He looks down at where we touch and keeps his gaze there for several seconds. When he meets my eyes, I have all the confirmation I need. “There is.”
“Let me guess, it involves a woman?” I flash him a grin, hoping to keep the mood light.
“Doesn’t it always?” He rewards me with his own small smile.
“Usually, yes. Or someone of the opposite sex, as I’ve come to learn. Being a bartender is the equivalent of an unpaid therapist, so I’m used to being an ear to bend when someone is going through something deep.”
“It’s a heavy conversation,” he finally states, his voice low and his words raw.
“And when you’re ready to share it, I’ll listen. And not just because I’m a bartender. Because I want to know you.”
His blue eyes are stormy as he watches me. “I want to know you also, and I get that means I need to share my past too.” He swallows hard but doesn’t look away. “I just don’t talk about it. It’s hard.”
I release my seat belt and climb over the console of his truck. It’s not easy, considering his size and the steering wheel, but I manage. My leg is wedged between his and the door and the steering wheel is lodged in my back, but at the same time, it’s the most comfortable spot in the world.
Because I’m straddling him.
His hands slide around my hips and rest on my lower back. “I’ll be here when you’re ready. I don’t know where this thing will go between us, but I’m enjoying my time with you. When you’re ready to tell me about what causes that pain in your eyes, I’ll listen. Without judgment.” Cupping his cheek, I feel him relax beneath my touch. “But I make no promises on the bitch that hurt you. I’ll definitely judge her. Maybe even throw hands.”
He snorts out a laugh and pulls me hard against his chest. “You could definitely take her.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I revel in the feel of his hard body pressed firmly against mine. “Oh, I know I could. I’m scrappy as hell.”
His bark of laughter fills the cab and my soul. I love it when he laughs, mostly because I know they’re more meaningful, since he doesn’t do it often. “I don’t doubt it.” He presses his lips tomine in a gentle, chaste kiss. “What do you say we go inside so I can get ready?”
“That sounds really good,” I reply, rocking my hips and feeling him grow hard.
He grunts, trying to shift his position to alleviate the discomfort of his sudden erection. “I was talking about my shower and change of clothes.”
I slide my core against his length, watching as his eyes dilate and fill with desire. “Me too. I thought I’d help.”
“I’ll never turn down an offer like that,” he replies gruffly.
“Then what are we doing in your truck, talking?”
Suddenly, we’re moving.
Or, at least I am.
Just as I climb out of the truck cab and he goes to follow, we realize the issue. His seat belt is still on, and he’s sort of dangling from the truck. I can’t help but laugh as he scrambles to release the belt and shut the door. The moment he stands before me, all fits of laughter die on my lips. He looks…intense. Turned on. And ready to pounce.
“You laughing at me?” he asks, the only indication he’s playing is the slight tick of his lip.
“No, of course not,” I insist, fighting my smile.
His response is to scoop me up and throw me over his shoulder. It happens so fast, I don’t see it coming. One second I’m standing here, and the next I’m staring at his ass and being carried to his house like he just rescued me from a burning building. “Collin!” I holler as he takes his back steps in one huge leap.
Without setting me down, he unlocks the door and carts me inside. There’s no tour, no formalities. Just a man desperate to get inside a woman. And, likewise, I’m all for it. I crave his touch, hunger to feel him moving inside me. I need it more than air, more than anything.
When we reach the living room, he finally lowers me to the floor. The moment my feet are planted, he threads his hands into my hair and kisses me. He kisses me like a man possessed by the very desire I evoked within him. Our clothes are flying until we both stand naked. Then, he reaches into his wallet and retrieves the last condom, quickly covering his erection.
The second it’s in place, we move. He falls onto the couch, taking me with him. I’m straddling his legs, just like I was in the truck. Only this time, with far fewer clothes in the way. “I want to watch you ride me,” he states.
I lift up onto my knees, and the second I feel his erection at my entrance, I slowly sit back down. Our joint moans of pleasure fill the room. There’s no time for sweetness or for making sure I adjust to the invasion. When I’m seated completely on him, I lift back up and fall more rapidly. Our bodies lead. They do all the talking. I rock my hips, grinding against him, as he fills me hard and fast. It takes no time for my orgasm to build, and when I fall, he’s right there with me, catching me as we go over the edge together.
It's magic.
Perfect.
