She guessed it was the female equivalent of blue balls.
She’d finally gotten to the point where she’d stopped trying, and eventually the need for sexual satisfaction had disappeared all together. But just being in the vicinity of Declan had nerve endings waking up she thought long dead, and already she felt the swollen slickness between her thighs and the painful ache in her breasts. And there would be no relief for it.
“You had your chance,” she finally managed to say. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before you ever touch me again.”
Dec checked the rearview mirror once and then slammed on the brakes, bringing the Jeep to a screeching halt in the middle of the highway. Traffic was light in the middle of the night, and the few cars on the road veered around them with a honk of the horn and the occasional rude gesture.
“What the—” before she could finish the sentence he had her seatbelt unbuckled and pulled her across the gearshift so she straddled his lap. There was no time to struggle or protest. His hand tangled in her hair and the other pressed at her hip. His body was hot and hard beneath her and his arousal pressed insistently against her mound.
She sucked in a sharp breath as his lips rose towards hers, and she knew there was no point in pushing him away. As much as she hated what he’d done to her, and as much as she hated herself for going liquid at his touch, she wanted this. Passion hadn’t existed for her for more years than she cared to remember—not since the last time Declan had touched her.
“Don’t do this, Dec,” she panted even as her hands clutched his shoulders. “You’re just trying to prove a point. It doesn’t mean things will go back to what they once were.”
“Whoever said I wanted things to be what they were?” he said, biting her bottom lip and absorbing her moan with the warmth of his tongue. “We’re two very different people than we were then.”
“Yeah, a traitor and a bastard,” she sneered. “What the hell? Let’s fuck. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“You’re going to piss me off if you keep calling yourself that.”
“I notice you didn’t dispute being called a bastard.” Her laugh was harsh and she bit back at his own lips, tired of the direction the conversation was headed. “So what now? You’ve decided to believe me all of a sudden just so you can get in my pants? I’ve seen more effective pick-up moves.”
“I always believed you.”
“Sell it to somebody else, MacKenzie.”
The low growl that rumbled in his chest tingled against her sensitive breasts, and she felt his anger and frustration as his hand tightened in her hair. He’d always had a thing about her hair—he liked to run his fingers through it and massage her scalp when they made love slow and easy, but he would wrap it around his fist and pull it tight while taking her hard and fast. She’d always liked that edge of pain, though she’d been too innocent and embarrassed at the time to ask him for more.
His mouth covered hers and reality faded. The occasional car speeding by and the blare of horns sounded distant in her ears. There was nothing but the familiar taste of the forbidden and the scent of her own desire. She was starved for him. Desperate to feel his own need powering over her.
He pushed his hips up, so the hard length behind his zipper pressed against the swollen flesh between her thighs, and she held onto his shoulders like a woman starved for touch and writhed against him.
Release was closer than it had been in a long time, and she searched for it. Yearned for it. But it was still just out of reach, and she screamed out in frustration as his erection pressed into her clit.
His hand skimmed up her ribs and wrapped around her breast, his thumb rubbing across the sensitive bud of her nipple. The sensations had gone past pleasure and rode the edge of pain. She knew she’d be feeling the heat for hours—days—and never find the fulfillment she
She’d finally gotten to the point where she’d stopped trying, and eventually the need for sexual satisfaction had disappeared all together. But just being in the vicinity of Declan had nerve endings waking up she thought long dead, and already she felt the swollen slickness between her thighs and the painful ache in her breasts. And there would be no relief for it.
“You had your chance,” she finally managed to say. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before you ever touch me again.”
Dec checked the rearview mirror once and then slammed on the brakes, bringing the Jeep to a screeching halt in the middle of the highway. Traffic was light in the middle of the night, and the few cars on the road veered around them with a honk of the horn and the occasional rude gesture.
“What the—” before she could finish the sentence he had her seatbelt unbuckled and pulled her across the gearshift so she straddled his lap. There was no time to struggle or protest. His hand tangled in her hair and the other pressed at her hip. His body was hot and hard beneath her and his arousal pressed insistently against her mound.
She sucked in a sharp breath as his lips rose towards hers, and she knew there was no point in pushing him away. As much as she hated what he’d done to her, and as much as she hated herself for going liquid at his touch, she wanted this. Passion hadn’t existed for her for more years than she cared to remember—not since the last time Declan had touched her.
“Don’t do this, Dec,” she panted even as her hands clutched his shoulders. “You’re just trying to prove a point. It doesn’t mean things will go back to what they once were.”
“Whoever said I wanted things to be what they were?” he said, biting her bottom lip and absorbing her moan with the warmth of his tongue. “We’re two very different people than we were then.”
“Yeah, a traitor and a bastard,” she sneered. “What the hell? Let’s fuck. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“You’re going to piss me off if you keep calling yourself that.”
“I notice you didn’t dispute being called a bastard.” Her laugh was harsh and she bit back at his own lips, tired of the direction the conversation was headed. “So what now? You’ve decided to believe me all of a sudden just so you can get in my pants? I’ve seen more effective pick-up moves.”
“I always believed you.”
“Sell it to somebody else, MacKenzie.”
The low growl that rumbled in his chest tingled against her sensitive breasts, and she felt his anger and frustration as his hand tightened in her hair. He’d always had a thing about her hair—he liked to run his fingers through it and massage her scalp when they made love slow and easy, but he would wrap it around his fist and pull it tight while taking her hard and fast. She’d always liked that edge of pain, though she’d been too innocent and embarrassed at the time to ask him for more.
His mouth covered hers and reality faded. The occasional car speeding by and the blare of horns sounded distant in her ears. There was nothing but the familiar taste of the forbidden and the scent of her own desire. She was starved for him. Desperate to feel his own need powering over her.
He pushed his hips up, so the hard length behind his zipper pressed against the swollen flesh between her thighs, and she held onto his shoulders like a woman starved for touch and writhed against him.
Release was closer than it had been in a long time, and she searched for it. Yearned for it. But it was still just out of reach, and she screamed out in frustration as his erection pressed into her clit.
His hand skimmed up her ribs and wrapped around her breast, his thumb rubbing across the sensitive bud of her nipple. The sensations had gone past pleasure and rode the edge of pain. She knew she’d be feeling the heat for hours—days—and never find the fulfillment she
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