She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top. He whispered something—a soft curse, no doubt—and groaned as she lowered herself onto him. God, but he felt good, sliding easily inside her but stretching her at the same time.
She leaned down to kiss him, and as she did, he wrapped his arms around her. Then he slid his hands downward, over her hips and onto her ass, and as he squeezed gently, he lifted his hips, fucking her from below.
Through the blanket, the metal truck bed bit into her knees, but she didn’t care. She could’ve done this all night.
His hands drifted upward again and cupped her breasts. He pinched one nipple with his fingers, doing it just the way she’d shown him the very first time. The other, he held between his lips and teeth, teasing it relentlessly with his tongue.
Her breath caught. She rode him faster, biting back a whimper as her eyes welled up and electricity rippled along her spine. She tilted her hips just right so every stroke rubbed her clit against his body, and the angle of his cock inside her was perfect, and suddenly she was seeing more stars than the ones they’d been watching earlier. With a helpless cry, she shuddered.
He thrust up, and he drove her orgasm on and on until her arms gave out and she dropped on top of him. And even then, as he held her close, he kept rocking his hips, sliding in and out of her as she slowly came back down to earth. At some point, he took over, and by the time she realized what was going on, she was on her back again, and he was sliding back into her, and he was moving, fucking her, hitting all those nerve endings that were still glowing from her orgasm.
“That feel good?” he breathed.
She couldn’t remember how to speak, so she just hooked her leg around his and rolled her hips to keep him moving. He groaned, burying his face against her neck, and the truck’s shocks creaked quietly as he thrust harder.
He pushed himself up onto his arms. She blinked her eyes into focus, but it didn’t matter—only his outline was visible against the backdrop of stars. Still, she could see him. She could see the way his body moved, shoulders rising and falling with every stroke, and though his face was obscured by shadows and he was almost completely silent, there was no denying this was him and nobody else.
“Oh shit,” he breathed. “Oh… God, Dara…” Every muscle in his body tensed, his breath coming in sharp, rapid gasps, and then he exhaled and slumped over her, pushing himself as deep inside her as he could.
Then he too relaxed, trembling on top of her and panting against her neck.
And all the way out here, far below the stars and even farther away from Aspen Mill, she just closed her eyes and held him.
Dara woke to two of the best feelings she’d had in a long time.
One, the absence of that violent nausea.
Two, the warmth of Matt’s arm around her shoulders.
Lying there with her head on his chest, she smiled sleepily. They’d come back here last night, and a kiss good night had somehow led up here to her bedroom. Then he’d stayed.
And she was glad he did. The sex was spectacular, but just having him here was so nice.
Eventually, though, they both rolled out of bed. They shared a shower but were both too tired to do anything more than actually shower, and then wandered downstairs in search of coffee.
Coffee cups in hand, they lounged in the living room and checked e-mails on their phones. A few of her friends from LA had been trying to reconnect—apparently they’d decided they did still want to stay in touch even after she and Jon had split, so she’d been e-mailing back and forth with a few. Then there were work e-mails, and an update from her attorney, and some spam from mailing lists she’d inadvertently signed up for while browsing baby stuff.
“Ugh.” Matt wrinkled his nose.
“Hmm?”
He gestured at a message on the screen. “My cousin’s getting married next weekend in Goldmount, and I swear to God, if my mother reminds me one more time of how many single, respectable women will be there…”
“Oh shit.” Dara shuddered. “Well, you could always fake the flu and come spend the evening eating Hot Pockets and playing video games. You know, with a not-so-respectable woman for company.”
“I wish.” He scrubbed his hand over his face.
“And I’m serious.” She held his gaze. “I know you, and I know how much you hate big social events like that. If you want to bail…”
“I really appreciate it.” He smiled, but it faded. “I doubt I’m getting out of this one, though.”
“Well, the escape is there if you need it.”
“Thank you. You are the best.”
She laughed. “No, I just know you.”