Page 33 of It’s Only Love (Citrus Pines #1)

“No, darlin’, I think about a lot of other things,” he said, his meaning clear.

“Oh,” she said quietly. “Well don’t worry about me, I’ll just stay here tonight,” she added. A flash of lightning lit up the room, showing that she was standing by the front door.

“Really? By yourself all night in the storm with nothing to do or eat? That sounds fun,” he replied sarcastically.

She sighed. “Fine, but let’s go now then, quickly before it thunders again!” She threw open the front door, the sound of the rain deafening, and she ran outside.

“Wait! I need my keys first!” he called after her, but his voice was drowned out by the pelting rain and thunder.

He felt his way to the kitchen as quickly as he could, and then fumbled along the worktops in the darkness for his keys.

Once he grabbed them and found a second set which were hers, he stumbled back out to the open front door and outside, closing the door behind him and locking it.

The rain was hammering down, he could barely see in front of his face.

He ran down the steps and in the direction of his truck.

The ice-cold rain slashing his bare chest, washing off the evidence of their paint war.

He saw her waiting by his truck, her arms huddled around her, she looked soaked already.

He ran over to her side and unlocked the door before running around to his side and getting in.

He turned the key in the ignition and the truck roared to life.

He flicked his high beams on, and the bright lights lit up the road in front of them and the cabin of the truck brightened.

He turned to face Christy and saw her blond hair dripping down her face, her t-shirt was so wet it was completely see-through and plastered to her chest. The sight of her damp breasts moving up and down with her breaths had his mouth running dry.

Her eyes were flashing angrily, and he grinned at her, switching on the heating in the truck.

“I did tell you to wait,” he started, but she interrupted him with a terse,

“Just drive.”

The journey to his house was, in a word, fraught.

At one point his windscreen wipers were on the fastest setting and he still couldn’t see the road through the rain.

He also couldn’t see the large puddles that formed in the road and a few times he swerved to miss a big one, making Christy yelp and grab hold of him, which he couldn’t deny he enjoyed.

As another tidal wave enveloped the truck, she plastered herself to his side.

“This was the stupidest idea you’ve ever had,” she muttered, and he smiled at the slight tremor of fear in her voice.

“Come on now, darlin’, you can’t know that for sure,” he joked.

“And you can drop the ‘aw, shucks'’ routine, cause I ain’t buying it!” she snapped, then tightened her grip on his arm as a huge rumble of thunder shook the truck.

“We’ll be fine, darlin’, just trust me.”

After a few more minutes of driving in the worst conditions Dean had ever experienced, he saw the turn for the road to his house, and moments later he pulled into the wide driveway and killed the engine. The lights turned off with the engine and plunged them into darkness.

“We’re here,” he said, stomach clenching in anticipation.

He turned to look down at her. She was closer to him than he thought, her berry and cotton candy scent filling his nostrils, driving him wild as her breasts plastered to him.

His need for her and anxiety over showing her his home gave him an idea.

“Uh, it’s a bit of a trek to the house. The ground will be solid mud so I can’t get the truck close enough. Might be best to wait here for a little bit to see if the rain eases off.” He felt her nod next to him, and a little thrill ran through him.

“Yes, at least it’s warm in here,” she replied.

“Exactly. Well, we best get comfortable then if we’re going to be here for a while,” he said, and reached down for the lever to adjust his seat. It slid back and he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, so she straddled his thighs.

“What are you doing?” she asked, placing her hands on his chest to steady herself. He reached up and brushed her damp hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek and stroking his thumb across her soft skin, he heard her breath shudder.

“Giving us what we both want, no matter how much you’re trying to fight it,” he said fiercely.

“Dean, wait,” she said, nibbling her lip and looking away. Resolve filled her eyes when they met his again. “If we do this, it’s just once, purely casual. Only for tonight.”

Their lips were a breath apart, air sawing in and out of them as he processed her words before deciding that having her once was better than not at all.

