under his fingers. He couldn’t let go of her though, and he was touching her once again. The way his cock stirred in his pants told him just how much his body missed the feel of her.
He ground his teeth together and closed his eyes on the memory of feeling her tightness surrounding him last night.
Again. God, how he wanted to feel that again.
Angry with himself for giving into the hypnotizing effect she had on him whenever she was near, he pushed her away. Even from that very first night he’d sat on the tailgate of his pickup truck, fighting the urge all night long to kiss her, he knew she would prove to be irresistible. Being this close to her proved just how true that was.
“Derek?” she asked through tears.
He didn’t want to open his eyes and see her. There was no way he would be able to hold back from touching her if he looked into her eyes for one more second.
With a jolt, he quickly opened his eyes at the feel of her hand on his shoulder. The way she was looking at him made his breathing stop. She looked so sweet, despite the tears streaking her cheeks. He could see the innocence that once was there before everything had been ruined.
“Sandi, please don’t touch me.” His voice was soft, quiet, and tortured.
Shaking her head, she reached her hand up to touch his face. “I’m sorry, Derek.”
Her touch. Damn, her touch felt so good.
“Sandi I need you to—” He stopped in midsentence. He needed her to stop, but he didn’t want her to.
“Fuck.” He muttered the word before he took her face in his hands, pulling her to him, crushing her lips against his.
She whimpered for just a moment before she opened her mouth to him. He swept his tongue inside and slid it all around. All these years remembering the taste of her kiss didn’t do the reality of it justice.
He slid his hands down from her face, trailing to finally grasp her bottom. Yanking her body against his, he ground his hips against hers. He was already so hard, and just the feel of the rubbing up to her, even through the clothes, was driving him even more crazy.
Pulling away from the kiss, he fisted her hair in his hand and tugged it back, forcing her head backward. Her neckline looked so invited. The ragged breathing in the room was doing nothing for his control.
He leaned down and lavished tiny kisses on her neck. Soft, teasing kisses. Ones that he knew would make her crazy. She had always loved to have her neck and shoulders kissed. It made her so wet and eager to make love.
Not wanting to wonder if the same were still true, he reached under her skirt and yanked her panties aside.
“Sweet Jesus!” His words came out in a growl of frustration.
She was so wet. Her juices were so hot, he was surprised his fingers weren’t burning. No way was he going to be able to stop. He had to be inside of her.
Releasing her hair and removing his fingers, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He didn’t stop to look into her eyes or be romantic like he’d always tried so many times in the past. His need for her was much more than that now. This was something beyond his control.
Looming over her, he quickly unsnapped his pants, allowing his engorged flesh to spill out from its constraints. While sliding his jeans down his thighs he instructed her, “Take off your panties.”
He watched as she stared at him, wide eyed, yet obeying him. If he wasn’t so damn angry with her, he might have actually snickered at her willingness to give into him so easily. She was so willing, he wondered just how cooperative she would be and what she would do.
With his pants now down around his ankles, he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of each of the legs. Reaching his arms across his stomach, he pulled his shirt over his head.
Her panties joined his clothes in a pile. Despite the intense stare she was giving him, he could still see the lust in her eyes. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Actually, he would almost bet from the moisture