“Why would we have to stop?”
“Because you’ll want more from me. And I can’t give it to you. Then you’ll get resentful and pissy about it and take it out on me, even when I warned you ahead of time that’s how it’d be.”
That was a harsh assessment. But she wasn’t too far off base. He’d been on the receiving end of that type of frustration. Whenever he got involved with a woman, he warned her up front that his job came first. He also let her know he was gone a lot and prone to cancel plans regardless of how long they’d been in place. The woman always assured him she understood. But she never did. First the little barbs would start. Followed by hostility. Then tears and accusations. Ending with the big breakup speech about what an inconsiderate ass**le he was and no woman in her right mind would ever want to be with him.
“Fletch?”
He glanced into Tanna’s eyes. “Sorry. What did you say?”
“What were you thinking about?”
“Proving you wrong.”
“And how do you plan on doin’ that?”
He brushed his lips over hers. “By taking you outside and f**king you blind in my pickup. Then after I got us both off, at least twice, I’d head home. I wouldn’t even call you tomorrow.”
She snorted.
“Isn’t that what you want?” Fletch ran his palm over her ass, then up her spine. “An intimate connection only during sex? I can give you that.”
“So no more bein’ friends?”
“We can be friends, because I like you. But we’d be lovers too.” He brushed her hair from her shoulders. “Is that what you want?”
She pressed her body against his and kissed the hollow of his throat.
“Say it,” he demanded roughly. “Out loud. So I don’t misunderstand.”
“I want you as more than a friend.”
“And?”
“And . . . how about if we test the suspension on your pickup right now?”
He bent closer. “Only if you swear you’re not giving me another taste of how awesome it is between us and then you just run away again.”
“I ran the morning after because it was supposed to be a one-night thing. Hot sex with a hot man. I didn’t expect that within a day of moving to Muddy Gap I’d see you.” Her fingertips grazed his smooth cheekbones. “And still want you.”
The song ended. Keeping hold of her hand, he skirted the stage and led her out through the side door. He started toward his pickup at a good clip.
Halfway there, Tanna said, “Stop.”
When he whirled around to ask what was wrong, she launched herself at him.
“Kiss me. I want you to f**k me but I want you to kiss me first, because you know how to kiss.”
His mouth met hers immediately. Hungrily. Her tongue sought his, sliding and stroking. Her head moved to deepen the angle.
Her hands were all over him. He wanted more. Skin on skin would be a good place to start. He forced himself to let go of her mouth. “Come on.”
“My truck is right here.” And, he noticed, it faced away from the front of the bar. She unlocked the passenger door and said, “You first.”
Fletch climbed in, grateful she had a big diesel that gave him plenty of room in the cab.
She straddled his lap and slammed the door shut. She rested her forearms on his shoulders. “Now, where were we?”
“About to get naked.”
“Race ya.”
Shirts off, he captured her mouth, kissing her with the same zeal that his hands used roaming her soft skin. His fingers found the front clasp of her bra and then her abundant br**sts were his for the taking. He released her mouth in tiny increments and followed the sexy curve of her neck down to her cle**age.
“Put your hands on my knees and arch back.”
She hissed, “Yes,” when his wet tongue lashed her nipple.
He pushed her br**sts together and used his mouth to drive her wild. Sucking her ni**les as deep into his mouth as he could. Easing back to rub his face over the smooth globes. Using his teeth to nip the tips. Letting his thumbs caress the undersides of the heavy flesh. He buried his face in her cle**age. “I want to slide my c**k here.”
“Fletch. Please.”
“Please what?” He lapped at her right nipple, watching as it pulled into a rigid point.
“Please can we take off the rest of our clothes so you can f**k me?”
“It’ll entail some maneuvering.”
“I don’t think either of us are strangers to sex in pickup trucks.” Tanna leaned sideways and twisted until her shoulders were on the seat and her feet were on the passenger-side window. Raising her hips, she unbuttoned and unzipped, tugging her jeans to her knees.
Fletch yanked them off the rest of the way. When he glanced up, she’d started shimmying her underwear down her thighs. Once the scrap of lace reached her knees, he bent down and latched onto them with his teeth, lifting her legs off the window one at a time to remove them.
Laughing, she sat up. “Need help with your jeans?”
“Nope.” Unbuckled and unzipped, he yanked his jeans and boxers to his ankles. He managed to keep his wits, even with a hot, naked woman squirming on top of him, and retrieved a condom from his wallet.
Tanna snatched it from his fingers. “Let me.” She ripped it open and watched his eyes as she rolled it down his shaft. Then she kissed him crazily and tried to climb on.
His hands on her hips stopped the motion. “I want you facing forward.” Fletch slid his hands down, his thumbs met her clit. “So I can touch you like this.”