I glanced around the interior of his truck. “You know, everything good that’s happened to me this year started in this pickup.”
“Guess I can never sell it then, can I?” His eyes darted out the windshield and he returned a disappointed look. “If it was colder, we could steam up the windows and say to hell with daylight. But I think we’d scandalize the Sunday morning mall crowd and probably get arrested if we climbed into the back seat right now.”
“Wyatt Baxter, I am shocked.”
“Excuse me?”
“I thought you never backed down from a challenge.”
The wicked gleam in his eyes made me grin. Reaching beneath the seat, he released a latch. A second later, he’d flipped the console up and pushed it into a slot between the front seats. Never taking his eyes from mine, he reached beneath the seat again and produced a sunshade for the windshield. With a few contortions, he shed his jacket and smoothed the top of it across the top of the driver’s side window and closed it in the window. After he shot an expectant glance at my jacket, I took the hint and covered the passenger window in the same way. Then he hit the door locks and slid into the middle of the bench seat.
“Slide your jeans off, babe, and climb onto my lap. I have something special to show you.”
“Something special, huh?” I flirted back even as I unzipped my jeans.
“I promise you’re gonna love it.”
As I pushed my jeans and panties down, I said, “I’m sure I will.”
When I went to climb onto his lap, Wyatt stopped me for a second. “It was dark in my room the last couple of times we were together, so you missed it.” He pushed his jeans and boxers down his thighs and leaned back.
Of course, the first thing to snag my attention was his impressive phallus standing at full attention. “I have never missed this. I mean, I missed the hell out of it over spring break, but even in the dark, I can see it.”
“Piper,” he intoned. “Stop objectifying me for a second and look at what you missed.” He glanced down at a spot on his hip, which is when I saw it.
A stylized “P” decorated the skin inside his right hip bone.
“You remember the first night we were together in this truck? You wanted to see my tats—the private ones.”
“I remember.”
“Now I have a private one that’s only for you. Because you’re the only woman who’s ever going to see it.”
Tracing my fingertip over my initial inked into his beautiful smooth skin, I choked back the emotion that threatened to steal the mood. “When did you get this?”
“Over spring break.”
“But I... ” I swallowed hard. “I shut you out. Why would you put my initial on your body when I’d done that?”
“I love you, Piper. And you love me. A little misunderstanding wasn’t going to blow up our relationship.” Cupping my jaw, he held my gaze, love shining out of his eyes like the sun.
“I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.” Turning my head, I dropped an open-mouthed kiss into his palm. “I don’t deserve you, but I’m never letting you go.”
If anything, the wattage of his smile amped up. “Ditto.”
“Have I mentioned how much I like your tats?” I climbed onto his lap, rubbing my slickness along his length.
“As I recall,” he rasped, “that first night we were together, you found them intriguing.”
“Mmm, I still do.” I fisted his dick, and he sucked in air. “I find everything about you intriguing.” Positioning him at my center, I slowly slid down his length. “At this point that first night, I think you had my breasts in your hands. Possibly in your mouth.” I panted.
He slid his hands beneath the hem of my sweater and pushed it up and off of me. “You weren’t wearing a bra. Did I mention how much I liked that?” In two quick moves, he’d unclasped my bra and pulled it from my body.
When he covered my breasts with his big hands, I had no choice but to ride him. When he covered my nipple with his hot mouth and sucked, I arched and bucked and increased my rhythm.
“That’s it, babe. Ride me. Take what you want.”
He transferred his lips and tongue to my other nipple, the sensations arrowing directly to my clit, making me throb with pleasure. I dug my nails into the solid muscle of his shoulders and rode him harder, faster. Tiny beads of sweat gathered across my shoulders and slid down my spine. At last he let go of my breasts to dig his fingers into the flesh of my hips, holding me where he wanted me as he took over, and I cried out in wonder when he hit my G-spot over and over.
