I wasn’t sure what he intended to do, but at this point, I was beyond caring. Him, hard and ready inside me, was my only goal. So when he grasped the hem of my shirt and tugged it upward, I raised my arms in silent obedience. Sam tossed the shirt behind us, and it snagged on the steering wheel.
“My God, you’re beautiful.” He didn’t stop to admire me, just mumbled the words as he filled both hands with my breasts. His thumbs circled the sensitive peaks over the lacy blue material of my bra until my head fell back and I squirmed on the seat.
“Sam.” His name seemed to be the only word I was capable of saying. He didn’t answer, only pushed my breasts together and leaned to take one nipple into his mouth. His fingers pulled down the cup on the other side and rolled the stiff nub, just hard enough to make me cry out but not enough to really hurt.
I clutched at his sides, bunching the material of his shirt in my fists. My breath was coming in short puffs, hitching now and then when Sam bit down on my nipple or sucked me into his mouth.
He put a hand to my shoulder and lowered me to lie down on the seat. He stood between my legs and skimmed the backs of his fingers down my stomach to the button of my denim shorts. My eyes closed against the onslaught of sensation, I felt the release when he unfastened the button and slid down the zipper. He took off my shorts and underwear in one motion, and I opened my eyes to see them fly over my head, landing behind me on the driver’s seat. He parted my legs further, making teasing circles up the inside of my thighs.
I knew if he touched me at all, I was gone. I’d been so turned on for so many weeks, all he’d have to do is breathe on me to make me come. I suspected that he felt the same way, since instead of exploring the folds at the juncture of my legs, he undid his own pants, pausing to pull a condom out of his wallet. Somewhere in the back recesses of my mind, I wondered if he was always so prepared, but at this second, I could only be glad he was.
“Next time, I promise, more. More everything. For now, I have to be inside you.”
I wasn’t going to complain. He lowered his jeans enough that his cock emerged, hard and jutting forward. I watched through lowered lids as he rolled on the condom and then took me by the hips.
He paused and met my eyes. For the first time since I’d skidded off the road, I saw something in his face beyond intense passion or anger. He swallowed and licked his lips.
“This ... this is okay?”
I reached my hand to stroke his forearm and smiled as I repeated back his words. “Shut up, Sam.”
Without another word or hesitation, he lifted my hips and plunged into me. I arched my back, trying to draw him even deeper, but he held my hips and controlled our rhythm. His eyes never left mine as he thrust and rocked.
I gripped the back of the seat with one hand and my own hair with the other as pure pleasure built within me, spiraling me upwards. I was so close, so ready to fall over the edge. Sam was moving faster, and then he used one hand to touch me at the spot where we were joined. The brush of his fingers over my clit sent me rocketing, soaring as I cried out his name, my mouth open as I fought for air. I shattered into a million shining pieces as Sam’s body tensed. He groaned just a single word—my name—and I felt him spasm within me.
For a moment, all was silent except for the chirping of the birds and the far-off sound of frogs, singing to each other at a lake somewhere. The blood rushing through my ears subsided, and I closed my eyes, not sure what would come next.
Sam withdrew from me, stepping back from the truck. I heard him zipping up and buttoning his jeans and the crunch of his boots on gravel, stepping away briefly. And then there was the lightest touch on my thigh.
“You okay?”
I opened my eyes and nodded, suddenly self-conscious that I lay mostly naked on the seat of his truck while he looked down at me. Given our history, I expected him to turn cold, tell me to get dressed and go home. But instead, he lifted my legs and climbed into the truck, shifting me so that I lay partly over him. He reached around me to take my shirt from the steering wheel and helped me pull it over my head, giving me at least partial coverage.
“If it were my choice, I’d sit here all night, just looking at you lying naked in my truck. Damned if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice was low.
I tried for a smile. “I guess we’re lucky nobody really drives these roads this time of night. That would have been an awkward explanation.”
A pained expression crossed Sam’s face. “Meghan, I’m sorry. That wasn’t—I mean, I’m not sorry about what just happened. But I should’ve been man enough to make sure it happened somewhere more private. If someone had come along and seen us, it would‘ve been my fault.”