Page 55 of Truck Stop Tempest

He scratched the stubble on his jaw. His nostrils flared. A dark glow covered his cheeks. His breaths remained steady, while mine…Oh, God, was I even breathing?

I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t groped me. Why he hadn’t pushed me to the floor or shoved me on the bed, or why he wasn’t already thrusting inside me like had happened every other time.

With every other boy.

But Tito wasn’t a boy.

Tito was confidence and savage beauty. He was quiet and controlled, and dear, sweet Jesus he was killing me, burning me alive with the heat of his stare. Why wasn’t he doing anything? Was I too small? Too inexperienced? I pulled my arms up, covering my chest.

“No. God, no. Don’t do that.” He skimmed a finger across my cheek before pushing my arms back down to my sides. “Please. Don’t be shy. You’re beautiful. So goddamn beautiful. Just let me look at you.”

I swallowed the emotion bubbling up my throat and blinked the sting from my eyes.

“Don’t move,” he rasped, stepping behind me.

Through the silence, I heard movement. He tossed his pants on the bed, and then his boxers.

His breaths grew louder, heightening my arousal. From behind, he grabbed my hand, laced our fingers, and squeezed. “I’m not used to having a woman like this, all mine, all night. I want to take my time. I need to savor you.” He scooped my hair over my right shoulder, then pressed his lips to my ear. “It’s been torture having you so close for so long, and not acting on every impulse. Sweet fuckin’ torture.” His teeth sunk into the base of my neck. When he closed his mouth and sucked, my knees buckled.

Tito hooked my waist and pulled me against his chest, holding me steady and upright while he licked and nibbled. With calloused fingers, he traced a slow path up my sides, scorching me, then cupped my breasts, kneading, massaging, rolling the tight buds between his fingers, pelting me with hot, erratic breaths.

I’d never ached so deep, never craved so hard, never burned so hot. I was helpless, mindless to do anything but take, take, take.

His lips traveled up my neck, then to my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. “Kiss me,” he commanded, his mouth against mine.

I turned my head, and I kissed him. Soft and slow, savoring his tender touch, his flavor, his desire…for me. I could have died in that moment—taken my last breath with no regrets because in that moment I was beautiful, and whole, and desirable, and nothing would ever be as perfect as the way Tito cherished me. The way he held me tight and kissed me, trembling with want, with unbridled desire.

I couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment.

Until he slid a hand down my abdomen and worked his fingers between my legs, his thumb brushing the sensitive spot. I jerked against him. A noise I didn’t recognize escaped my lips. My body folded at the flood of sensation, my backside pressing against his erection. I wanted him to stop, the emotion unbearable. I never wanted him to stop, the pleasure, intoxicating. I wanted to cry and scream, and beg, and pray. I wanted to hold his hand down and make him continue or pull it away because I was either going to burn to ash or burst into a million shards of brilliant light.

Tito was everywhere. His lips on my neck. One hand on my breast, one hand between my legs. When he pressed his palm against my clit and slid a finger between my folds, instinct took over, and I ground against him. That’s when I felt her, clawing through the nerves, taking over.

My beast.

My beast was so damn close to taking over, throwing her on the bed and devouring her soft little body until there wasn’t an inch untouched, unclaimed, unmarked. Fucking hell, I trembled with restraint. I’d kept him in check until the moment she started to fuck my hand, her little body writhing against me, her hips bucking, the soft moans escaping those pink, wet lips. She hadn’t a clue the danger she was in.

I’d never been gentle when it came to sex. Never wanted to take my time. Never needed to explore, taste, smell, mark another human being like I did the beauty in my arms.

If I didn’t stop, if she didn’t slow things down, neither one of us would survive the day unscathed.

I dropped my arms and stepped back, drawing one deep breath and then another. I was dizzy from the lack of blood flow to my brain. My cock throbbed like a son of a bitch. I fisted myself, a pathetic attempt to relieve the building pressure. Tuuli’s hair fell down her back, nearly reaching her waist, and swear to my Maker when the light hit those soft waves just right, she looked every bit an angel. An exquisite, glowing gift from Heaven.

She hadn’t turned around. Her shoulders rose and fell, and I knew she was trying to pull herself together. I didn’t want her composed. I wanted her undone.

I stepped around, admiring every inch of ivory skin. When we stood toe to toe, she reached out, laying a shaky hand on my chest. Her nipples were so damn hard, my dick jerked. I brushed a knuckle across one tight bud, watching it pebble more. Her lips parted on a soft sigh, her face so pink with desire I had to swallow a moan.

“You’re trembling,” I said, offering a soft kiss. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. No. Please don’t stop. I’m just nervous. Nobody has ever touched me the way you touch me,” she whispered.

“I’m nervous, too, Bunny.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m afraid I’ll lose control and scare you, and that’s the last fuckin’ thing I wanna do. You have to tell me if I get too rough, or if I make you uncomfortable in any way. Promise me.”

“I’m not afraid.”

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