Yes, rage still filled him, but desire was even stronger. “Come here, Jewell.”
The dash lights were their only illumination, but he easily saw the shiver that raced through her body at his words. He had no doubt she would follow his orders.
That was what gave her the advantage. He was waiting for her to climb over to him, and instead, she threw open the passenger side door and bolted from the truck. He sat there dumbfounded for a minute, then jumped from the vehicle. Both of the truck doors were now wide open, and the light glowing from the truck offered him some slight assistance in his chase, and yet her shadow was barely visible as she sprinted away.
“Get back here,” he thundered, then silently rebuked himself. The tone of his voice wasn’t going to reassure her, persuade her to stop, and if she didn’t, he knew he’d lose her in the dark.
Throwing off his custom suit jacket, not caring where it landed, he ran after her. As it turned out, she didn’t stand a chance. She hadn’t made it very far when he caught up to her and lifted her into his arms. Her scream floated away into the night.
“Stop now!” he told her as he turned and began making his way back to the truck with her struggling in his arms.
“Don’t do this, Blake. I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you where I was. I wasn’t doing anything that would dishonor you, I swear.”
“I don’t care. You will tell me, but we’ll revisit that later,” he said in a steady voice as they reached the truck.
“What are you going to do?”
He sat her on the hood of the truck, spread her legs, and moved up against her, aligning his face perfectly with hers.
“Whatever I want.” With that, he grasped her neck and pulled her close, sealing their mouths together and only beginning to scratch the surface of his hunger where this woman was concerned.
She struggled for several moments, until he gentled his hold, his anger draining and seduction taking its place. Only then did she melt against him, a whimper escaping her throat as he broke through the barrier of her lips and plundered her mouth, making sure she thought of no other man but him.
Wrapping his arms around her as he dominated her in the best way he knew how, he pushed away the thoughts of who was really in control here. He was transported to a place where his problems evaporated, where the endless void of his life paradoxically disappeared. Nothing mattered when he was in her arms, when his lips were on hers, when his body sank inside her. Nothing mattered but her.
Only passion, heat, and lust were real in this moment. Only Jewell was real.
When he broke the kiss, he couldn’t see her face — the light from the truck was behind her. He could only hear her deep, panting breaths as he reached for the hem of her shirt and began tugging on it. He needed to feel her skin, needed to taste every single inch of her body.
He slid his fingers over her taut stomach, and its muscles shook underneath his touch, making him feel stronger, invincible, even. Her gasp of pleasure when his fingers glided over her full breasts and peaked nipples sent a shock wave through him.
Still, she wore too many clothes! He carefully pushed her backward, laying her flat on the hood of his truck, and he put his hands under the waistband of her jeans and undid them, then dragged them and the thin piece of silk covering her womanhood down off her trembling legs.
He smoothed his hands up her thighs and past her stomach, and cupped her sweet breasts, making her groan with need. Her response to him made him ache unbearably.
His manhood pulsed, and he was ready to strip off his clothes and take her right then, to plunge within her heat, to feel the walls of her core pulse around him. But he wouldn’t rush this. No.
His brow beaded with sweat. He drew back long enough only to rip his shirt buttons open and fling the offending garment on the ground.
The cloud cover cleared and the light from the full moon gave him a perfect view of her ivory flesh against his dark truck, and the sight of her nearly made him fall to his knees in appreciation. When she looked up, took in his chest and let out a little gasp, he didn’t know how he remained on his feet.
“I want you now. I want you always. I can’t get enough of you,” he said as he undid his pants and pushed them down, leaving him bare before her.
The frustration in her greedy eyes fueled his desire even further, and he came up to her again and ran his hands along the inside of her spread thighs. But when goose bumps appeared on her flesh, he stopped.
“Are you cold?” The air was warm and he was burning up, but maybe making love out in the open wasn’t the best idea.
“No,” she whispered with a shake of her head, her voice barely audible.
“Are you scared?” He held his breath and waited.
“Not at all,” she said. It wasn’t fear that was causing her to shake all over.
Her answer filled him with pride. He’d been happy to see her frightened earlier — he’d been furious — but when it came down to it, he didn’t want her afraid of him; he wanted her to desire him, need him, not want to let him go.
Even though that was against the rules.
Blake was beginning to hate the rules set between them, hate how this had all started. In only a week, she had taken hold of something inside him, though he wasn’t sure what and wasn’t about to analyze it. No. This was about sex, and only sex.
“I won’t hurt you, Jewell. No matter how angry I am, I would never hurt you.” He needed her to know this, and needed her to tell him she believed that. She was silent and he waited, his hands resting just beneath her heat as he throbbed before her.
“Please, Blake. I need you,” she told him.
“No, Jewell. Tell me you know I won’t hurt you,” he demanded. He slid his hands up her body, stopping them just below the rise and fall of her breasts before moving back down to her core, circling her most sensitive area.
“Blake…”
He said nothing, but rubbed his arousal against her leg, letting her know that he was more than ready for her.
“I know you won’t hurt me,” she finally gasped in frustration. “Please, please touch me.”
He didn’t need to hear anything beyond that. He moved one hand lower, pressing his fingers inside of her while the other trailed up her body and moved over the mound of her breast and up over her nipple, making her arch her back and groan once more into the night.
Lowering his head, he pulled her closer to him, then took her peaked nipple in his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue over the ridge as she moved beneath him.