“Did you just finish for the day?” he asked.
“I finished three hours ago,” she admitted, “but when I couldn’t get a hold of you, I decided I might as well do a little more work.”
“That was damned stupid. Why didn’t you take the evening off?”
She raised a brow. “Because I still had work to do.”
Len realized he sounded as overbearing as Clay had earlier in the day. He held up his hands and gave in. “You’re right. I meant if you wanted to hit my place and soak in the tub, you’re welcome to do that too. Since your tub is still out of commission.”
She stepped all the way up, planting a hand on his bare chest. “Now that sounds awfully nice, but I’d like it even better if you were in there with me.”
“I don’t think my tub’s big enough for two people.”
She flashed him a dirty smile. “Means we’d have to get really, really close.”
He didn’t mind the sound of that, at least the part about getting close. A glance around the shop brought something more immediate to mind.
Len crooked a finger her direction. “Come here.”
She followed without asking any questions, trailing him around the corner to where the project he’d been working on was tucked away. The truck still wasn’t ready to take out on the road, but there was one change Janey hadn’t seen yet. He was looking forward to her reaction.
“Oh, it’s gorgeous.” She ran a hand over the sidewall of the classic truck, carefully stroking the brand-new paint job. She turned back toward him, her smile stretching from ear to ear. “You wild man. You painted her red.”
“Just seemed right.” The truth was he couldn’t picture any other colour after Janey had mentioned it, and if the shiny paint was a little bolder than he would usually have chosen, having that little reminder of her would be worth it.
She pulled open the driver’s door and climbed inside, admiring the upholstery and hanging onto the wheel. “You’ve done a fabulous job. You’re good with your hands.”
If that wasn’t an opening line…
“Promise you’ll come driving with me the first night I take her out.”
Janey nodded. “I’d love to.”
“We can take her to the lookout and park her for a while,” Len grabbed Janey by the hand and tugged her out the door.
Her expression grew more interested. “What would we be planning on doing while we were parked?”
“I’m pretty sure we can think of a thing or two.”
Janey leaned into him, curling her fingers around the back of his neck and kissing him eagerly.
There was a thing or two on his mind right now. He reached down and picked her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his hips as he sauntered toward the back of the truck. Their lips stayed in contact, slow leisurely kisses revving up his system like usual.
He held her with one hand and dropped the tailgate, lowering her carefully to the metal surface.
She smiled at him with eyes full of fire. “Everybody gone home for the day? Your dad’s not upstairs in his apartment?”
“Shop is closed. Dad is out with his buddies for his weekly night of pool and bullshit. Unless someone comes back accidentally, it’s going to be pretty quiet.” He ran his hand down her cheek, resting his fingers loosely on her neck. “Except for the part where I make you scream.”
“Oh, really?” She tugged at his belt. “You upping the ante to screaming already?”
“I don’t know that it’s so much me as you. You’re noisy in the sack.” He undid the top button of her coverall.
“Noisy? Really?” Her lips pulled into that damn sexy pout.
“I love it,” he confessed. “Every moan and whimper.”
Her eyes flashed and her chin tilted up. “I can be silent. Can you talk dirty?”
Now there was a challenge he could get behind. He had her buttons undone and was ready to push the material off her shoulders, but he paused. “Just because I don’t talk a lot doesn’t mean I’m not thinking dirty things.”
“So, you gonna tell me them?” The fire in her honey-brown eyes flared hotter.
“Hell, yeah. Stand up on the tailgate and take off your clothes.”
She scrambled to her feet and let the blue coverall pool around her ankles. Len caught her fingers, giving her something to brace against as she stepped out of the material and kicked it aside. Underneath she was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, both of which came off quickly to be added to the growing pile on top of the coverall.
“You take off your bra,” Len ordered. “I get to take off your panties.”
Janey reached behind her and undid the snap, catching hold of the bra cups in front and holding them in place with one arm as she shrugged out of the shoulder straps.
“Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Show your pretty breasts to me,” he demanded, leaning on the tailgate and looking up with heated anticipation.
She let her arms fall away, leaving herself totally exposed to his sight. The full curves of her breasts tugged a heavy sigh of satisfaction from his lips. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Janey licked her lips, and it was like a delicious banquet lay before him. Len took a deep breath. He was torn between moving forward or staying right where they were so he could enjoy it for longer.
But first? He’d been given a challenge.
He stared at her chest for another moment, the tips of her nipples tightening as he watched. Len lifted his gaze far enough to stare into her eyes. At the dark pupils growing wider as she looked back.
“I want to pull you close so I can take a bite. Lick you up and down and everywhere until you squirm. When I suck on your nipples and use my teeth, you make this purring sound that gets my cock so hard I don’t know how I last long enough to slip inside your pussy. It’s like that noise is the starter gun, and everything else that follows is one wicked race of pleasure.”
She swallowed hard, and then he didn’t see her reaction any further because his gaze dropped to her hips. He caught hold of the side of her underwear, but instead of stripping it off, he ran his hands along the bottom edge, slipping it higher and higher until the soft fabric curled in on itself, riding up between her pussy lips and her ass. “You ever wear thongs?” he asked.
“No. I thought they would be pretty uncomfortable— Oh—”
He tugged the fabric back and forth slightly, rubbing over her clit. “Imagine you working all day, something rubbing against you every time you move. You could pretend it was my tongue on your pussy, licking until you squirm. Tasting you and fucking you with my tongue.”
“Oh my.”
She spread her legs wider, rocking into his touch.
But he was already done, jerking off the scrap of fabric to prepare for the next bit of torment.
“Watch me,” he ordered.
He made sure she had her balance before letting her go, then he stripped away his clothes in record time, stepping back into his work boots. His cock rose high and hard, and he covered himself quickly with a condom before turning back.
She had just licked her lips, moisture shining as she breathed heavily. “Am I making any noises now?” she asked. “Because, damn, you should take this show on the road.”
“For your eyes only.” He reached his hand out. “Come here.”
She leaned forward into his arms, her naked body making contact with his, and they both groaned with satisfaction. She clung to him, staring boldly into his eyes.
“I need to fuck you. You ready?” Len asked
“I’m always ready for you.”
Len dragged forward the blanket he had in the back of the truck until it draped over the edge of the tailgate, a soft cushioning for her. Then he dropped her onto it, belly down, squatting briefly behind her. His face in line with her sex.
The lips of her labia were wet with moisture. He stroked a finger over the soft surfaces, humming in approval as she squirmed, trying to keep his hand in contact with her. “What a pretty pussy. I changed my mind. I need a taste before I fuck you.”
She was sprawled facedown, her butt sticking over the edge of the tailgate. He pushed one leg to the side, exposing her better as he moved in close and licked her from front to back. All the way back, pausing for a second over her ass.
A full-body shiver rocked her. “Holy moly, Len. What are you—?”
He licked her again, teasing her clit for longer until she squirmed then moving to the next spot. He couldn’t get enough of her, of the way she wiggled under his hands as he held her pinned to the tailgate.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, and I’m going to play with your ass, and you can make all the damn noises you want because it makes me that much hotter.”
He played his fingers into her pussy to get them wet before stroking higher to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves at her ass. At the same time he went back to work, lashing his tongue into her core, lapping her clit until she was squirming, gasps and moans and throaty cries escalating as he pressed a finger into her ass up to the first knuckle while he sucked on her clit.
“Oh, God, yes…”
She convulsed around him, her muscles tightening down on his fingertip.
He shot to his feet and pressed the head of his cock to her pussy. He slipped in an inch, pulling out slowly once then thrusting all the way forward. A gasp escaped her, and he froze in place, buried deep.