The kiss started gentle, but within seconds it had transformed into something desperate and consuming. Kent’s hands tangled in my hair as I pressed closer to him, our bodies generating heat despite the cold December air surrounding us.
“Sylvie,” he breathed against my lips.
I pulled back just enough to look at him, taking in his face in the starlight. His eyes were dark with want, his breathing ragged. “What?” I whispered.
“Are you sure about this? Here?”
I glanced around at the secluded clearing, the towering trees that surrounded us like a natural wall and the blanket of stars overhead. It was private, romantic, and absolutely perfect.
“I’m sure,” I said, reaching for the hem of his sweater. “Are you?”
His answer came in the form of another searing kiss as he helped me pull the sweater over his head. The cold air hit his bare chest, but he didn’t seem to care. His hands were already working at the zipper of my jacket.
“Wait,” I said suddenly, a thought occurring to me. “Promise me you’ll never tell Brom we did this in his truck.”
Kent paused, his hands stilling on my jacket. “What?”
“My brother. This is his truck. Promise me you won’t tell him we had sex in the bed of his pickup.”
A slow, wicked grin spread across Kent’s face. “Your secret is safe with me, sweetheart. I have no desire to get murdered by your protective big brother.”
“Good,” I said, pulling him back down for another kiss.
We fumbled with each other’s clothes, laughing softly when zippers got stuck or sleeves got tangled. The cold metal of the truck bed should have been uncomfortable, but I was too focused on Kent’s hands on my skin to care about anything else.
When he had stripped off my jacket and was working on the buttons of my blouse, I suddenly became aware of how exposed we were.
“What if a bear comes by?” I asked.
“He can watch but he can’t join in,” he assured me, pressing kisses along my collarbone. “I’m not sharing you with man or beast.”
“Have you ever seen a bear?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Nope, but I’m guessing getting hollered at by a naked dude with a hard-on might be enough to scare him off. It would work on me, anyway.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I guess we’ll find out.”
“If it takes me, you hop in the truck and drive like hell,” he said in a husky voice. “Tell the world I died like a legend.”
“My hero.”
His mouth found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. I gasped, arching against him.
“I know,” he murmured against my skin. “Less bear talk. More kissing.”
I lost myself in the sensation of his lips moving against mine, the way his tongue swept into my mouth with a confidence that made my toes curl inside my boots. His hands were everywhere,threading through my hair, skimming down my sides, pulling me closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between us.
The man acted like he was starving. I tasted the desperation and matched it with my own.
The metal of the truck bed was cold against my back as he laid me down, but his body above me was warm and solid. When he pulled back to look at me, his eyes were dark with desire in the starlight.
“As pretty as this place is, you’re the most beautiful thing out here,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I reached up to touch his face, loving the way his stubble felt rough against my palm. “Then don’t stop,” I said softly.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. His mouth found mine again. His hands massaged my breasts under my sweater. His thumb rubbed hard against my nipple.
“God, Sylvie,” he breathed against my throat, his lips trailing down to the hollow at the base of my neck. “You make me crazy.”
