Page 62 of Truck You

I know she wants me just as much as I want her. She’s been staring at me just as much as I’m staring at her. The look of longing and desire is evident in every stolen glance.

What I don’t know is why she’s avoiding me. And now, I don’t see her at all. Glancing over my shoulder, the light is on in our cabin.Did she sneak off when I wasn’t looking?

The party is dying down. The only people still here are my brothers. Garret’s already turned in for the night. Liam and Christian put up tents on the other side of Garret’s cabin. They even brought an extra one that Ash is going to sleep in.

When no one is looking, I slip away to our cabin. I step through the front door and lock it behind me. The table lamp is on by the bed, but I don’t see Sophia. Then the bathroom door opens, and her appearance sucks all the air out of my lungs.

“Fuuuuck.” I draw the word out with a low exhale.

My eyes rake down her nearly naked body. Her red hair is down and swept to the side over one shoulder, revealing the soft pale skin of her neck. She’s wearing a thin nightshirt—if you can even call it that. It’s satin and lace with thin straps that I’m dying to snap in two. The pale pink color combined with the sheerness of fabric hides nothing.

It’s short enough that I can see the soft curves of her stomach, and thin enough that I can see the dark outline of her taut nipples.

My body reacts accordingly.

My dick strains against my jeans. Every nerve ending in my body is tingling with desire. My hands are itching to touch her. And my mouth is watering to lick and taste every inch of her beautiful pale body.

I swallow, and it feels like rocks are rolling down my throat.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” I finally manage, but the words come out rough and gravelly.

“Your brothers drove a long way to be with you today. I didn’t want to get in the way.”

In slow, deliberate steps, I walk toward her. Once I’m standing right next to her, I twirl a strand of her silky hair between my fingers. “You’re not in the way. You’re stunning.”

“Mac,” she whispers, and her eyes fall closed. I hear every bit of her hesitation in the way she says my name.

I can’t blame her. My issues have driven a wedge between us.

I’ve been an asshole to her in the worst possible way on multiple occasions.

I’ve sent her mixed signals.

I told her she was mine, then ran after we had sex. I wouldn’t blame her if she never forgave me for that one.

But nothing I’ve done has changed how I feel. Now it’s time to man up.

I cup my hands around her cheeks and lift her face to mine. Worry crosses over her pale blue eyes and her body tenses. I sense her internal struggle to pull away—to protect herself from me.

I brush my lips across hers and relish at how her body trembles. “I want you, and I’m done fighting it.”

“Mac.” She clenches her hands into my jacket and tugs me closer. “Don’t hurt me.”

“Hurting you is the last thing I want to do.” I hold my gaze on hers, hoping she sees the sincerity in my words. “But I have issues. I won’t always say or do the right thing.”

She slides her hands up my back and hooks them around my shoulders. “We all have issues. That’s life.”

Then she presses her lips to mine.

Her lips are soft and tentative, almost like she’s afraid to take this next step. I can’t blame her. Not with how I’ve acted.

I want to take the kiss deeper—taste her mouth with my tongue—but I also don’t want to push her too fast. Then she parts her lips and flicks her tongue across my bottom lip.

I snap.

I dive into her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth like a wild man. She tastes like peppermint toothpaste and smells like a divine goddess. Hints of strawberries, vanilla, and something I can’t find the right words to describe cloud my mind. It’s so uniquely feminine and intoxicating. I could smell her all day and never tire of the sensations it arouses in me.

Lifting her into my arms, I flip her around. We tumble onto the bed in a mess of hands and tongues and lips and groans. She’s as hungry for me as I am for her.

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