That she’d allow me in like that had quieted the rage brewing inside me.
The ride out of town was quiet. The days were getting shorter, but we still had a good bit of the afternoon to ourselves. I should probably take her back to my place to give her an actual bed.
She deserved so much more than these quick, stolen moments.
“Pull off here,” she said quietly.
I glanced over at her. The flush had left her cheeks, but now there was a little something else there.
“You know where we are?”
“Lookout lane?”
I laughed. “No, that’s the other side of the lake.”
She unhooked her belt as we came up over the rise. It was a less-traveled road, but at least it wasn’t dirt. The view of the lake was stunning. The sun was near blinding off the cool, calm water.
“Rylee and Gage have a house over this way. I got lost while I was going there the first time and I found this.” She gripped the dashboard as she went onto her knees. “See that house?”
I followed her eyeline to the rambling Cape Cod with the burnt orange shingle siding and white trim. It had a large wraparound porch and was quite overgrown.
Obviously, the old girl had been on the market for a good long time.
“I don’t need a house that size, but I just couldn’t stop looking at it.” She flushed. “Anyway, sorry. But that’s a killer view.” It seemed like she was upset that she’d shared with me.
She crawled over the bench-style seat of my truck. The intent in her eyes made me want to push back. To see if I could get her to talk to me a little more. I had so few pieces of Macy to work with.
But she was determined, and I was fucking weak.
“Is there a way to get this…ahh, there we go.” She flipped up my steering column so she could shimmy onto my hips. She lowered her mouth to my belly as she pushed up my shirt to get to skin.
The little medallion I wore slipped across my skin as she scored her short nails up my chest. She leaned to the side and hit the lever to recline my seat the last few inches available. I was a tall guy and took up most of the room in the truck already.
“Know your way around a truck.”
She shrugged. “I know a little about a lot of things.” She pushed at my shirt again and we both wrestled with it and my flannel until she got me just how she wanted me. Her gaze was hot and calculating as she stripped off her jacket and tossed her shirt onto the passenger side of the seat. She wore a midnight blue lace bra that made her golden skin glow.
I held her off from undoing the clasp and plucked lightly at her nipple straining against the lace. With the other, I tugged at the black band that forever kept her hair back away from her face. “Goddamn, you are beautiful.”
She shook her hair back self-consciously. “You don’t need to flatter me.” She rolled her hips to ride the hard-on I was still sporting. She looked down between us to work at my belt.
I gripped her hair to raise her eyes to mine. “I don’t need to, no. But I want to.” I lowered my mouth to hers, lightly licking her lower lip. “I like to.”
She let out a little sigh that was part growl and part breathy release.
My girl was not into compliments for sure, but this felt like more than that. I dragged her head back more to get to her neck and lower to her breasts. She was draped over my steering wheel, her back arched so goddamn beautifully that I couldn’t stop myself from flipping the little cups up to get to her skin.
She as salty and soft. The pervasive scent of coffee filled my truck as condensation started to form. Already we were generating enough heat to fog the windows.
I found I liked it that way. As if it was locking out the world while we got skin to skin.
I reached around to drag down her stretchy pants, careful not to rip them in my haste to get to her.
Again, I didn’t really have the space and the time to give her the attention she deserved, but at least I could give her this.
Her shoes fell to the floorboard as she struggled out of her pants. I lifted my hips enough to get my jeans unzipped. Christ, I needed my damn wallet.
I lifted higher and the tip of my dick dug into her thigh.