God, I wanted her badly.

I wanted to shove all my tools off the cedar bar top and take her right then and there. To christen it in our names, with our passion.

But I held back. I wanted her to be more than a quick fuck. I wanted more than a one night stand.

I wanted her. For a long time. As my partner, my love, maybe even my wife.

I couldn’t tell her that, she was a flighty woman who would run at the smallest hint of my desire to possess her. I had to take it slow for her, ease her into the idea that she would belong to me or else risk losing her for good.

But my god, I wanted her badly. She made every nerve ending light up with electric current, desire and lust sparked along my limbs, heightening my senses and making my attraction almost animalistic.

It was like breathing, something I didn’t control. I might hold my breath, but my body would fight for air. I could pretend I didn’t want Kitty as my woman, but my heart would demand I take action eventually.

It was breathing, my heart inhaling her like my lungs inhaling oxygen.

There was no denying it, and eventually I would have her.

I was a patient man, I could take my time.

But my god, it fucking hurt. It hurt to break apart our kiss, cup her face in my hands and tell her, “We should go for dinner.”

She blinked slowly as it dawned on her, my mouth was off hers and I was standing with enough distance between us that I wasn’t tempted to rub my aching cock against her.

“Dinner,” she replied woodenly, looking me up and down. “Yes, dinner. We need it. Let’s go.”

“I made reservations at a fancy little food truck a little off the beaten path,” I told her. “If we don’t make it, we’ll have to wait.”

She raised a single eyebrow. “A food truck? Fancy?”

I chuckled. “You found me out. Okay, it’s a food truck, no reservations needed but I hear if you don’t get there by ten they run out of salsa.”

“Mexican? I’m in,” she replied with a grin as she caught on that I’d just applied the brakes to our hot and heavy make out session.

I took her hand and we slipped out the employee’s entrance to the club, through the back and down a long hallway. I used my pass to the underground parking garage and took a flight of stairs down to where my old beat up truck would be waiting.

Her hand in mine was hot, burning where our bodies touched, our mutual desires flowing from my body to hers and back again.

I wondered if she could feel the humming sensation of sexual interest like I could. One glance at her fiery eyes and I knew she did.

I stopped next to my truck and she laughed. “I forgot you drove this thing.”

“Will it be a problem for you, princess?”

“No, I just took you for a big loud Harley bike, you know?”

“I had one, but I’m trying out big loud old pick up trucks on for size these days.”

“Any reason why?”

“Plenty of reasons.”

“You gonna tell me?”

“I will,” I replied and opened the door for her. “Eventually. I’ll tell you everything, I promise.”

“That sounds intriguing.”

“Not as intriguing as you,” I said, winked and shut the door to walk around to my side.

And I had to give it to her, she rode in my bumpy, rusted old truck like royalty in her expensive boots and beautiful dress. She laughed at my stupid jokes and she even seemed to relax a little when I reached for her hand at the food truck.

We ordered our food and I raised my brows at the large burrito with extra guac and sour cream.

“A woman after my heart,” I said as we sat down at a table in the parking lot near the food truck.

“Why’s that?”

“You like to eat. I like that.”

“Ahhh, you mean I’m not one of those shrinking violets who pretends she lives on air and then pigs out the minute she gets home.”

She laughed and tore into her burrito the moment she opened the wrapper.

“Exactly. You know if a woman isn’t too shy to eat in front of you then she’s not going to be too shy to really let go when you’re eating her.”

She swallowed hard and looked at me with a curious hunger on her face. And it wasn’t just the burrito.

Her hunger sparked something in me and like that I was achingly hard again, rock fucking hard for her. My god, she was perfect and I wanted her so badly I couldn’t catch my breath.

It had started out as a half serious light hearted joke, but the moment I saw that hunger in her eyes, my words became deadly real.

I wanted to taste her, not her mouth, but her body.

I craved her.

Fuck the food truck tacos, I needed her.

“Should we pack this up to go?” I asked, indicating our orders.

“Uh, sure,” she replied and took a long draw on her beer, washing whatever food she had in her mouth down.

She finished up as I packed for us and we practically ran back to my pickup, her hand in mine, and only one thing on our minds.

We were going to take it all the way tonight.

I was going to have her any way I could.

We got in and I realized the truck was in the darkest corner of the parking lot, well away from everyone gathered around the street food. The sounds of mariachi guitars and people laughing floated across the distance to us, and I couldn’t help myself.

I set the bags of Mexican on the dash board and leaned across the seat to her, kissed her, tasted the beer on her lips, and dropped my hands to her lap.

Her dress eased up to her hips like it was a living entity determined to expose her sweet cunt to me. I kissed her hard, hooked my thumb on her panties and dragged them down. She shifted and adjusted her body to accommodate my burning desire.

When her pussy was open to me, I dipped low and explored her at last.

She was shaved, her skin silky smooth and hot to the touch. I ran my tongue along her thigh to the plain of her hip, to the curve of her cunt, to her dripping slit.

And at last, I tasted my sweet girl, my kitten.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. “Hatch…god…what are you doing?”

I slid my tongue along her cleft, drinking her in, and paused to look up and said, “I’m taking what’s mine. I’m testing my theory, kitten. Let go, let me eat your pussy and make you feel so damned good you can’t help but say my name.”

“I guess dinner is served,” she said with a sly grin, leaned back and spread her thighs wide for me.

I dove in, my mouth sucking her cunt, my tongue probing her clit, and my fingers fucking her tight, sopping wet heat until I got exactly what I wanted.

Just outside the light of the food truck, I ate her pussy until the only thing she could do was sob my name over and over and hang onto my hair like I was the only thing saving her life.

And in a way, she was saving mine.

Finding my kitten was the best thing that had happened to me since getting out of prison, and claiming her as my woman was going to keep me grounded and make my life whole again.

I just had to keep myself from going insane until I could finally drain my balls deep inside of her, filling her with my seed and marking my territory at last.