Page 43 of Sentinel's Kiss

“Pull over,” she said, already half in Josh’s lap. Rubbing her breasts on his arm, she nibbled on his ear. “I want to fuck.”

“Sweetheart, we’re a half hour from the hotel.”

She rubbed the bulge of his pants. “I can’t wait. I want you inside me right now.”

“What the fuck brought this on?”

“Complaining?”

Josh pulled over. She scampered off his lap and got out of the Jeep.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He followed her.

“Backseat,” she said, opening the back door. “Just like old times.”

“You’re crazy,” he said. “Wouldn’t you rather do it in a nice comfortable bed?”

“Later,” she said, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

His mouth was everything she wanted. She unbuttoned his pants and reached inside to pull out his cock.

“Slow down, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

They still stood outside the Jeep, its flashers signaling to any approaching cars that they were on the side of the road. She hoped a Good Samaritan or a cop didn’t pull over to investigate, except a part of her hoped they did. The thrill of getting caught made her giddy.

“I don’t want to slow down.” She didn’t want to think about murders or babies or anything like that. She needed the heat that Josh could bring her. She leaned against the side of the Jeep and rubbed him fast. He shredded her pantyhose but couldn’t rip off her panties.

“I’ll push them down,” she said. He was so long and thick in her hand.

She had a moment to wonder what he thought of this. Of her. Was he humoring her? Would she regret this crazy behavior once he drove away all the mental pain with physical pleasure?

“Don’t stop touching me,” he ordered, pulling out a switchblade. Fascinated, she watched him. Adrenaline pumped her heart faster. He was better than a roller coaster. When he clicked the knife open, she felt like she did when the roller coaster dropped after the first big climb. He sliced her panties off with two quick swipes. She didn’t even feel the blade so close to her skin.

“Holy crap, that’s hot.” Ashley shuddered and tugged his head down for a kiss with her free arm.

He tossed the knife onto the backseat. Plunging his hand up her skirt, he stroked his fingers through her wet folds. She eagerly spread her legs.

“More,” she lifted her mouth from his to say.

He matched her rhythm, flicking her clit as fast as she was jerking him off. She screamed into his mouth and clamped her thighs down on his hand.

“Will that keep you until the hotel?”

She shook her head. A car flew by without stopping. She was shaking. “Fuck me.”

Pulling a condom out of his pocket, he handed it to her. While she fumbled opening it, he ripped her blouse open, buttons flying.

“Oh,” she cried out, more aroused by that than she had been with her last date’s kisses. Who the hell had it been, anyway? She almost dropped the condom when he went back for the knife. Who cared? She hadn’t felt this out of control since the last time Josh had her against his Jeep.

“Put it on me.” Josh grabbed her chin and forced his tongue in her mouth. With shaking hands, she slid the condom down his wide length.

“Don’t move,” he said, sliding the knife up between her breasts.

“Josh,” she cried out, a flash of cold fear momentarily dousing the white-hot desire.

But with a quick sawing motion, he cut her bra down the front. Her breasts bounced free and the warm summer air soothed over aching nipples like a wet tongue. She yanked his pants down his hips. He tossed the knife away again and groped her breasts with a rough caress.

“Fuck me,” she begged.