Meeting his eyes, she finally lifted her hand and settled it on his palm. Her skin was cool and soft, delicate compared to his. Something to be treasured. He closed his fingers around hers and squeezed, her need and unspoken trust in him easing something in his chest.
Oh, sugar. You're mine.
Without a word, he turned and guided her out of the bar.
Oh God, what had she done?
Jessie's heart slammed against her ribs as he led her to his truck, parked in the shadows at the back of the lot. She kept remembering that smoldering look in his eyes when he pinned her up against the bar.
I like control.
The words and the erotic possibilities behind them made her shiver. She'd always fantasized about what it would be like to have a lover tie her up in bed, dominate her as he took her. The difference was Deke wouldn't simply pretend to be into that kind of play for her benefit. It was who he was. The knowledge made her hot enough to melt.
Deke glanced sideways at her. “Cold?"
"No.” Scared spitless of what he'd do to her. Of what she might let him do, of what he'd make her feel.
And that she'd love it so much she'd crave more.
His large hand tightened around hers, then he stroked a thumb over her knuckles. He unlocked her door without releasing her, but instead of opening it, he crowded close behind her and set his hands on her hips.
The heat coming off him settled over her back. He was so much bigger than her. Yet despite his size, his touch was as gentle as it was arousing. He bent his head until his breath brushed over the sensitive skin on her nape. She bit back a gasp when he feathered a kiss below her hairline, then more across to her bare shoulder. The unexpected tenderness mixed with the threat of the unknown, pushing her arousal higher. Reaching the juncture between neck and shoulder, he nipped lightly. She rose on her toes, hands gripping his to anchor herself as the world spun. The moist heat of his tongue on her skin made her knees wobble.
"Turn around.” His deep murmur sent a blast of heat pooling between her legs.
She faced him, straining to see his features in the darkness. There was just enough light for her to make out the sexual gleam in his eyes. He was her darkest fantasy come to life. All potent, hungry male, waiting to devour her.
Deke released her hips to slide his hands into her hair. Long fingers trailed along her scalp, flexing slightly as he cradled her head. Holding her firmly in place, he tilted her head back and kissed her. She moaned at the feel and taste of him, opening for his tongue. She revelled in the hard man and velvety soft lips faintly scented with the beer he'd never finished.
Her hands sought his shoulders and squeezed, her spinning senses delighting in the ridges of muscle she explored. All that power and hunger tightly controlled while he took the time to gently introduce her to this new experience.
He wedged in tighter until her breasts pushed against his chest. Pressing a hard thigh between her legs, his tongue entered her mouth in a slow, velvet thrust.
She whimpered into his mouth and clung to his broad shoulders, rubbing her breasts against him to relieve the ache in her suddenly hypersensitive nipples. In answer, he took her deeper and rested more of his weight against her, that thick thigh between her legs getting her wet and ready for him. Oh God, he knew how to kiss. Knew how to tease, to seduce with his tongue until she was ready to rip his clothes off and climb his body.
"You feel good, sugar,” he murmured against her mouth.
"You do, too.” She wanted more of him. Wanted to strip his shirt off and run her hands over all the muscles beneath the soft cotton. Her fingers grasped the open collar of his shirt, but he raised his head and stopped her with his hands. She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off with a searing kiss. When he pulled back, she could see the smile playing about the edges of his lips.
"Get in the truck, Jess."
The dark promise in the words made her mouth go dry, but she quickly opened the door and scrambled into the cab. He climbed behind the wheel and shut the door, enclosing them in silence. The subtle spice of leather and his cologne swirled around her as he put the keys in the ignition and looked at her.
After a second, he dropped his hand from the steering column. “C'mere."
Before she could move, he reached across the space separating them and wound a hand behind her nape, giving her a tug. Balancing one hand on the center console, she leaned toward him, the glow in his eyes making her wetter by the second. His lips claimed hers hungrily, yet with a seductive languor that made her turn liquid. She opened for his caressing tongue and reached for his shoulders to steady herself.
