Twisted Up by Lissa Matthews Page B

been sure she’d come along. Yet, she’d said yes.
    It was wet and hot between her thighs, even through his jeans, and his cock was insistent that it be let out of his confinement and into the tightness he knew awaited him inside her. He tried to break the kiss so he could make his way down to her breasts, her belly, her pussy, but she wouldn’t let him go, wriggling under him, as she tightened her hold and deepened her kiss.
    Not that he really minded. He would happily stay right where he was for the next three days, but if he didn’t at least let his dick out and start fucking her…
    He worked his hands down under his body as best he could and lifted slightly, enough that he could work at his jeans. The backs of his fingers brushed against her heat and he let her know with a groan how much he liked it.
    Pulling back to take a breath, he wondered if the look on his face matched the hunger on hers. It had to. His brain was going a mile a minute with only one thought—fuck her now. Fuck her now. Fuck. Her. Now. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t sexy by romance standards. It wasn’t even erotic. No, it was pure animal need thrumming through his blood. He didn’t need slow, and judging by the insistent humping she was doing, she wasn’t looking for slow either.
    Her next words confirmed it.
    “Hurry, Justin.”
    “Hurryin’, minx.” And his fingers fumbled with the button fly of the fresh jeans he’d put on before they left the rest stop. It was his usual choice, but damn if he wasn’t considering all zippers from now on.
    “I’m too old to be any kind of minx,” she grumped, arching her back and pushing her chest into his.
    He sat back on his knees, his fingers protesting the loss of her heat, but they were able to pop the buttons on his jeans much faster. His cock popped out through the opening at the same time she was able to get her bra off. Naked. The woman was naked, and though he’d seen her partially naked at her apartment and in the bed of the truck, it wasn’t the same.
    He reached over and switched on the lamp, bathing the loft in a soft glow. She blinked rapidly at him until her eyes adjusted to the small change in light. Her color heightened.
    “Hi,” she said quietly.
    “Hi, baby.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re not too old to be anything,” he whispered before leaning over again and opening the drawer in the nightstand. The two boxes of condoms he’d purchased before heading to Alabama were opened and ready for use, and he pulled a strip out. “Least of all my minx.”
    She took it from him and tore one foil packet away from the rest. “Here, let me.” She ripped it open, took the condom out, and before he could settle against her thighs good again, she had the rubber rolled over his cock and was stroking him in long, slow motions, squeezing tightly as she got to the base and closing the ring of her thumb and forefinger as she got to the extra-sensitive tip.
    Justin tried not to thrust his hips, tried not to hurry the pleasure her hand was bringing him, but soon he wasn’t going to be able to hold back. She altered the pressure of her hand, loosening her hold on him to a near feather-light touch. It wasn’t enough. She was teasing him, and when he thought to warn her about it, she gripped the shaft in her fist again. Sweat broke out on his brow and his breathing picked up. He curled his fingers into his palms against his thighs to keep from brushing hers away and angled down so he could plunge deep inside her.
    It was when she brought her other hand up between his legs and cupped his balls in her palm that he did lose his tenuous hold on control. “Ella… ” Her name was barely out of his mouth before his hands wrapped around her wrists and pinned them to the bed. He lowered himself to her opening and pushed inside. “Ella,” he said again, this time as a whispered, thankful prayer that she was there with him.
    Then he fucked her.
    It lacked grace and