On my last break of the day, Dash messages me to arrange to pick me up after work as if it were completely normal. Is this my life now, where my new boyfriend just drives me around, and always knows what I'm up to? It feels comfortable and loving and completely alien at the same time.
By the time I see Dash standing beside his truck, I don't even care if people are watching. Running into his arms, he envelops me in a sexy full body hug. "I missed you," he growls softly against my ear, pulling me against him. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you how much I want you, but I do."
He doesn't need to tell me in words. I can feel his hot, hard length pressing against me. It takes less than two seconds for my body to respond in kind, craving him.
He kisses me gently, then steps away. "Corbin has decided that he's making me dinner as a thank you for letting him stay one more night. You're welcome to join us."
He helps me into the truck, and by the time he gets in, I know I don't want to sit through dinner being polite before being withhim again. "I think you've turned me into a bad girl already. I'd rather be alone with you first."
Dash chuckles, singing, "I've got a bad girl in my truck, and I don't give a…" He shoots me a sideways glance. "Heck."
We laugh together. "But we can't go to my house…" I begin.
He starts driving toward the forest. "What if I were a terrible man with a terrible idea?"
"How terrible? Are we going to do something naughty in the shop again?"
"No," he says slowly, shaking his head. "Braden and Corbin just installed the security system. There's no way in hell I'm letting anyone else look at you."
My stomach flips in a slow cartwheel. I adore how naturally protective he is.
The huge pickup drives down the private road until it turns into a gravel work track that ends in a deep, thick part of the forest. "Nobody but my brothers ever comes out this far, and they'd have the courtesy to honk if they got close," Dash explains.
He parks the truck, cracks both of the windows a pinch, then slides the leather bench back a few inches. As our seatbelts fall off and we reach for each other, he confesses, "I know it's a stupid teenage boy thing, but I've always wanted to have sex with a girl in my truck. Is that terrible?"
I laugh, untucking his shirt to run my hands up his rippled abs. "You're a country boy. It's probably in your DNA or something."
"Just a country boy, with a sexy gorgeous toy," he sings, then stops, looking deeply into my eyes. "I'm kidding. You know you're not a toy, Bridget." His thumb across my cheekbone makes me melt. "I've never felt like this before." His soft brown eyes smolder in the dim light. "Tell me what you want, beautiful."
My voice is barely a whisper. "I want you."
He grins. "Good."
Even though it's a big truck, it's slightly awkward to pull off my shirt, then slip off my shoes and pants.
"Leave your bra and undies on." His voice is thick with lust. "I don't want anyone to accidentally see you totally naked. Plus, this is even sexier."
I'm glad that I put on matching underwear today at least, though from the glazed look in his eyes, he doesn't need fancy lace lingerie to get aroused. "So gorgeous," he murmurs, shifting to lie across the bench with bent knees as he pulls me on top of him.
His hands on my breasts are so gentle, searching as if to find every tingly nerve ending. My hips shift, grinding against him as I feel his erection growing. "You might need to let him out for air."
"Only if you want me to." His eyes search mine. "If it's too soon for another round, maybe I can just taste you. Touch you. Whatever you want."
My emotions quickly have a secret meeting with my libido and decide it's in charge for now. My trembling fingers reach down to unfasten his jeans. There's no way to describe the deep burning need inside me, not just to have us join physically, but for another dose of the sensual bonding I felt with him last night.
Dash's grin is pure joy as he helps me, pulling his jeans and shorts down to his ankles. I love that he takes control, positioning me so that my knees straddle his hips. Automatically grinding against his thick shaft, we moan together as he pulls my lips to his.
His kiss is raw and sultry. My breath stutters, my body overheating even though it should be chilly out here in the forest. "Tell me you want me," he rasps against my lips.
"I want you."
"Lift up."
As my hips rise, he pulls the gusset of my panties aside, dragging the thick head of his shaft slowly through my crease, wetting himself with my juices. A deep shudder rolls through him. Did I do that? Am I actually making this gorgeous man as breathless and helpless as he's making me? It's a strange, powerful sensation.
After having no control over huge parts of my life, giving him control willingly feels deeply satisfying.
Gripping his shoulder with one hand and the back of the seat with the other, I circle my hips as I grind against him. Our eyes lock as he starts to press inside, making us both shiver from the intensity. Slowly sinking down, my body stretching open for him is like soothing an ache, making everything feel right.
