I didn’t move my hands from her hips. Didn’t try to slide under her dress, even though my fingers were burning to, to find the edge of her panties, to see if she was as wet as I thought she was.
I wasn’t dumb. I knew this was fragile. That every second she stayed was a gift.
“Please, Emily.”
Her eyes darkened as she shifted, lifting just enough to find her pace again. Slow at first. A roll of her hips, deliberate, testing. I groaned, my head falling back against the seat, teeth gritted. She did it again. Then again.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “Just like that. Fuck, you feel so good.”
She shivered.
I felt it ripple through her. Her breath came faster, sharper. She was losing herself in it. In the friction, in the forbidden thrill of us, right here in the cab of my truck.
I wanted to touch her so bad it hurt. Wanted my hand between her legs, wanted to feel how slick she was, wanted to work her until she came apart on my fingers.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I let my voice do the work.
“Let go,” I told her. “I want to feel you come. Just like this. On me.”
Her eyes flew open, hazy and dark. “You too,” she breathed.
Fuck.
My hips bucked up involuntarily. She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair, and I did it again. Faster. Matching her rhythm, giving her what she needed, chasing my own release at the same time.
Her movements grew urgent, desperate. I lifted into her with shallow thrusts, the friction almost too much, not enough, perfect and maddening all at once.
Her eyes started to flutter closed.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” I said, my voice rough. “I want to see you.”
She opened them. Locked onto mine.
The look on her face almost undid me. Vulnerable. Needy. Trusting.
My grip tightened on her hips as I thrust up against her, harder now, losing the careful control I’d been holding onto. She met me stroke for stroke, her body moving with mine like we’d done this a thousand times before.
Her breathing turned ragged. Short, sharp gasps that told me she was close. So close.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
She whimpered, her whole body trembling, teetering on the edge.
I could feel my own release building, coiling tight at the base of my spine. I gritted my teeth, fighting it back. Not yet. Not until she?—
Her eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open.
“Cam…”
Her body locked up, every muscle going taut, and then she shattered. A broken cry tore from her throat as she came, her hips jerking against mine, riding wave after wave.
Her gaze stayed locked on mine, hazy and wrecked, letting me see exactly what I was doing to her.
That did it.
“Emily.” I groaned her name like a goddamn prayer, my vision going white as I followed her over, pleasure slamming through me so hard I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only hold on to her as we both fell apart.
