“I forgot how much of you there is,” she gasped. Or maybe she just hadn’t appreciated it, before. Whatever the reason, the first time hadn’t felt like this. It hadn’t even taken place on the same planet.
He slid halfway out and drove back in again, reducing her to a tumult of sensation. There was hot air from the vents, billowing over them both. Nick’s scorching scent in her nose. A cave of snow piled around them, lit by the faint blue glow of the dash. And this unstoppable, undeniable, black-haired force, on her, in her, subsuming her with one slide of pleasure after another.
He moved inside her, long and deep, and she came again almost immediately, this time with a quick, ecstatic sigh that washed over her like a wave. Her arms abandoned the door handle and wound around him as she cried her release into his neck.
She fell back against the seat again, her mind a quivering puddle of bliss.
He cocked a brow. “Two?”
“Two,” she agreed.
“Halfway there.” He upped his pace, his breath quickening to harshness, the most bewitching song in the world.
Of their own accord, her hips rose to meet him. She didn’t know where she found the energy. They melted together, a slick of heat and muscle and sweat, his or hers, she didn’t know and didn’t care, she just wanted to drink him up and glut herself on the way he drove into her with such force she’d probably have to scrape herself off the seat, afterward.
Beautiful curses rolled off his tongue as he lost himself in her. Every touch, every thrust seemed to carry seventeen years of longing behind it, and she swore he was memorizing each moment, as if he expected it to have to last him seventeen more.
But she refused to think about that. Instead, she got lost, too. Pleasure rippled through her, building and building, finally setting off a soundless shock wave that incinerated her, a blinding starburst whiteness.
She heard her own cries, somewhere distant. Nick groaned out her name. Rapture rolled through her, took hold and squeezed for all it was worth, then finally left her spent and exhausted on the warm, sticky seat of the truck. An equally spent, equally exhausted bulwark of muscle lay on top of her, crushing her with his weight.
He groaned in her ear. “Three.”
A few last convulsions rippled through her. She stared at the ceiling, wondering if her vision had always been this blurry. If not, she would gladly wear glasses for the rest of her life in payment for what they’d just done. She’d never had sex like that before. Probably nobody’d had sex like that before.
He finally raised his head and looked her in the eye. “Sorry.”
She blinked him into focus. Okay, maybe no glasses. His sharp beauty sliced right through the haze. “For?”
His mouth edged downward. “Not making it to four. That felt way,waytoo incredible.”
“You’re not allowed to apologize. Not for that. That last one... Well, I don’t even know what the hell that was.” God, she sounded drunk. Like she’d had enough whiskey to roughen her vocal cords and turn her mind to smoke. “That was like a hundred all rolled into one.”
“Still,” he said.
She let her eyes flutter closed. “No ‘still.’ I think that’s all I’ve got in me, anyway.”
He kissed one eyelid, then the other, and slid out of her, drawing a pained squeak from her lips.
“What?” he said. “Did that hurt?”
“No.” She opened her eyes to find him sitting in the driver’s seat, naked and glistening and carved from granite. “When you come out, it just feels... I don’t know. Hard to describe. Weird. Kind of like you’re robbing me.”
His brow creased, as if he didn’t quite believe her. “What am I supposed to do, then, just stay there forever?”
“Maybe,” she said quietly.
His eyes shied away from hers, and she cursed herself for spoiling the moment. She might as well have opened the door and let snow gush into the cab.
Nick cleared his throat and disentangled their clothes, handing hers over and wiggling into his in a constrained dance.She lamented the way his jacket stole his sculpted lines from view.
“Should I take you home?” he said, when she’d finished dressing.
She straightened her coat and clicked her seat belt on. “Yeah. Thank you.”
“No, thankyou.” He laughed, shaky, then scrubbed a hand over his shorn hair. “That was... way better than anything I’ve ever imagined.”
“Likewise. I mean, you promised the second time would be better, but... wow.”
