Page 51 of Crossing Every Line

With one hand on the wheel and the other in her hair, he tried to concentrate on the road. “Is that what you want from me?”

She ducked her head and circled his nipple with her tongue. “We’re both unattached.” She nipped the hard tip. “You seem to want me as much as I want you.”

Not possible. If he had his way, she’d be naked, and he’d be inside her as often as humanly possible.

“So I was thinking we could just have fun and worry about New York when we get there.” She moved down to his belly, her tongue swirling around his navel. She thumbed open the button of his jeans. “Now keep your eyes on the road.”

“Kendall.”

She tucked two fingers from each hand into his zipper and peeled it back. He swore as she cupped her tongue around the head of his cock. Her hair slid along his belly, and her warm, moist mouth sealed around the tip of him. And then she sucked.

He drew in a deep breath and bunched his fingers into her hair.

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The light sting of his grip faded as quickly as it came. She wrapped her fingers around the base of him and lay across the bench. The rumble of the powerful engine, the intimacy, and the thrill of giving this man a blowjob in the middle of a stretch of desert kicked her heart into a gallop. She reached farther into his jeans and cupped his balls as she painted the underside of his shaft with her tongue. Salty and soft, his skin was addictive. The twitch of muscle and vein under her tongue, the moist air of her breath, and finally she took him as deep as possible.

She looked up, her hair tangled in her view. The granite line of his jaw, the way his Adam’s apple worked, and the erratic tic of his pulse at his throat—all of it made her nipples bead and her pussy throb. He was so stoic, so incredibly closed off until she had her hands on him. The minute they met skin to skin, he was hers. She hummed around his cock.

Mine.

His fingers tightened in her hair again, and she felt rather than heard the deep growl from his chest. She freed him from her mouth. The steering wheel dug into her shoulder, and the zipper pinched the side of her hand, but she wouldn’t stop until his cum filled her mouth. She wanted him at her mercy as she was at his mercy most of the time.

His hips shifted under her. His body was an instruction manual where his mouth never would be. She let him go and drew his sac into her mouth and looked up. The tendons in his neck were in stark relief. She hummed again, and his Adam’s apple bobbled. Fascinated with his body, she slid her palm up his belly and splayed her fingers, higher and higher until the cross tickled her hand and then finally her wrist.

She bobbed her head, taking a little more of him with each pass. Her name was a guttural rumble that was ripped from his chest. She dug her nails into the hair-roughened skin that stretched over his chest as the first splash of his cum hit the back of her throat. His fingers twisted into her hair, and the pain was a final signal.

She pumped him until he was empty, and his taste was hers.

Until the moment faded and his body relaxed. She watched each piece of him unfurl—shoulders eased, his neck relaxed, his tendons faded. All except his ironclad jaw.

She tucked him back into his jeans, let him adjust himself for comfort, and laid her cheek against his belly. His skin was hot to the touch as she nuzzled along the silky hair over his ridge of abs. She pushed his shirt up until she could taste the warm skin at the middle of his chest. The beads of his rosary so familiar and comforting. She pulled his shirt down and rose onto her knees to trace her lips over his neck and behind his ear.

“The best part of a road trip.” She nipped his ear and backed herself up and into her seat. His eyes blazed fire in the evergreen coolness. So rough around the edges, so determined not to show an ounce of just how pretty he was, but nothing could disguise his amazing hazel eyes.

Instead of letting her sit down, he dragged her back and latched his mouth over hers. Surprised, she gripped the dash. “Shane!” She laughed into his mouth.

He pulled her hair until her neck was displayed for him. He glanced at the road and drew the tip of his tongue along her neck and to her ear, the same way she’d done to his. Her pussy clenched. Being manhandled shouldn’t turn her on like it did. Damn that man.

His fingers slid out of her hair and down her back. “That’s not going to be enough.”

No.Enoughdidn’t seem to be a word they could associate with each other.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the sign for a rest stop. “Just how fast were you going?” How long had she gone down on him?

He nipped her ear. “I have no idea.”

She smiled and eased back to her side of the couch. “I think we could use a break.”

He nodded. His fingertips dug into his thigh. She wasn’t sure just what there was between them beyond the sexual napalm but decided not to care at the moment. She needed to clean up and get a fresh pair of panties on. The man was hell on her wardrobe.

The last few miles were quiet. She squirmed in her seat. She was way too worked up for giving a damn blowjob. It was more for him than for her. Then why was she ready to crawl out of her skin?

“Sunshine.”

Her name was a growl. The first time he’d called her that, it had made her heart melt; now it was going to short-circuit her brain. She was fairly sure he didn’t realize he’d used his nickname for her again. Sanity said she should put out the little flare of hope, but she couldn’t.

“Yes, Oscar?” She couldn’t stop the grin when his cheeks flushed.

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