The Love at First Sight Box Set, стр. 64
She could finish her degree, and still be able to pursue anything she wanted to with more opportunities than Green Valley would ever be able to offer her.
I'd worked out all these things in my head for when she inevitably started listing off why it wouldn't work or why she couldn't do it.
"So this crazy thing happened," I practiced quietly. That was always how I started it. That was how I'd start it as soon as she got here.
The sound of her car pulling up next to my truck had me lifting my head. She motioned that she was going to come to me, and I nodded, unlocking the passenger door. I leaned over to open the door as she stood out of her car. Through the open door, I gaped at the bright blue summer dress she was wearing as it floated around her knees when she took her first step to my truck.
Because she was concentrating on her foot placement, reaching her hand out to grab the door, she didn't notice the dumbfounded expression on my face.
"Hi," she said breathlessly, smiling over at me as she pulled herself up using the handle on the ceiling of the truck. She positioned one leg up on the bench and faced me after yanking the door shut.
"You're wearing a dress."
"And you are quite observant," she said seriously. "Come here."
Sliding toward her on the seat bench, I greedily took her mouth as soon as she slipped her hands into my hair.
"I missed you," she said, brushing her lips against mine. She grabbed one of my hands and pushed it up on her thigh. My fingers dug into her flesh as she kissed me again, tilting her head to the side.
Her hair smelled like oranges and vanilla and cinnamon, and she tasted like sugar.
My need ignited instantly.
In the back of my head, I wondered if this would ever cool or dampen between us if left unattended. If we followed where it led, would we ever burn out?
I wrapped my hands around her ass and lifted her into my lap, her knees settling on either side of my hips.
"You read my mind." She gasped when she felt me hard underneath her.
"Yeah?" My hands ran up and down her thighs, coming around to dip beneath her underwear and the firm flesh underneath.
"Last night, when I was home and in bed, all I could think about was how I missed feeling you," she whispered against my ear. "Feeling you over me, your hands on me."
"Joss," I groaned. "It's broad daylight outside."
But even as I said it, my hands ran up her back underneath her dress, came over her bra and dipped my thumbs inside so I could feel the warm skin underneath. Her hands tugged at my belt buckle, her lips never left mine, my argument ignored. Then she leaned back and produced a condom from her purse.
"I want to have truck sex," she announced, then cocked an eyebrow. "Don't you?"
"Quite badly."
She smiled at my serious answer.
Normally, I wouldn't have questioned the mechanics of it, because Joss knew her body, knew what she was capable of, but I pulled back.
"Will this … position work okay?"
Her grin was sly. "Perfectly." She glanced down at the bench, even as her hands wrapped around me. I hissed in a breath as she protected us both with swift movements. "Move us over like, six inches that way."
"Only six?" I muttered, which made her toss her head back and laugh.
Once I'd done what she asked, I sucked at her neck, pulling the strap of her dress down so I could trace my tongue over the edge of her delicate lace bra.
I felt Joss' weight lift up slightly, and I raised my head. Her hand was gripping the handle, the muscle on her bicep curling out. I chuckled, tracing the definition I could see there when she lowered back down, pressing her center tight against me.
"So strong," I murmured. "So beautiful."
"All those chin-ups are about to come in handy, big guy."
And they did.
It was all steady, small movements, a graceful, rolling ride that had me cursing under my breath. Joss didn't take her dress off, and I kept my jeans barely shoved past the edge of my ass. My hands gripped her waist, but she lifted herself up with one hand, sliding back down onto me so, so slowly.
"Pull up again," I told her through gritted teeth.
She did, and I saw the way the skin on her hands turned white as she gripped the handle. When I was almost free of her body, I stilled her progress with a tight hand on her hips. She held still, her chest heaving, eyes lit brightly in her flushed face.
"I love you," I told her.
I snapped my hips up, and she threw her head back with a cry.
It didn't take long after that for either of us.
Joss whimpered my name when she exploded, and I wrapped her in my arms as we came down from the peak.
"Truck sex is awesome," I breathed, burying my head in the mass of her hair.
Her frame shook with laughter. "Agreed."
"When I decided to pick you up from work, this is not what I envisioned."
Joss lifted her head and pecked my lips. "What did you envision? Just being a nice boyfriend?"
Apprehension squeezed my stomach into a block of ice. "Oh, umm, just something I wanted to talk to you about. Something, uhh, something pretty crazy happened."
She tilted her head and gave me a sweet smile. "What is it?"
For some reason, having her still on my lap like this, felt wrong. "Here, let me grab you a tissue or something."
I lifted her off my lap, and she hissed in a quick breath when I set