I look down so he can't see my face. I've gone soft and swoony and I know exactly what I'd see if I looked in a mirror right now and I'm not ready for him to see it too.
He puts a finger under my chin and tips it back up anyway. Of course he does. This man who never lets me hide. Who finds me every time.
He kisses me like we have all the time in the world.
We both know we don't.
Can’t waste a moment.
As we kiss again, I feel him hard beneath me, pressing upagainst me through his jeans. I rock my hips against his erection.
“These need to come off now,” I say.
“As you wish, princess,” he murmurs.
This time when I go for his jeans I don't fumble. I’ve done this before. Many times, now. He lifts slightly to help me drag everything away, and then there's nothing between us. He’s already pushing my panties to the side when I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock. His shaft is hot, veins swelling, already slick at the tip. I stroke him once, slowly, just to hear the sound he makes.
It's a good sound.
“Sadie.” A warning. Or a plea. With Walker it's sometimes hard to tell.
Rolling my hips, I grind against the hot, hard length of him. My pussy is already wet, so it’s more of a glide.
“You feel so fucking good.” His grip tightens on me. “I never want to let you go.”
So don’t,I think.Don’t ever let me go.
Pushing the thought to the side, I rise up on my knees. His hands go to my hips immediately, steadying me, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there. I position him at my entrance and sink down slowly, taking my time, feeling every inch of him.
His head drops back on a groan that I feel in my spine. “Baby. Fuck.”
I stay still for a moment, just breathing, adjusting to the fullness of him as my pussy stretches around his girth.
His chest is heaving. His hands on my hips are trembling slightly, the effort of holding himself back written all over him.
I love that. The evidence of what I do to him.
Then I start to move.
He leans back against the cab and looks up at me in thestarlight, the fireworks cascading above the valley, washing us both in color. Gold. Silver. Red. His gaze moves over my body slowly. Over the lyrics and the heart and his initials next to mine.
His expression is the most vulnerable I've ever seen it.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” He traces the line on my collarbone with one finger, following the ink like he's reading it again. Then he bends his head and follows the same path with his mouth, his lips moving slow along the words he wrote on my skin.
The intimacy of it stops my breath.
“Tell me,” I say. I'm riding him slow, savoring the sensation of moving along him, of the way he fills me up. The way he’s can’t take his eyes off me. “Tell me what I do to you.”
A firework goes up. Golden and enormous. The light of it washes over us both, illuminating the ink on my skin and his bent head of dark hair as he kisses and sucks my breasts.
His hands go to my waist as I ride him, fingers flexing against my skin like he can't decide whether to guide me or just hold on.
“I've got a whole album coming together about all the ways you make my head spin.”
“Yeah?” I roll my hips and watch his jaw tighten. “Better write fast.”
He laughs, breathless, and the laugh cuts off into a groan as I increase my tempo.