The hand against her nape kneaded gently, soothing some of the tension away. The other cradled her cheek a moment before sliding into her hair. He tilted her head back and kissed her harder, deeper, until she squirmed against the leather seat. Long fingers swept from her hair to her bare shoulder, pausing to skim lightly along her collar bone. His palm hovered deliciously close to one aching breast, the heat making her nipple bead even tighter. Begging to be touched.
Closing her hands around his shoulders, she made a soft whimpering sound and arched closer, wordlessly asking for what she wanted. But he didn't give it to her. Just kissed her until she could hardly breathe. Growing impatient, Jessie took his wrist and tried to tug it downward. He didn't budge.
Lifting a breath away from her lips, Deke smiled and nuzzled her jawline. “Undo your blouse for me."
It took a moment for the words to register, and when his intent became clear, a blush stole up her cheeks. Watching her with a heated expression, he eased back and waited for her to comply.
Jessie swallowed, fingers creeping up to the halter tie at the back of her neck to slip it undone. Already hard, her nipples throbbed inside the cups of her bra. Meeting his gaze, she gathered her courage and slowly lowered the ties, exposing the tops of her breasts for his inspection. She held her breath while his deep blue gaze raked over her with frank male appreciation.
But for all the leashed hunger she sensed in him, he didn't move. “Now the bra."
It fastened at the back, so she had to arch her spine to reach the clasp. Her fingers shook slightly as she found the hooks and undid them, pausing for a moment to let the anticipation build before she released them and pulled the garment away from her flushed skin. She let it drop to the floor and licked her lips, berating herself. It was stupid to feel so exposed now. He'd warned her about what he wanted, and she'd asked for it anyway.
A muscle jumped in Deke's jaw as he stared at her naked breasts, his gaze so hot it singed her skin. She was half sprawled against the door almost panting with arousal, hardly able to believe she was half naked in the cab of a truck with a man she barely knew. And more turned on than she'd ever been in her entire life.
He tore his gaze away from her breasts to glide his thumb across her lips. “You're beautiful."
She believed him. The way he looked at her made her feel like the sexiest woman alive.
Deke trailed his fingers down her throat to her breastbone. The pads of his fingers were warm and slightly rough, sending a rush of goose bumps over her skin. They skimmed lightly over the tops of her breasts. Her nipples tightened even more, lifting toward him. Begging to be touched. Between her thighs, a hot rush of moisture saturated her lace panties.
His expression was completely absorbed as he stroked her breasts with one hand, tracing the plump curves, ignoring her restless shifting and quickened breathing. “Look at these pretty nipples."
Jessie closed her eyes, aching for so much more than he was giving her. At last, his thumb brushed over one rigid peak, tearing a gasp from her throat as her back arched involuntarily. She'd never been so sensitive there before. Biting back a moan, she opened her eyes.
He watched her face, tracking every nuance of her expression as he feathered his thumb over her. Back and forth, back and forth, before leaving the nipple and finding the other. She pressed up against his hand, wanting more pressure, and slid her fingers into his hair to pull his mouth to her. With a dark chuckle, he leaned forward and trapped her between his hard torso and the truck door. He brushed a kiss over the top of one breast and took the throbbing nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it gently.
A broken moan escaped her, and her eyes slid closed. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, each little tug sending streamers of sensation to the damp folds between her legs, centering on her aching clit. She squirmed against the leather and tugged on the back of his head. He resisted the movement, bending to torment her with a light nibble against the side of her breast.
He made a growling sound. “You like having your nipples played with."
Apparently. Every time he touched them exquisite tingles raced through her.
Bracing on an elbow, Deke crowded in closer and rolled her other nipple with his free hand, his lips rubbing at the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder joined. She caught her breath and pushed up harder, demanding more. His skilful fingers kept teasing her throbbing nipples as he layered kisses up her throat to the corner of her mouth. Grasping handfuls of his thick hair, Jessie dragged him to her lips and kissed him, hard.
He stayed like that, sliding his tongue against hers and playing with her nipples like they were the most fascinating things in the world and he had no plans to do anything else. Ever.
Finally unable to stand the burn, she tore her mouth away. “Deke, I..."
