She pushed away from him. “I’m going. But I’m wearing cowboy boots, not roller skates. Slow down.”
“Can’t.” He bent his knees and lifted her into his arms. All that silky hair swished over his skin, and he breathed in her sweet, sexy scent.
“Cassian.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re crazy.” She bit his earlobe. “Crazy hot.”
Digging his keys out of his pocket, he hit the keypad to unlock his truck. Didn’t even set her down, just opened the passenger side and dumped her onto the seat.
She quickly righted herself from the sprawl. “Are you serious right now?”
“As a heart attack.” He swung around to his side, buckled in, and tore out of the parking lot. He was so fucking hard it hurt.
As he turned onto the highway, he reached for her hand and kissed the back of it. “Thank you.” He had too much emotion bottled up to express any of it. If he even tried, he’d be tumbling her into the backseat and tearing off her panties.
“I’m glad you went back to see him.” Her voice in the dark cab soothed like a down blanket and a crackling fire.
He set her hand on his thigh, wanting more of her, all of her. His heart pounded, his blood raced, and it was all he could do to keep focused on the road.
“Maybe in your next staff meeting, you can ask everyone to look for opportunities to give Walker a leadership role—”
“I can’t talk about Walker. Not when my truck smells like you. When all I can think about is your mouth. I want it, Gigi. I want your legs wrapped around me, and your hands all over me. I need you.”
Her thighs squeezed together. “You can have it. My mouth. You can have it anywhere you want it.”
Chapter Fourteen
He pulled off the road and drove into the sage-covered meadow.
“What are you doing?”
Jerking the gearshift into Park, he killed the engine. “You want to know why I’m the Bad Boy Quarterback?”
She sat quietly, expectantly.
“Because there’s nobody else for me but you. And, when I lost you, I knew in my gut I’d lost a part of me. The part that gave me my place in the world, the part that made me happy.” He shrugged. “It means that, other than football—what I do, who I spend time with…nothing matters.” He reached for her hair, twirling a lock around his finger. “What I’m saying is, there’s no going slow for me. No seeing how things work out. I’m all-in. There’s us, there’s now, and for me, that’s forever. So, I’ll do whatever you want, but just know—”
Unbuckling her seatbelt, she lunged for him, her hands framing his face, her mouth covering his.
Yes. Oh, hell, yes.
She flung her arms around his neck, her tongue licking inside and teasing his into play. Lust surged high and hard, and he wanted all of her at once.
Naked, open, mine.
He didn’t understand how one person could make him feel so much. He met thousands of people every year, had good friends and close family, but no one set his soul on fire the way she did.
Her kiss turned hungry, and she grabbed fistfuls of his hair. Those moans…they spilled into the dry and barren holes that dimpled the landscape of his heart. He absorbed them, drank in her desire, her urgency, until the absolute relief of having her in his arms—his life—filled him to the brim.
And then…Jesus, and then the need grew too powerful. He tore his mouth off hers. “Get in back.” He pressed the heel of his palm on his raging erection.
Watching him touch himself, Gigi’s eyes flared, and after a moment’s hesitation, she scrambled over the console and crashed onto the back seat. Even as he climbed over—and he was too damn big to have sex in a truck but like hell would he wait to get home—she was pulling those jean shorts down.
With a mischievous grin, she stuck her finger in a belt loop and swung them around. “Well, look at that. No panties, just like you asked.”
Fuck, she was cute. And fun. And sexy. And every damn thing he could ever want.
Landing on the seat, half on top of her, he yanked the top of his jeans, popping the buttons open. He got them down to his ankles, when he remembered his damn boots.
Laughing, Gigi reached over him for the laces. Her hair tickled his bare skin, and her breath warmed his cheek. Her scent was like a direct hit to his pleasure center.
He couldn’t take it anymore. “Get over here.” Gripping under her arms, he pulled her on top of him.
She landed with a shriek and quickly fell onto her back, shoving the hair out of her eyes, revealing the joyful glitter in them. “You need to get naked, buddy. Chop, chop.” She pulled herself into a sitting position, her bottom half naked, her top covered only in a lacy white bra. Her tits jiggled as she untied his boot, cupped the heel, and yanked it off.
He was so hard, and yet he wasn’t ready to fuck her. He wanted this moment to last. Because it was them, laughing, just like in the treehouse, only this time they were really together. The promise of sex with Gigi was as exciting as the forbidden had once been.
She was having trouble with the other boot, so he batted her hands away and did it himself. “Take off that bra. I want your tits in my mouth.”
Desire rose like a pink wave across her body, cresting over her cheeks. Eyes lusty, she flicked the clasp and pulled the straps down, dropping her bra to the floorboard.
As he kicked off his jeans, she reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up, her hot, wet mouth kissing a path from his belly to his pecs to the curve of his neck. “I can’t believe I finally get to touch you.”
Laying down, he shifted until he propped his head on the armrest. “Get on me.” He wanted to see her hourglass shape rising over him, wanted to feel the ends of her hair fluttering across his chest. He wanted to watch those amber eyes turn soft and lusty.
Without hesitation, she straddled him, and he flicked the long hair off her shoulders so he could see her big, bouncy breasts. “My beautiful Gigi.” He wanted to make sure she knew this was so much more than sex for him. “You’re everything to me. You know that, right?”
Her smile was soft, a little shy. A lot naughty.
“If you never wanted to have sex with me again, I’d still die a happy man as long as I got to be with you.”
“Oh, we’re going to have sex, all right. Lots and lots of it.” She shifted restlessly, and he clutched her ass, hauling her up his lap.
He moved her rhythmically over his cock, her slick heat lighting up his nerves. “Goddamn, you feel good.”
Leaning forward, she clutched his shoulders, her hair falling like a curtain around their faces. Her hips moved sensuously over him—so sexy—eyes glazed with lust, brow furrowed in concentration. Each slide of his cock through her hot, slick folds struck his nerve center like a bolt of lightning. She gasped, so he knew he was stroking her clit.
He didn’t think he could contain it, all this desire and want and need for her. Her fingernails dug into his skin. Their breaths mingled. He reached for her breasts, held their soft, heavy weight in his hands. Arching up, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, while his fingers teased the other one. “You ready for me?”