“No.”
It’s the right answer. My little ball of fucking hellfire lifts one of her legs to the back of the seat and drops the other. It’s a tight-as-hell fit with the both of us back here, considering I’m no small man, but she doesn’t seem to care. Her ass lifts and then sways, wiggling like she just can’t help herself.
“Do you want to?”
I lower a hand to her boot and slowly ease it off. The second comes next, joining it on the floor.
“You offering?”
“Don’t be coy. You knew what was going to happen the moment you got into this truck with me. Yeah, I’m offering, Rowe. It’s about fucking time.”
My chuckle cuts through the tension surrounding us. Tilly grins crookedly and unbuttons her shorts. I work on my buckle and then copy her movements. She wiggles her shorts down her hips and to her knees before I take over, curling my fingers into the band and giving them a firm tug.
“Are you sure you want it here? I could have you anywhere, Tilly. Name it and I’ll make it happen.”
She rolls her head along the leather seat. “No. This . . . this is right. I want you here. Just like this.”
“Like teenagers too horny to make it home.”
“It’s fitting, isn’t it?”
“If you want to travel back in time, that’s where we’ll go,” I say, unhooking her shorts from her ankles and dropping them over her boots. “We could get caught doing this here.”
Her pupils grow. “Are you trying to turn me on?”
“Fuck,” I mutter, shaking my head in disbelief.
With my knee braced on the seat, I hook my arm beneath her back and lift, adjusting us both. She comes easily, her spine rounding as I shift her to sit on my thighs. The soft weight of her feels better than anything I’ve experienced in my lifetime. It’s hard to trump the press of her lips on mine, though. Fucking impossible.
She brings her hands to my neck, stroking up the sides of it before sliding to the back. Short, round fingernails scrape across my scalp while she leans forward and drops her forehead, pressing it to mine.
“I don’t know what we’re doing here, Rowe. Whatever it is scares me, though,” she reveals, her voice softer than I’ve heard it in decades.
“You don’t get scared.”
“I do. I’ve been afraid of plenty in my life, but nothing comes close to the fear of losing you again.”
The rare vulnerability strikes deep, with perfect precision. I grit my teeth to keep a string of blubbering bullshit trapped and take her chin between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her refocus on me. She blinks, cheeks and chest flushed.
I pull her closer, our lips ghosting together. “I’m here.”
“For how long?”
“Until you tell me to go.”
Her exhale fans my mouth before I’m kissing her. I taste the beer and popcorn she had earlier and cup the back of her head, keeping her trapped in place. Her fingers twitch against my face as she pushes forward, craning my head back with a roughness that makes my cock ache. My hat lifts at the front from the weird angle, and I don’t hesitate to take it off and set it on her head.
“I won the comp, hellcat. This hat is yours now.”
“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy, right?” she purrs, the cliché never sounding better.
I feel her teeth sink into my lip and groan at the pain, swatting at her bare ass. The scrap of fabric between her cheeks isn’t in my way for long. I tug it free and pull until it snaps, the gusset falling away from her pussy.
Tilly releases my lip and opens her eyes, staring into mine while I bring my hand between her legs. Slick, hot skin meets my fingertip as I glide it through her pussy and sink it inside. She sucks in a breath and sinks down over my lap, making more room for me.
“I don’t have a condom,” I grunt lowly, already adding a second finger.
“You don’t need one. I’ve got an IUD.”
