Tits. Desire beat a wild tattoo through her. She slid her hands under the waistband of his jeans, gripping his ass, and squeezing. He sucked in a breath, his mouth lowering to her breasts. The moment his tongue hit her nipple, her body jerked.

“So fucking sexy.” Pulling her into the wet, heat of his mouth, his tongue flicked and swirled.

Sensation spiraled through her, flooding her body with a pleasure she’d never experienced before. Her hips pressed up hard into him, and she ground herself against his hot, thick erection.

“Like that a lot, princess.”

His deep voice pulled her out of the haze, making her keenly aware of herself. She was humping him. In the backseat of a car. In a crowded parking lot of a drive-in movie theater in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

The windows had steamed over, and the scents of leather and Brodie and sex drove her out of her mind.

She brought her hand around to the front of his jeans, desperate to touch him. When she gripped his hard length, he groaned.

“Harder, princess. Don’t go easy on me.”

She rubbed her palm on him, and God, she needed so much more. “I can’t…” Frustration had her on edge. “I need…”

“I know what you need.” Batting her hand away, he unzipped her jeans and reached under the elastic of her knickers. His finger parted her curls and tenderly traced her slick folds. “So wet.”

“For you, Brodie.” She’d never felt like this, like her blood had turned molten, like she was nothing more than a churning pool of desire and need. “Only for you.”

And then he brushed over her sensitive nub, and electricity arced through her, making her cry out. His hand went between her legs, caressing, gliding in her slick heat, and she couldn’t stand it. The unbearable anticipation, her body’s inexorable need to burst. “Brodie.”

“You keep saying my name like that, and I’m gonna have to fuck you right here.”

“No. Not yet. First, I want you in my mouth.” She felt greedy for him. All of him.

He went rigid, his hand faltering. And then his mouth came over hers, and he was kissing her again, like the world was on fire, and he had to take what he could get before they went up in flames. He jerked her jeans down over her hips, spread her thighs, and then his mouth went between her legs.

Bliss burst inside her. Her bottom rose off the seat, as her fingers gripped his hair, pulling hard. “God, Brodie.”