“Back,” she mutters, before shimmying through the gap between the seats.
There’s no way in hell I’m squeezing myself through that way. I hop out and open the back door to find her topless and wriggling out of her skirt. She’s splayed across the caramel leather, lips parted, eyes dark, shadows playing over her body. I grab the neck of my shirt and pull it off.
“Fuck, honey.” I hook my hands behind her knees and pull her to the edge of the seat.
I look around to make sure we’re still alone. My back is to the water, so if someone pulls in, I’ll notice them before they can see her. Assuming my face isn’t buried in her pussy, which is exactly where I intend to be.
I let out a hiss of breath as I bend, a muscle pulling tight in my shoulder. Summer stills, propping herself up onto her elbows. “Are you okay? Maybe we shouldn’t?—”
“We should,” I cut her off. “Lie back.”
She eases onto the seats, but peers down at me as I peel off her thong—electric blue—and lick her from entrance to clit.
Her back bows and she lets out a strangled sound. I groan as her taste floods my mouth. I keep going until she’s grinding against me, chasing her release.Fuck, this woman turns me on like no other.
I reach down, pop the button of my jeans, and yank them down enough to get a hand around my cock. I give myself a slow stroke.
“Miles—” My name cuts off and is replaced by an intake of breath and a low moan, her pussy fluttering against my tongue.
She’s barely come down when I push into her, her body pliant but tight around me. I drive into her, hard enough to make her breasts bounce every time I bottom out.
“Need you closer, baby,” she whines with lust-drunk eyes.
She scoots back against the door and I follow, settling over her, her legs wrapping around me. She rolls her hips impatiently, and I thrust back into her.
I move, one hand braced beside her head, the other finding her hip, her waist, anywhere I can reach. She arches into me, fingers tight in my hair, and I press my face into her neck. She smells of citrus and sunscreen.
Her hand slides to my cheek, tipping my face up, and I bring my mouth down on hers, tongue tracing her bottom lip until she opens for me.
“Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, breathless, watching her face in the last of the evening light.
Her lips part.
Her breath catches.
Her eyes stay on mine.
I want to drag this out, but my body has other plans, and so does she. She tightens around me, hips lifting for more, and I give her what she needs. She comes with her forehead pressed to mine, and I follow her over, buried deep as I fill her.
I stay there, not ready to put even an inch between us. I brush her hair back from her face, my fingers lingering as they trace the line of her nose, her temple, her jaw.
She looks up at me with a satisfied, soft smile. And I’m sure my lips are doing something similar.
This woman drove into my life in a beat-up Bronco and mended parts of me I didn’t even know were broken.
I don’t think it’s possible to love someone more than I love her.
I’ll never know. Don’t want to.
Her gaze drifts over my shoulder, and her smile becomes amused. “You brought me here to watch the stars, didn’t you?”
“I did.” I huff a laugh. “But your idea was a good one, too.”
We untangle ourselves slowly. I gather our clothes strewn around the Bronco while Summer giggles at the state of her hair in the rearview mirror. Cool air hits my skin when I climb out, and when Summer shivers I pull her against my side.
I grab the blanket from the trunk and spread it out on the grass. We lie down together, her tucked against me at first, before she rolls onto her back and tips her face to the sky. I lean on one elbow, my attention fixed on her.
