Page 61 of Russian Rescue

He smirked. “Well, it is our last night together and all. I guess I can stop being a stubborn ass and torturing myself. And you know I love you in red hair the most. You look like Jessica Rabbit over there, and I’m fucking dying.”

I slid a hand down the long, red locks I sported for the evening.

He moved his hand to my leg, brushing his fingers along the skin revealed by my thigh-high slit.

My lips parted before I wedged my painted red lower lip between my teeth while I watched his fingers drift up my thigh. “And how do you think this is going to work? We’re just about to head into a party.”

Wes glanced over his shoulder, then threw the car into gear. We whipped out of our place in line and sped down back the way we came to a side road we’d passed. He skidded the car around the corner and then backed up into a small gravel driveway that led into the woods.

My underwear was soaked by the time he put the car in park.

Wes reached across the car and wrapped his hand behind my head, pulling me against his mouth. I melted into his kiss, surprised by how much I’d missed it. I’d never missed a man before Wes, but now after having three days without his touch, I finally started to understand why some women chose to remain with the same man all their lives. Now I knew no other man could ever do to me what he was doing to me—ignite the fire inside me only he held the matches to.

“This may be the last time we’re together if you really are planning on ditching me after tonight,” he whispered against my lips. “I want to enjoy every single second I can with you.”

I moaned into his mouth as I slid my hand across his face, cupping his square jaw and pulling his lips in deeper.

“You guys okay? Did you pull out of line?” Knox asked into our comms.

We ignored him, our passion igniting so hot it could have set the car on fire. I slid my dress up my thighs, wiggling until it was up around my waist. Then I moved my body across the divide and lowered myself onto Wes’s lap, straddling him as I flipped the lever to tip his seat back.

“Whoa,” he laughed as he flew backward and laid out flat.

“What’s going on?” Knox asked again. “You guys there? Everything okay? I’m not hearing anything on my end.”

I groaned and flipped my comms on. “We just needed to pull out and have a chat quick. Need a second,” I panted out on heavy breaths.

“Uh, oh. Okay,” Knox said, his tone indicating I hadn’t exactly been as stealth as I’d intended.

“Back shortly,” I said quickly before flipping off my comms again.

My fingers went to work on Wes’s pants while he kissed me so hard I knew my lips would be swollen. But I didn’t care. All I cared about was feeling him inside me again. Being with him. Connecting with him.

His cock emerged from his pants, and I gripped it in my hand. His guttural moan vibrated against my lips as he slid his hands across my face and pulled me back against his lips.

“Fuck, Piper,” he whispered. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Now shut up and fuck me,” I growled back.

Wes’s eyes popped open, and desire burned so hot in his stare I felt my skin burning everywhere it roved. He reached under my dress and pulled my underwear aside, then grabbed my hips and lifted me with ease, pulling me down onto his cock. We both moaned when our bodies connected again, and I threw my head back as I slid down the length of him.

I’d never known pleasure like Wes could bring me. The sheer bliss I felt when I was with him was unlike anything I could have imagined. It felt transcendent when our bodies were connected. I lost myself on top of him, releasing all the emotions I kept bottled up so tight inside myself. For just a few minutes, I let myself go while I moved against his body, my pleasure rising with each thrust. He cupped my breasts while I rode him hard, the windows fogging from our heavy breathing as he guided my hips to speed up.

“I’m going to come,” I breathed, barely able to get the words out.

His grip on my breasts tightened as his body stiffened while I rode the waves of pleasure coursing from the tip of my head straight out my toes. When I felt the last of the surges wash over me, I fell forward against his chest.

“Oh my God,” he whispered as he wrapped me up tight against him. “Why did I refuse to do that with you? What an idiot.”

I laughed against his neck as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “No idea. You are an idiot.”

“I don’t care if you ever admit anything, Piper. I’m going to wait for you. You can come and use me anytime you want. I’ll never turn you down, and I’ll never find another woman like you, so you can rest assured I’ll be ready and willing to do this any time you want.”

My heart clenched at his words. “Seriously? You truly plan on never marrying or anything just so I can come by sometimes and screw your brains out?”

“I’ll never love another woman, so yeah. I’ll take whatever I can get from you. I’m done playing hardball, Piper. I’m yours; however the hell you want me. Once a year? Once a decade? Doesn’t matter. I’ll be there waiting. I love you, Piper. Always.”

Those words that had been tickling my tongue started to form again, but I swallowed them back down.