She clambers over the console until she’s straddling my lap, her knees bracketing my hips, and I stop caring about logistics.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“Hi yourself.”
This time, I kiss her slowly, savoring her soft mouth. My hands find her hips, then her waist, sliding under the hem of the flannel she’s still wearing. Her skin is warm and smooth, and she shivers when I drag my fingers up her spine.
“Your hands are cold,” she murmurs against my mouth.
“Warm them up then.”
I pull the flannel over her head, her bra coming off with it. Suddenly, she’s bare from the waist up, and my brain goes completely offline.
Creamy skin. Pink nipples already peaked. Freckles scattered across her chest like stars I want to map with my tongue.
“God.” I trail kisses down her throat, pausing to suck her pulse point. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Smudge.”
She pulls back slightly, breathless. “You keep calling me that.” A gasp when I scrape my teeth over her collarbone. “Is it because I make smudges on my sketches? Because I’m messy?”
I laugh, low and dark. “Is that what you thought?”
“Then why?—”
I lean in close, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Because I knew the second I saw you that you were a dirty girl underneath all that sunshine.” I let my teeth graze her earlobe, feeling her body shudder. “Filthy.” I pull back just enough to meet her eyes. “And I’ve been thinking about getting you messy ever since.”
Her moan goes straight to my cock.
She digs her fingers into my shoulders, her pulse racing where her chest presses against mine.
“That’s what I thought.” I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, and her back arches so sharply she hits the steering wheel. “Show me how dirty you can get, Smudge.”
Before I finish speaking, she’s yanking at my shirt. I help her wrestle it off, my elbows knocking against the window, my knee hitting the horn and making us both jump.
“Smooth,” she says, grinning.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
I do.
My mouth finds her breast, and she moans loudly enough that it echoes in the cab. I worship her, sucking, licking, and gentlybiting when she gasps formore.Switching sides, I use my teeth just enough to make her squirm and grind against my cock.
“Tell me what you need.”
“Your mouth.” No hesitation. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown. “Lower.”
“That’s my dirty girl.”
The positioning is creative—her back against the passenger door, one leg hooked over the seat, the other braced against the dashboard. It’s not comfortable, but I don’t care, not when she’s spread open for me like an offering.
I drag her jeans down just far enough, impatience winning over the need for full removal, and spread her thighs with my palms. The sight nearly stops my heart. Pink and glistening, she’s so wet that her panties are soaked through.
I press my thumb against the damp fabric, and she whimpers.
“Look at you.” I pull her panties aside, exposing her completely. “So pretty. So fucking ready for me.”
“Tank—”
