. Through the darkness, I see his heated desire. My own feelings mirrored in his.
“Yes.”
“Then I guess I should get up.” He doesn’t move.
“You should. We both need a shower.” I don’t push him off. Instead, my fingers grasp handfuls of the front of his shirt.
“Maggie?”
“Yes?”
Both his hands cup my face. “Did you lure me in here to get me alone because you’ve wanted to kiss me all day?”
“Obviously. A romp in the back seat of a truck is on my bucket list.”
He chuckles. The sound rumbles against my chest. “It just so happens, a romp in the back of a truck is also on my bucket list.”
“How convenient.”
“Like it’s destiny.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Don’t even bring up the Qyult Queens and kiss me already.”
He flashes a crooked grin before his mouth covers mine. Hot and rough. Soft and determined. Lust billows inside me as he teases, nips, and explores every hollow of my mouth.
When he pulls away I’m breathless. “You sure about this?”
I trace his lower lips with my tongue. “Yes.”
“Just a second then.” He reaches behind him and slams the truck door shut.
Shit.
I hadn’t even realized we’d left it open. I guess the dim light above us was a giveaway. As soon as it shuts off, his mouth is over mine again. My legs find the perfect spot around his waist. He tastes like warm cocoa and cinnamon as his tongue delves deep into my mouth. Delicious. Each tantalizing, tender kiss leaves me aching for more.
He presses a kiss beside my ear. “I’ve been waiting all day to kiss you.” He nibbles my earlobe. “It was worth the wait.” His mouth claims mine in a deep, penetrating kiss. His fingers slide into what’s left of my braid at the back of my head. The kiss intensifies.
