Willa’s breath caught in her throat as she sank down on me, my own eyes sliding shut at the tight clench of her wet pussy.
“Look at you,” I rasped. “Couldn’t even wait to get home.”
She bit her lip, rolling her hips…pulled herself up, then buried my cock inside her again. “You said especially the truck.”
“I did.” I thrust upward and she gasped. “Didn’t say anything about being in a public parking lot.”
“There’s nobody here.”
“But there could be.” I gripped her hips and set a slower pace than she wanted, felt her frustrated little moan vibrate against my throat. “You’re bad…fucking your fiancé out in the open where anyone could drive up at any moment.”
“Forrest—”
“Taking my cock like this.” I thrust deeper and she arched back, one hand braced on the bed beside her, completely unguarded. “Pregnant and needy and begging.”
She laughed breathlessly. “You brought me here.”
“I did.” I pulled her back down to meet me and felt her clench. “Best decision I ever made.”
She stopped laughing.
Her hips found the rhythm she wanted and I let her have it, watching her move against the Hill Country sky—her hair loose, her belly just showing, her face gone slack and open inthe moonlight—and I gripped her hips and helped her along and thought that I had been half-dead for three years and she had fixed that without even trying.
"You feel so good," I said low. "Every single time."
"Forrest—" Breathless. Her nails in my shoulders.
"Right here." I thrust up hard and she gasped. "Keep going. Don't stop."
She didn't stop.
She rode me slow and deep, taking her time the way she did everything now—like she was allowed to have it, like she'd decided it was hers and wasn't giving it back. I watched her face and kept one hand at her hip and brought the other up to her breast and felt her breath hitch.
"That okay?" I asked.
"More than okay," she managed. "Don't—don't stop doing that."
"I'm not stopping anything." I rolled her nipple between my fingers and felt her clench around me and bit back a groan. "You're going to make this very difficult for me."
"Good," she said.
I laughed low. "Brat."
She grinned and did it again, clenching tight, watching my jaw go hard. I gripped her hip and thrust up and the grin dissolved into something else entirely.
"Thereit is," I said.
"Shut up," she breathed.
"Make me."
She leaned down and kissed me hard and I kissed her back…and we found the rhythm again, deeper this time, both of us chasing it, the truck bed warm under us and the night warm around us and the waterfall running somewhere below and none of it mattering except her weight in my lap and her mouth on mine.
She pulled back gasping.
"Forrest—I need?—"
"I know what you need." I slid my hand between us, found her clit, watched her whole body jerk. "Right there?"
