He swallowed her needy moan greedily, and he plundered her mouth with a dominance that turned Mara inside out. Helpless to do anything else, she wound her arms around his neck, threading her hands into his coarse hair, luxuriating in the feel of Jared taking her over completely. He demanded. She gave. He tilted her head, grasping her hair to position her head, demanding better access to her mouth. His tongue surged through her lips and into her mouth, his teeth taking small nips at her bottom lip between the bold thrusts. Strong hands moved down her back with brazen, possessive strokes that finally landed covetously on her ass as he cupped it like it belonged to him. He wasn’t gentle as he yanked her forward, bringing her core as close as it could get to his engorged cock with their clothes on.
His embrace was bold and volatile, and she responded to his wildness with an equally frantic need all her own. Yearning. Tasting. Touching. All things that she had wanted to do to Jared Sinclair in her fantasies.
For a few moments, Mara let herself go, forgetting everyone and everything as she submerged herself in the feel of Jared’s mouth and hard body claiming her. In the back of her mind, she knew there were probably other vendors at the market watching curiously, but Jared’s body was blocking her from anyone’s view, all of the other stands now behind him.
Her body nearly imploded as he squeezed the cheeks of her ass, released her mouth, and his tongue starting exploring the sensitive skin of her neck. His ragged breathing, the feel of the warm puffs of air he was expelling against her flesh, nearly making her come undone.
“Jared. We have to stop,” she panted with very little conviction. Her hands were raking over his scalp, fisting his hair and pulling his mouth against her neck for more even as she said the words. “People will talk.”
“Let them,” Jared rasped against her heated skin. “I don’t give a shit. As long as they can’t see you I don’t care. I want them to know you’re fucking mine, Mara.”
Mara tilted her head back and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Oh, God. Jared. Please.” The fact that he was temporarily staking his claim just made her even hotter, more desperate.
Her mind whirled as she tried to comprehend the fact that Jared really did want her. His passionate touch, the hard erection between his legs, and the seriously ravenous look in his eyes told her that he was doing more than just teasing her. She wanted more . . . and that need was mutual.
He nipped at her earlobe, and then soothed it with his tongue. “What do you want? Do you want to feel my cock inside you? Do you want me as much as I want to be buried as deep as fucking possible inside you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, tightened her legs around him so she could feel his length. “Please.”
“Jesus, I love to hear you beg. Do you know what it does to me when you respond to me like this, to know that you want me as much as I want you?” His hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass tightly, possessively. “All I want right now is to lay you down in the bed of this truck, strip off those shorts, and bury my face between your legs, Mara. I need to taste you. All of you. Your taste would be so addictive that I’d keep licking that sweet * long after you’d already come screaming my name more than once.”
Mara’s already-pebbled nipples grew impossibly harder as they abraded against his chest. Sweet baby Jesus, she was ready to come just from listening to him talk, feeling his body and mouth taking control of her. “Jared,” she whimpered, her entire body hot, tight, and needy. She let go of her death grip on his hair and let her hands explore his body. Cursing the material of his soft shirt, she molded her hands over his muscular back and strong biceps, squirming against him as she encountered a body that was completely ripped. “I want to feel your skin,” she breathed softly, her voice vibrating with raw passion.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to feel all of me if you don’t stop rubbing that hot * against my cock,” he warned ominously, finally ceasing his exploration of her skin to lean his forehead against her shoulder. “Fuck. The market must have opened.” His chest was heaving, but he moved his hands from her ass to her hips.
Panting, Mara slowly came to her senses as she heard the volume of voices in the field increasing steadily, many headed directly toward them. “It’s open.” She dropped her legs from around his waist.
Mara caught a glimpse of Jared’s face as he straightened reluctantly. He looked as ravaged and tense as she felt. She could sense the effort it was taking for him to back off, his whole body tight under her fingers as he backed away. He took a deep breath, and then released it, one of the muscles in his jaw pulsating as he looked at her darkly. “It’s closed now for you. I’m buying out your stock, and you’re spending the day with me.”
She knew she should argue, but it would be pointless for her to do that. “I can’t keep you from buying everything,” she told him with more calm than she was feeling at the moment. Placing her trembling hands on her thighs, she met his flaming gaze with one of her own. “And I’ll only spend the day with you if you actually ask me.” His dominant personality might heat her blood, but she wasn’t letting him get away with bossing her around. Telling her how she was going to spend her day was way too high-handed.
“I did ask you,” he argued in a husky voice.