She shivered and pressed her body along his length, soft against hard, her fingers latching behind his neck. Telling him she wanted more as much as he did.
In a fluid motion, Cole slid across the seat, lifted her, and pulled her onto his lap. With quick handwork, he slid her dress up her long, lean thighs until it was at her hips. The V of her body settled snugly across his groin, her black tights the only barrier between him and the slick wet heat of her core. He palmed her ass, pressed her hips against his erection. Cole ground his teeth against the throbbing demand of his cock, as she taunted him with how near he was to the ultimate satisfaction of being inside her.
Possessively, hungrily, he funneled his fingers into the silky blond strands of her hair and brought her lips to his. “I warned you I’d never stop kissing you and I don’t plan to,” he told her, a moment before his mouth slanted over hers in hard demand. It was a kiss to claim her, a kiss of domination, a kiss that said tonight she was his. She answered by giving herself to him, her tongue reaching for his, her hands moving over his shoulders like brilliant fire that shot molten heat straight to his cock.
He arched his hips into her, pressed her down against the bulge in his jeans. Rocked with her. Filled his hands with her breasts and thumbed the laces at the embroidered bodice of her dress, engaged by their path straight to her waist. He envisioned ripping those laces away and pulling them wide, exposing her lush breasts with his hands and mouth. And probably scare the hell out of her, he reminded himself, settling for a long, deep kiss before forcefully tearing his lips from hers. “Holly.”
Dark, sexy lashes fluttered before she managed to fix a heavy-lidded stare on him. Her lips were gorgeous, plump and full from his kisses. “Yes,” she finally whispered.
His lips curved with decadent pleasure. “I am coming to like that word.” He gently fingered the laces, and they unraveled downward slowly, exposing a thin line of skin, his cock twitching with anticipation of seeing her. But he kept his eyes on hers.
“Open your dress for me, Holly,” he ordered, releasing her, pressing his fists into the seat, giving her the power, and demanding, silently, that she act.
Shock registered in her face, and she bit her bottom lip; her hands rested on his upper thighs. “What?” she asked nervously.
“Open your dress and free your breasts,” he ordered. “I want to see you, Holly.”
Instant uncertainty filled her lovely face. “Here?”
“Here.”
Her gaze went to the side windows, where snow fell with far too much fury to allow them to stay there much longer. “I don’t know if I—”
He drew her mouth to his, their breath mingling with the carnal temptation to taste each other. But he held back, challenging her instead. “Let yourself reach beyond your usual limits, Holly.” His teeth scraped her bottom lip. “Don’t you want to experience pleasure without limits?”
She inhaled a shaky breath and then brushed her lips across his, tasted him with a sexy slide of her tongue before leaning back and reaching for her laces. Satisfaction rolled within him as he watched her part the material and display the silky fabric of a sheer black bra. High and full, her breasts overflowed the tiny piece of sexy fabric. The truck was toasty warm now, but he was on fire because of Holly.
“Unhook it,” he ordered, his dick thick, aching to be inside her. “Let me see your nipples.”
She did as he ordered, unsnapping the front clasp, which thrust those perky, pink nipples in the air as she shrugged the straps off her shoulders.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, filling his hands with her breasts and tilting his head to suckle one tight little peak into his mouth.
Gasping, she arched her back, clinging to him, her hand sliding through his hair as he licked, kissed, nipped. Panting, she started to rock her hips against the hard line of his dick, the friction damned near making him come in his pants. But this time was for her, and only her. It would be one orgasm in a series of many.
“Take what you need, baby,” he said, gently pressing his cheek to hers as he savored her. Cole took his time touching her, finding out what pleased her, what got her hot. He wanted to know every way to touch her, every way to make her cry out in pleasure. And she was close to release now, so very close she was unable to kiss him, her warm breath tickling his cheek.
“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh . . . I . . .” She buried her head in his neck, her hair in his face, but he didn’t care. He loved it. Loved every fucking minute of her pleasure.
“Come for me, Holly,” he whispered, his hands, his entire body, moving with her, working for her ultimate satisfaction. She gasped and tensed, and Cole ran his hand up her body, holding her as she shuddered with a sudden release. Caressed her as she came down, as her body relaxed.
But there was no relaxing for Holly. She tensed again, her face buried in his neck. “I can’t believe I . . . I . . .” Abruptly, she pushed away from him, cut her gaze to his chest, and tried to pull her dress together. “I have to go.”
No fucking way was he about to let her dart away, not without a fight. “Stop, Holly,” he ordered. “Stop doing this to yourself. Watching you come like that was amazing. All it did was make me want you more.” He touched her cheek. “No limits, remember?”
She studied him, assessing his words, and slowly her expression softened. But just when he thought he had her interest again, voices sounded in the distance. Instantly, she flew into motion, scrambling off his lap, and fumbling with her dress.
“No one is parked close enough to—”
A knock pounded on the bed of the truck, a warning that someone was approaching.
“Fuck!” The word ripped from his throat because he knew who was knocking. Jacob!
“Oh my God,” Holly bit out between her teeth, tugging on her coat. “I can’t believe I let this happen.”
She slid across the seat and shoved open the door. Cole reached for her, but she managed to evade his grasp, and jumped out of the truck.
“Thanks,” she said, wind and snow whipping wildly around her. “Or whatever I’m supposed to say under these circumstances.” She shoved the door shut.
Cole pounded the steering wheel, and then realized he didn’t even know her full name. He jerked his door open, and ice pelted down on his skin, snow instantly clinging to his shirt.
“Holly! ” he called, noting she was already halfway to The Tavern. He started to pursue, but he drew up short when he realized it wasn’t Jacob standing there, hands in a leather bomber jacket, but Abe, with his truck running a few feet away, as if he was in a hurry.
“Sorry, man,” Abe offered, motioning to Holly. He wasn’t an instigator, not one to show up unannounced, without Jacob by his side, prodding him. “But Jacob broke his damned leg.”
“What? How?”
“Some bastard hit his wife, so Jacob intervened. Managed to land a foot on some ice in the process.”
Ouch. “How bad?”
“Bad,” Abe said. “Real bad. Thought you’d want to follow us to the hospital.”