Free Book Boyfriend (Someday #5) by Melanie Shawn Page A

“Hell yes. I reached that conclusion ten minutes ago.”
    Her half smile blossomed into a full-blown grin. “Well, I suggest we collect our reward, then.”
    We hurried back to the truck, and I opened her door and gave her a boost to help her swing into the high seat. Then I rushed around to my side and got in. I turned to her and found her smiling at me affectionately.
    “Hi,” she said simply. Her voice was high and sweet, and it made me want to hold her for the rest of our lives.
    “Hi,” I answered. Then I brushed my thumb against her cheek.
    She closed her eyes and pressed into my hand. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing coming faster. And, with that small amount of contact and the tiniest of evidence that she was getting turned on, my cock grew to the point that it was almost painful against my jeans.
    Even through the pain, though, waves of intensity and pleasure flowed through me. I wanted nothing more than to set my dick free and feel Michelle touch it. Everything in me yearned to touch her everywhere and have her touch me the same way.
    I trailed my hands down her body until my arms were firmly circling her waist. Then I pulled her forward. Her eyes popped open, wide with delight at the forceful action.
    “Wow,” she said. “You don’t mess around. I like it.”
    Her seductive, low rasping shot straight through me and drew a low moan from deep in my throat. She leaned forward and started kissing my neck. It was warm and soft, but at the same time insistent. God, if I had thought her lips felt like heaven when I kissed them, I was totally unprepared for the amazing way they felt when she started kissing other parts of my body. It sent me into the stratosphere.
    I relaxed back against the seat and lost myself in the sensation of her lips and her tongue on my skin for as long as I could possibly stand it. Finally, though, I had had enough. I couldn’t take it one minute longer. I had to touch her, had to claim her. I had to let her know that she was mine.
    I sat up, pushing her back into the seat and wrapping my arm around her. I pressed my mouth on to hers and began to kiss her passionately. The intensity grew second by second as she responded, clinging to me and returning my kisses with even more desperate ones of her own.
    Her head fell back as she gasped, “Oh, God! Oh, Sebastian! It feels so good. How does it feel so good? How is it possible? When you touch me, when you kiss me… It’s like…inhuman. It’s insane.”
    Her words sent desire rocketing through every inch of my muscles. As she rambled on almost incoherently, in ecstasy, I trailed kisses down her neck and her chest and slid my hands underneath her T-shirt. When they reached her breasts, I began playing with her nipples, which were already hard. Then her flow of words turned into incomprehensible gasps, grunts, and moans. It was like her brain couldn’t even form complete thoughts.
    I knew the feeling.
    I lowered my head to her breasts, mindful that we weren’t in our own private space—even though we had started to steam up the windows quite a bit. I made sure I kept her T-shirt down enough so that no one would be able to see anything or tell what was going on if they walked by.
    For an extra precaution, I slipped my hand behind her butt and scooted her hips forward so that she was angled below the window line. Not only did I want to protect her privacy and her dignity, but fuck me if I was going to let some random stranger lay eyes on my girl. She was mine and only mine.
    I covered first one breast and then the other with my mouth, swirling my tongue over her sweet nipples, always using my fingers to play with whichever of her breasts wasn’t getting attention from my mouth. Hey, I didn’t want either of them to feel left out!
    Her shivers and moans grew more and more frequent and intense until finally she fisted my hair in her hands and violently arched her back. Her entire body convulsed, and she cried in a strangled voice,