Page 59 of Force of Nature

“Mmm.” I drop my head back when his lips move upward, his tongue darting out to slide across my exposed collar bone.

“Tell me what you want, Laken.” His free hand pulls the front of my shirt lower so his lips have access to the swell of my breasts.

“You.” I arch my back when he pulls the material further, sucking my nipple into his mouth through the thin fabric of my bra.

“Just me?” He moves to the other side, repeating the process.

“Just you.” I moan when he presses upward, grinding his thick erection between my legs.

“Ask and you shall receive, baby,” he mutters against my chest before both of his hands disappear from my body seconds before my shirt begins to lift. The thin tank discarded somewhere behind us before he works the straps of my bra loose.

“Thad,” I cry out when he sucks my nipple into his mouth on a deep pull the instant my bra is gone. He moves to the other, pulling it in just as hard causing me to wither above him.

Before I’ve even registered his movements, he shifts, taking me with him, my back coming to rest on the blanket seconds later. With Thad hovering over me I can see the lust in his eyes, the desperation I know we both feel.

There is no build up with us. There hasn’t been since our first night together. We start out slow and it lasts all of two minutes before we’re ripping off the rest of our clothes and going at it like wild animals.

Today is no exception.

Clothes are torn away in reckless abandon, tossed from the truck without a care where they end up. It’s less than a minute from the time my back hit the bed of the truck to when Thad is sliding inside of me.

Like being brought to life, every inch of my body sings as he begins to move inside me. I wrap my legs around his back to give myself more leverage, lifting up to meet each thrust. He hits me so deep I can feel him everywhere.

Only the closer I get physically the deeper he seems to weave himself into me emotionally as well. It’s like a nagging, overwhelming feeling that starts in the pit of my stomach and works its way into my chest. Fear and uncertainty blends with something that feels an awful lot like love. Coupled with the pleasure coursing through every inch of my body, it’s almost too much to take. And yet it isn’t nearly enough at the same time.

When he falls apart above me, my name a whispered word on his lips, I already know it’s too late. There’s no fighting it. I can’t deny it anymore. I’ve fallen for Thad Mitchell and there’s not one damn thing I can do to stop it.

The thought is quickly drowned out by the orgasm that rips through me, pulling a carnal cry from the back of my throat. My vision blurs and my entire body trembles. The pleasure so intense I hold my breath for fear of saying something I won’t be able to take back.

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