Page 67 of Defensive Desire

My mouth waters at the delicious sight of it.

“You're worth every damn second,” he grits out, eyes fixed on the road like it’s the only thing keeping him sane.

I lean over the console, lifting his shirt slightly as my lips brush over his abs, tasting the salt of his skin as I work my way lower.

His muscles clench beneath my mouth, and when I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, his hips twitch in response.

“Shit,” he groans, knuckles going white on the wheel.

I take my time. Drag my tongue along the thick vein pulsing beneath the shaft. The engine rumbles around us as I tease the head of his cock with slow, featherlight licks, tasting him until his whole body is vibrating with tension.

“Emma… fuck, baby…”

“Eyes on the road, mister,” I purr, then take him into my mouth.

His reaction is immediate.

His hips jerk, the truck wobbling as he tightens his grip on the wheel, fighting for control.

“Christ. Emma… you’re gonna get us killed.”

I hum around him in response, letting the vibration travel through his cock like a shockwave. He groans at the feeling. A deep, guttural sound that goes straight to my heated pussy.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, sliding him deeper into my throat.

“Holy—shit—” Logan’s voice is strangled, breath coming in fast, uneven gasps. “Fuck, baby. You’ve got… no idea what you’re doing to me.”

Wrong.

I know exactly what I’m doing.

And I fucking love it.

I tighten my grip, bobbing my head in a slow rhythm, lips gliding over thick, hot flesh as his breathing turns ragged. His thighs flex, his hand leaving the gearshift to grip the edge of the seat like he’s anchoring himself.

When I glance up, his face is a masterpiece of restraint. Eyes flicking between the road and me, jaw clenched, sweat beading at his temple.

I take him deeper, sinkingall the waydown. Right until my nose brushes the soft skin at the base and my throat almost chokes at the pressure of his hardness pressing deep inside my mouth.

“Emma—fuck—fuck, baby, I’m close. Gonna come…”

I moan around him, and that’s it.

His body shudders, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he spills into me, groaning my name like a prayer torn straight from his soul.

It's salty and thick, nothing like I ever expected. Still, I swallow every drop greedily, letting my tongue tease his sensitive tip until he’s twitching with overstimulation.

“JesusChrist,” he breathes, easing off the gas just enough to guide the truck to a wide shoulder.

The tires crunch against gravel as he throws it into park and I lean back in the seat, wiping at the corners of my mouth.

The second we’re still, he grabs me.

His hand fists in my shirt as he hauls me across the console, dragging me into his lap. His mouth crashes onto mine in a kiss that's hot, needy and messy.

“You drive me insane,” he mutters between kisses, voice still hoarse. “I’ve never met a woman who could make me this fucking crazy.”

I straddle his thighs, breathless, flushed, my hands braced against his chest as he trails kisses down my throat.