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nervous system. , I wanted an orgasm.
    Now.
    I blew out a frustrated breath then went to tuck my breasts back into my bra. Handling them felt good.
    Really good.
    Curious to see if I could maybe take care of my problem on my own, I tweaked one nipple and shivered. While my touch was nowhere as satisfying as Smoke’s, my body was primed for an orgasm. I gently ran my hands over my sensitive skin, eventually unzipping my jeans to slide my fingers inside. At the first brush of my swollen clit, I moaned softly. Smoke was still outside pacing and still on the phone. I watched him move about, remembering what it felt like when he pounded me into the mattress with a good, hard fuck.
    His scent filled the truck, and I moaned again as I teased the entrance to my body, the tip of my finger nowhere near what I needed. I spread some of my arousal over my clit and began to rub it in slow circles with the tips of two fingers. In my mind, a naked Smoke stretched above me, his intense gaze boring into mine while he slid in deep. My breath trembled and that empty spot in my heart that Smoke filled with his overwhelming presence ached for him.
    I was still lost in my own fantasy world when the door to my side of the truck was jerked open, and I was snatched out before I could tumble to the ground. Smoke ignored my shriek and grabbed a blanket from the backseat before carrying me over his shoulder to the back of the truck. He took the gate down, tossed the blanket onto the bed of the truck, then perched me on the blanket, all while speaking in Spanish to someone on the phone. Judging by his tone, it wasn’t a happy conversation, but he gazed at me with lust and not anger. He wasn’t pleased with whoever he was talking to, and it made his movements somewhat harsher than usual, more dominant.
    I liked that.
    He put his hand over the cellphone and said in a stern, no-bullshit voice, “Take your pants off and play with that sweet pussy for me. Fuck, the thought of being the first to do all these dirty things with you and knowing that I’m gonna be the only man you’ll ever have inside of you, makes me want to give your greedy body every inch of cock it wants, and then some. I own that golden cunt.”
    I moaned loudly, and arched my hips up at him, begging him to touch me as he seduced me with his raw words. I wanted to argue that I belonged only to myself, but that wasn’t true. Smoke owned a piece of me now, not just my libido, but a bit of my heart and soul. I should’ve been freaked out, but I also realized I owned a part of him as well.
    I looked into his dark eyes and studied his face, and found a dizzying amount of desire mixed with rougher, darker emotions. I deliberately made a great production of taking my clothes off, putting everything I’d learned while working at a strip club to good use. My moves were controlled, the dip of a shoulder to draw his gaze to my neck, a slight arch to my back that pushed my butt out.
    His voice faltered for a moment then picked back up as he traced his fingers over my bottom. The tremble in his fingertips as he stroked me made me want to drive him crazy. This man loved me. It was evident in his every caress, his every glance, and his every territorial move. Smoke was one hundred percent alpha male, and his need to assert his dominance over me never failed to turn me on. He put his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me down, then propped my butt up so I had to curve my spine to accommodate his silent demands.
    Remembering what he wanted from me, I spread my legs the slightest bit and slowly ran my fingertip over the wet slit of my sex. Smoke went silent behind me for a long, long moment. When he spoke again, his voice had a rough edge to it that hadn’t been there before. I stared at the bed of the truck with unseeing eyes, my imagination painting vivid pictures of my man standing behind me, trying to concentrate on business while I tempted him with pleasure. The control that I had over