Her eyes closed and her mind reeling, she felt him open the door of the truck behind her and gently shove her inside. Before she had time to think, he was beside her in the driver’s seat and had pulled her into his arms again. He pressed his lips to her neck as he fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, pulling the tail from her waistband. Soon his big strong hands were on her breasts, kneading them, thumbing her erect nipples through her lacy bra.
“Oh, God,” he murmured. “You’re so perfect. So beautiful.” He lowered his head and took a rosy nipple in his mouth, sucking her through the fabric.
Her muscles tightened as desire rushed through her. She was a goner now. But at twenty-three, she wasn’t going to have sex in a car like some horny teenager.
“Zach.” She hardly recognized her own voice.
“What, darlin’?” He panted in her ear.
“I…I’m not going to screw you in a truck.” She trembled as he pushed her bra up, releasing her breasts to fall gently against her chest.
“We’re not going to screw.” He kissed the plump white skin surrounding her nipple and flicked his tongue over the rosy bud.
Dusty jolted backward, but his arm steadied her.
“We’re going to make slow, sweet, passionate love.”
Oh God, yes. Slow, sweet, passionate love. But not in a truck.
“But not in your truck, Zach.”
“No,” he rasped, “not in a truck.” He tongued her nipple, biting it gently and tugging.
She squirmed against the dampness between her legs. He sucked one nipple and then the other, using his teeth, his lips, and his tongue to torment her. She heard herself moaning, whispering words of encouragement for him to keep going. What was happening to her?
Her nipples were deep scarlet and tingling when he cupped her breasts gently and returned to her mouth for another firm kiss.
“I want you so much,” he said into her mouth. “I want to make love to you.”
“Yes, Zach.” She puffed against his cheek. “Yes, make love to me.”
“I want you naked, under me.”
“Oh, yes.”
“I want to sink myself deep inside you.”
“God, yes. Yes.”
He grabbed her hand and led it to his arousal. Dusty reveled at the hardness under her palm. She began to stimulate him through his jeans.
“Oh, yeah, darlin’. That feels so good.”
He slid her shirt from her shoulder and kissed her there, bit into her, and licked to soothe the sting.
“Zach.” Her voice sounded husky, throaty.
“Hmm?” He slid his tongue over her shoulder, up her neck, nuzzling her pulse point.
“Not here.”
“Right.” He broke away from her, leaning back in his seat, beads of sweat trickling from his brow. Her hand was still on his crotch. “Damn.” He exhaled slowly, his breath whooshing from his strong body. “You get to me, woman.”
Dusty removed her hand from him and leaned back into the passenger seat, trying to steady her breathing. “I-I don’t mean to.”
He reached for her hand and entwined their fingers together. “It’s not a bad thing, darlin’.”
With those words, she catapulted back into reality. It was a bad thing. She had to stop it.