"What, sugar?” His lazy drawl stroked her aching body, his fingers making her crazy.
Frustrated, she tugged on his head, trying to draw his mouth to where she wanted it.
He resisted the pressure and shook his head, those endlessly blue eyes burning into hers. “Say it. Tell me what you want me to do."
Jessie fought to relax. “I want your mouth on me."
His tongue stole out to tease the corner of her mouth. “Where?"
He was going to make her say it, whether she wanted to or not. Pushing aside the scary feeling of vulnerability, she met his stare. “My...” Why was it so hard to say the words? It was only the two of them here. No one knew, and no one would overhear. “My...nipples."
"Mmm.” He praised her with a slow stroke of his tongue across her lower lip but pulled away before she could kiss him. “And what do you want me to do with them, sugar?"
Chickening out, she closed her eyes. “S-suck them."
"Then look at me and ask for it."
Her eyes flew open in shock. The implacable demand was there in his face, in his eyes. He wouldn't give her what she wanted until she gave him what
he
wanted. Her vulnerability. He was slowly pushing her into a place she'd never been before. It unnerved her. But beneath the flutter of unease, a wave of heat flooded her veins. She wanted this. Wanted to surrender to the unyielding dominance in him. All she had to do was give up control, if she could summon the courage to take what he offered.
Swallowing, she found her voice. “Suck my nipples. Please.” The words came out in a shaky rush.
The slow smile he gave her made her heart knock against her ribs. “With pleasure."
He bent his dark head and parted his lips over one ripe nipple. The first stroke of his damp tongue made her gasp and clench her fingers in his hair. The second made her tremble and moan. But when he finally opened his mouth and took her inside to suckle, she thought she'd faint.
"Oh,
God
,” she cried. Pleasure tore into her, so fast and intense it stole her breath.
Deke slid one arm behind her back to hold her while he enjoyed her, his free hand tormenting the other nipple. He sucked gently at first, then more firmly, licking and nibbling at the tortured peak. Jessie tipped her head back against the door and gave into the sensation, her whole body pulsing with unfulfilled need. She rubbed her thighs together to relieve the ache between them, but the friction only made the throb worse. She wanted his hands there, sliding between her hot folds.
He lifted his head. “You wet for me, sweetheart?"
"Yes.” And getting wetter every second. God, she was going to go crazy if he didn't do something to douse the fire he'd started.
"Good girl.” He sucked her nipple firmly, rubbing his tongue over the tip. “Give into it, Jess. Let me take you higher."
Higher? She was ready to shove him into his seat and attack him.
His mouth tugged and pleasured in a lazy rhythm while his free hand trailed down her stomach, pausing to tease her navel a moment before finding her hip. The warmth of his palm sank through her jeans as he caressed the curve of her bottom and down her thigh. Shifting in his firm grip, she parted her legs and lifted into his body, desperate for him to touch her aching pussy. His hand skimmed up the inside of her leg, the thumb sweeping oh so close to where she needed to be touched. But never close enough.
She whimpered and closed her eyes. Did he want her to beg? She would if he kept pushing her like this, no matter how embarrassed she'd be later.
Deke released her captive nipple and eased away. She reached for him, but he wound his fingers around her wrists and pressed them against the seat. He studied her glistening, swollen nipples, her heaving breasts. Under his intense gaze, the tingling got worse. “So pretty,” he murmured. Then he reached for the discarded bra and brought it to her breasts.
Jessie grabbed it in surprise. “What—"
He pushed her hands away and hooked it behind her back, lifting each breast and sucking tenderly on its tip before nestling them in the satin cups. When he drew the ties of her blouse up, she sat up, shaking in confusion. “You're not going to...do anything else?"
"Not here.” He reached up and pulled her seatbelt around her, his knuckles intentionally grazing the denim between her legs when he drew it across her lap to buckle it. She sucked in a sharp breath.
What the hell was he doing? Did he get off on torturing her or something? If so, she'd had enough. She'd rather go back to her own cabin than suffer more of the excruciating need he created in her if he had no intention of letting her come.