Page 70 of Trucker
Being inside her had my toes curling in on themselves and my eyes crossed. I didn’t expect it would be so good—so hot. To further drive me crazy, Taji was rolling her hips upward, taking me deeper and deeper and I could barely breathe.
Even as sweat trailed down my brows and back, there was no stopping what was happening. Unable to help myself, I kissed her deeply.
Again, she came for me.
Watching her hair wet with sweat and sticking to her face. Her face was contorted into this beautiful expression that I tried imprinting on my brain.
Her kiss-swollen lips parted in a silent shout before a loud scream erupted from her soul—where else would a primal sound like that come from?
I had to pull out of her, or she would have taken me with her.
Rolling her over, I plunged into her from behind.
“Mayson—what the…”
“Deeper, baby?”
She purred in the back of her throat, and I shifted my hips to sink deeper inside her. I rode her harder, faster.
I don’t understand this need.
Taji caused me to lose control—I couldn’t control what happened next if I tried.
Taji came again and this time I had nothing to hold on to.
I was too far gone, and she didn’t make it easy.
My entire body stiffened, and time stood still as my eyes rolled into my head.
Taji was my undoing, and I wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.
Weakly, I removed the restraint from her wrists. She immediately cuddled into my body, wrapping her arms around me.
“Don’t go.” Taji pleaded.
“I told you.” I kissed her sweat covered forehead. “I’m here with you. I’m not going anywhere.”
Taji fell asleep against me.
“The men you’ve been with are all idiots.” I whispered, I pushed her damp hair from her forehead and stared into her face.
Unable to stop myself, I traced her forehead with my lips.
“They didn’t know what they had.” I placed a lingering kiss there then on the tip of her nose. “Their loss.”
She trembled in my arms, and I held her closer.
This place with her felt familiar to me—like home.
What did that mean?
Sighing, I kissed her head and pulled the sheets up and over our bodies on the bed. Though I didn’t sleep for a while, I couldn’t remember a time I felt so calm.
Taji Sloane had a magic about her.
She was the keeper of my darkness, and I wasn’t about to let anyone hurt her.
I didn’t care who.