He nodded and then pulled her down for a brutal kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him.

His tongue pressing in and stroking against hers, passion burning.

The days of hot tension and need boiling up inside him and igniting.

The kiss was electric, they both fought for dominance, teeth banging, tongues stroking.

It wasn’t enough, he would never get enough of her.

He needed her body, needed to be inside her with an intensity that excited and terrified him.

She pressed her damp, t-shirt covered breasts against his chest and rubbed her lower body against his hard cock.

He swallowed her moans and tried to get himself under control, she was in danger of getting him so worked up that this could be over very quickly, again , and he couldn’t have that if it was just one time with her.

He pulled back and looked up at her, the moonlight shining through the clouds, casting a glow around her.

She was a goddess. Plump lips swollen from his kiss, eyes hooded in arousal, cheeks flushed, and chest heaving with her breaths.

She continued to stare down at him, light blue eyes shining with a sly look.

She began a slow roll of her hips, rubbing herself up and down his shaft.

His breath stuttered out of him at the intensity of their eye contact as she moved her body, he gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging in. God, she was killing him.

She worked herself over him, her eyelids dipping.

He gripped her tightly, stopping her and then released her hips.

He ran his hands up her tiny waist, then up over the front of her breasts, her hard nipples abrading his palms, he took a moment to brush the tips with his thumbs.

The action had her eyes fluttering in pleasure and her head lolled back.

He left her breasts to pull her damp t-shirt over her head and drop it in a wet heap on the floor of the truck.

Her bra, which turned out was the same shade as her lipstick, followed her t-shirt.

Dean stared at the heavy weight of her breasts.

Creamy, round, and perfectly tipped with those frozen berry nipples, reaching for him.

He watched entranced as every inhale lifted them closer to him before they dipped away with each exhale, teasing him.

When she couldn’t take anymore she reached out and pulled his head to them, and his tongue flicked out to circle one of the demanding tips.

She cried out and bucked against him as he whipped his tongue back and forth while his other hand reached up to pluck its twin.

She pressed her breast harder into his mouth, and he couldn’t get enough, sucking hard and then licking away the sting.

He pulled back and blew gently over her damp breast, cool air trickling over them, before turning to do the same to its mate.

“Dean, please, I need…” she gasped out, goosebumps covering her chest and arms as he stroked his fingers over the little bumps.

“What do you need, darlin’?” he rasped.

She rubbed herself back and forth in his lap and then reached down between them to stroke him through the denim. He thrust his pelvis up into her hand and sucked her nipple again.

“Inside, I need you inside me,” she gasped, and leaned forward to lick the shell of his ear. “Please,” she breathed into his ear and he shivered.

He’d tortured her enough now. He gave her nipple a final, flat tongue lick then pulled back, working her overalls down her hips.

She lifted her leg, and he managed to get one foot out the shorts and then the other until her overalls joined her bra and t-shirt on the floor.

He ran his eyes over the wide curve of her hips, down to her panties and her rounded, creamy, splayed thighs.

His cock throbbed in his jeans. She was perfect, made just for him.

“Touch me,” she begged.

His eyes went to her face, her lip pulled between her teeth.

He watched her intently as he reached out and stroked over the damp center of her panties.

Her head fell back, and she tried to rub against his hand, but he pulled it away.

Her head shot back up and she pinned him with a sharp stare.

He chuckled and then hooked a finger around the edge of her panties and slid inside her.

She moaned when he added another finger, her hot, tight walls clamping down on him.

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning.

He spread his fingers, stretching her and thrust them in and out faster.

The wet suction filled the truck as her channel greedily swallowed his fingers.

She lifted her hands to cup and play with her breasts as he filled her with a third finger.

He didn’t dare stop her, just wanted to watch as she found her pleasure.

He loved that she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take control, wild with her inhibitions.

“Oh, Dean… fuck ,” she groaned.