“Tank.” She’s out of breath, her fingers caught in my flannel, urging me closer, even though there’s no space left between us. “We’re in public.”
“Don’t care.”
“Someone’s going to see?—”
“Let them.”
I kiss her again, harder, and she arches into me with a gasp that shoots straight to my cock. Her hips press against mine, grinding, and she can feel exactly what she's doing to me. The evidence is impossible to miss. I’m so hard it borders on painful, straining against my jeans like a goddamn teenager.
A movement catches my eye. Mabel Hutchins is walking down the opposite sidewalk, a shopping bag over her arm.
She sees us.
Instead of the scandalized gasp I expect, Mabel’s smile is slow and knowing. She raises a hand in a wave before continuing on her way, disappearing around the corner as if she didn’t just catch the town hermit mauling a woman against his F-150.
Jessie laughs against my shoulder, her entire body shaking with it. “That’s going to be all over town by dinner.”
“Probably.” I can’t bring myself to care. Not when she’s pressed against me like this, warm and willing andmine.“We need to go somewhere more private. Now.”
She laughs, incredulous. “Tank, I’ve been wanting this since the auction. Get in the damn truck.”
The old logging road is two miles outside of town—a dirt track winding up into the pines. I used to come here when my thoughts got too loud, when the cabin walls closed in. It’s secluded. Private. Perfect.
Jessie’s hand rests on my thigh the entire drive, her fingers tracing patterns through the denim that make it hard toconcentrate on the road. She inches higher with each curve, her pinky brushing against my cock through my jeans, nearly causing me to drive us into a ditch.
Christ.This woman is going to kill me.
By the time I pull into the small clearing, I’m so hard it hurts. I kill the engine, and silence rushes in, leaving just the tick of the cooling motor and the distant call of birds.
“So.” Jessie’s voice is husky. “This is your secret spot?”
“One of them.”
“It’s beautiful.” She gazes out the windshield at the view of the mountains rising in the distance.
The wintry afternoon light filters through the pines, and the quiet settles into my bones.
Golden light highlights the red in her hair. The flush on her cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest still linger from our kiss against the truck.
Mine,something primal whispers.She’s mine.
“Jessie.”
She turns, and whatever she sees in my face makes her breath catch. “Yeah?”
Her pupils are wide, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed.
She looks like a woman who wants to be devoured.
Good. Because I’m starving.
“Get over here.”
She moves—or tries to. The center console is in the way, and for a moment, we’re both fumbling. Her knee catches the gear shift, and my elbow knocks against the window.
She’s laughing as she tries to climb over. “This isn’t as sexy as it looked in my head.”
“Hang on.” I reach down and yank the seat release, sliding it back as far as it goes. It isn’t far enough for my frame, but it’s something. “Try now.”
