I arched beneath him as his mouth moved lower. He sucked my flesh into his mouth, using a little teeth before kissing away the sting of pain. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on my skin. Every touch sent sparks of electricity through my body.
I no longer felt the cold or the hard truck bed. There was only him and what he was doing to my body. When he had left the other day, I told myself never again. I told myself I would not let myself fall into lust with him.
But here I was tripping and falling straight into him. And I did not want to stop. I wanted more. I wanted all of it. Consequences be damned.
He reached into his back pocket from where his pants had been haphazardly tossed and pulled out a small foil packet. Even in the dim starlight, I could see what it was.
“Really?” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. “You just walk around with condoms in your pocket? Like you’re perpetually ready to seduce some unsuspecting woman?”
He had the grace to look slightly sheepish. “I prefer to be safe rather than sorry.”
“Uh-huh,” I teased. “And how often are yousorry?”
“Not as often as you might think,” he said, leaning down to nip at my earlobe. “And definitely not with you.”
Before I could ask what he meant by that, his hands were at the waistband of my jeans, and all coherent thought fled my mind. I lifted my hips to help him slide them down, along with my underwear, gasping at the shock of cold air against my bare skin.
“Shit, it’s cold,” I breathed.
“I’ll warm you up,” Kent promised, his voice rough with desire.
He made quick work of his own jeans and boxers, then tore open the condom packet with his teeth. I watched, mesmerized, as he rolled it on, my body already aching for him.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me toward him.
To my surprise, he turned and stretched out on his back. I saw him wince once before he grabbed me and pulled me over his body to straddle his hips.
“Like this?” I asked, confused.
“I’m not putting your bare skin against this cold metal,” he said, his hands settling on my waist. “This way, you stay warm. And your back doesn’t get destroyed.”
The consideration in his voice, the way he was thinking about my comfort even in the heat of passion, made my chest tight with emotion.
“Such a gentleman,” I murmured, positioning myself above him.
“Don’t get used to it,” he said with a grin, but his hands were gentle as they guided me down onto him.
The sensation of him filling me made us both gasp. I had to pause for a moment, adjusting to the feel of him, the angle different from the last time we’d been together.
“God, Sylvie,” he groaned, his head falling back against the truck bed. “You feel incredible.”
I began to move slowly, experimentally, learning what felt good in this position. Kent’s hands roamed my body, caressing my breasts, my hips, my thighs, everywhere he could reach.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “Just like that.”
I found a rhythm that made us both moan, the cold air forgotten as heat built between us. The stars twinkled overhead, silent witnesses to our passion.
Kent’s thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, circling with just the right pressure to make me cry out.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Yes,” I gasped, moving faster now, chasing the pleasure building inside me. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promised, his other hand tangling in my hair to pull me down for a kiss.
The combination of his movements inside me and his thumb working magic on my clit were quickly driving me toward the edge. I could feel my muscles tensing, my breathing becoming ragged.
“Kent, I’m almost there.”
