Page 32 of Truck Stop Tempest
“Kiss me back.”
The man growled, the room spun. I landed above him, straddling his waist. He held my hips tight, his hazel eyes burning bright. “There. You’re in charge. Now, kiss me.”
My cheeks blazed. From the first time we’d met, I’d wanted his mouth, dreamt of us, imagined a million different scenarios where I was kissing Tito.
Now I had him, and shamefully, I didn’t know how to take charge.
As if reading my mind, he whispered, “Don’t think about it. Just do it.”
I feared if I didn’t try, I’d never get the chance again. So, I leaned forward, planted my hands on the mat, caging him, and I dipped my head, planting a kiss on one cheek, just above his mouth, and then the other.
Tito chuckled. “That’s a start.”
I pressed my lips to his, smiling, mostly from embarrassment, but also heady from the power he’d granted me and the thrill of having the man between my legs. I couldn’t waste the opportunity. I dragged my tongue across the seam of his mouth, urging him to open. When he did, I dived in, with my mouth, my tongue, and my teeth. I curled my fingers into the longer hair on top of his head, holding him steady while I took what he offered.
I was wild, ravenous, delirious with want. I kissed. I licked. I sucked. I claimed what I wanted, how I wanted; only, what I took wasn’t enough. I craved more. Ached for more.
Tito’s hips bucked underneath me. He curled his fingers into my ass and started to take over, but I tightened my grip on his hair and held him still, not ready to yield control. Power was rare. Beautiful. Freeing. And for a fleeting moment, dominance was mine.
My breasts ached. A low flame burned beneath my skin. The throb between my legs became unbearable, and I arched my back, pressing my core harder against the beautiful man between my legs.
Tito.
Oh, God.
Tito was thick and rigid, meeting my grind with soft thrusts. Rubbing, riling, taunting, and tempting. The ache was no longer only between my legs; it was everywhere. My face. My head. My heart. Pounding. Pounding. Pounding. A relentless rhythm of sex and need and selfish pleasure pumped through my veins, loud and erotic and all-consuming.
I rocked my hips against the hard length of him—greedy, selfish, unabashed—and soon we were no longer kissing. Face buried in his neck, his arm clamped around my head, I moved against him, a slow mating dance, lustful, sinful, and I didn’t care; I didn’t want to be good, not in that moment, not in Tito’s arms. I wanted wild and writhing and mindless, and I never, ever wanted to stop.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
I heard the words. Wasn’t sure where they came from. My head? My mouth? They were there, getting louder. Pissing me the fuck off.
“Stop. Fuckin’ hell, Bunny. Stop.”
Tuuli collapsed on top of me, chest heaving, face buried in my neck, wet lips pressed against my sweaty skin.
“Fuck,” I grunted, rolling us over, pushing to my hands and knees above her wild little body. I struggled to replenish my own oxygen. Those flushed cheeks and rosy lips were temptation enough, but that damn hair splayed beneath her like a tattered halo? Fuck me. My head was a mess.
I’d never lost my mind with a woman. I’d sure as hell never ceded control.
Her eyes filled with liquid, and she slapped her palms over her face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just. That was. Oh, God.” She shook her head. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
I knew where the conversation was headed, and no fucking way would I let her diminish the hottest bump-and-grind I’d ever experienced.
“Don’t do that.” I dropped my forehead to hers. “That was the best fuckin’ kiss of my life. Don’t make it bad. Don’t you dare make it dirty.”
She nodded in agreement, then peeked between her fingers. “Why did you stop?”
“Why?” I huffed, frustrated beyond measure, and barely holding my shit together. “Because I was two heartbeats away from tearing off your clothes and turning that kiss into something dirty, that’s why.”
If I hadn’t stopped, she’d be lying beneath me, wearing bruises, swollen lips, and a blanket of regret.
I watched a tear slip down the side of her still hidden face. My guts twisted. I pried her fingers away and captured her hand in my own. “You okay?”
Lips curled between her teeth, she mumbled, “Mmm…hmm.”
“Why the tears, then?”