Page 24 of Rough and Rugged
Holy hell!
His cock rubbed against mine and my eyes rolled back. Everett’s lips descended before I could utter a word. A frenzied back and forth ensued, sending my lust overboard.
Our first kiss had been for show—a kiss to claim before we’d even spoken to one another.
Our second had been soft and attentive, a test to see if the chemistry we’d felt was still there.
But this kiss… it was full of heat and want with a swirl of emotions I couldn’t name.
Everett kissed with his whole body, heating me from the inside out. His tongue rolled with mine and his hands gripped me like I’d fly away otherwise. When he lifted me, I lost my ever-loving mind.
“Everett, oh my fucking god.”
“I want you so bad,” he groaned, sucking on my neck as he rocked his dick more forcibly into me. From this angle, I could feel him fully against me.
“Please tell me you have a place in town,” he said, breaking my lust-fog.
“Huh?”
“I live about forty-five minutes from here, so if it’s between my place or fucking you against my truck, I might not have enough reason to stop myself.”
“Part of me is willing to risk it, too,” I admitted.
Everett chuckled, not helping the situation. I licked my lips, getting lost in his eyes for a second.
“But, Dimples?” he prodded.
“Oh! Right.” I frowned. “How did you know there was a but?” I asked.
“You said part of you, so…”
“Ah. Yes. Well, the other part wants privacy. And as luck would have it, somethingmy hotel roomprovides.”
“Fuck yes. You at the Pine Cone Inn?”
“For tonight, yes.” I’d never been more grateful I hadn’t told my family I was in town yet. Come tomorrow, I wouldn’t be able to get away with it, but for tonight, my sexy lumbergrump was all mine.
Everett attacked my mouth, giving me one more mouth-watering kiss before he carried me to the passenger side.
“Why did you go to that side?” I asked as he dropped me in the seat. This time I didn’t care he’d manhandled me. It was hot.
“So I could kiss you all for myself.”
Swoon.
I ignored the thought that pointed out I shouldn’t be swooning from a hookup.
We were on the road and headed back to Applewood well before my cheeks quit flaming. Neither of us spoke, the radio playing silently in the cab. I’d become lost in my head, trying not to freak out about how natural this connection felt. Or that it felt more real than the two years I’d spent with Ethan ever had.
“You’re sure woolgathering awful hard there, Dimples.”
“What?”
“Woolgathering,” he said, like that cleared it up.
“You’ve lost me.”
His beard shifted as if he wanted to smile but didn’t. The lights of the other cars illuminated the cab now and then, giving me a small glimpse of his handsome face.