In her world, filled with guys in great shape, he could be their king. But what about his back? Remembering why she shouldn’t have allowed him to carry her, she parted her lips to say something then stopped. No, she’d seen no indication of any pain, and bringing up his injury now would be so much less than sexy. He no doubt knew his limitations. She’d just try to be alert, in case.
Dante lay beside her, trailing a finger over her collarbone and down into her cleavage. “I hope you don’t think I’m the kind of guy who takes his shirt off for every pretty fire inspector who comes along in lacy panties.” Fire followed his touch, bringing her skin to life.
“With a body like yours, I bet they’d love it.” She closed her eyes and focused on the path his fingers took over the top swell of her right breast, then blinked at him. “The dozens of them that exist.”
“I know a few, but none as gorgeous as you. And, of course, you have on those great panties.”
“Panty man, are you, Dante? I would have figured you for boxer briefs. Let’s peek.”
He chuckled. “You are really messing with my seduction skills here.”
She laughed, too, all her nerves fluttering away with their repartee. “I don’t even know where I’m coming up with these things. I guess you make me feel comfortable, but you’re also driving me crazy.”
“Good.” He circled her nipple and paused to stroke his thumb over the tight peak. “Then I’m doing my job.” Pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he blew over it and gave it a single lap with his tongue. “I want you to remember tonight when I’ve headed on to Dallas. Because I’ll be back. With other deliveries. Maybe we can manage a date or two and really get to know one another.”
“Okay.” Seemed sensible. “We can take things slow, no rush.” She arched her back, and he closed his mouth over the pinched nipple, holding it between his teeth and rubbing his tongue across the tip. Yeah, nothing but sensible here.
He sucked gently on her swollen nipple, relishing the rapid rise and fall of her breaths as he did so. Despite his cock twitching in his pants, he wanted to make this last as long as possible. Wanted to bring her to climax screaming over and over if she’d let him. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, not too big but firm and enticing. Moving to the other side, he licked circles around the peak before nibbling. Drawing it into his mouth, he nipped and bit and toyed with her nipple.
“Dante, please.”
Lifting his gaze to her face, he saw her bite down on her lower lip. He released her breast and blew on it. She shivered. “Please what, sweetheart?”
“Please, I can’t stand it.”
Watching her carefully, Dante trailed his fingers down over her abdomen to her smooth mound. He liked that a lot. Nothing to hide his view of the shining, swollen, wet pussy when he pushed the lace aside and dipped into it. “You’re so ready for me.”
“Yes.” Kat thrashed her head on his sleeping bag as he flicked her clit. “Please!”
“If I rush, how will you remember me?”
“I’ll remember. I promise I’ll remember you.”
He chuckled and let his lips follow the path his hand had taken. “I want you to remember everything about tonight. To miss me when I’m in far-off Texas or Portland.”
“I don’t know how exciting you think my love life is, but even if you stopped now, I’d never forget any part of this.”
He lifted his head, just short of the goal. “Want me to stop, then?”
She buried her fingers in his hair and stared him down. “Not if you want to live until morning.”
“Then lie back and let me pleasure you.” To his amazement, she dropped back onto the sleeping bag and let her knees fall to the sides. In the starlight, her tissues were darker than the surrounding skin and gleaming with moisture. Drawing a finger through her cream, he brought it to his lips and savored it. “You’re so sweet. I need more.”
He settled between her parted legs and inhaled her scent through the lacy panties, which he then removed, before pulling back just long enough to admire how she looked in the starlight. Pale skin, dark rosy nipples and the deep pink of her pussy were the only spots of color. The lavender again, clean and bright, as well as a sensual musk that clouded his senses. Dante opened his mouth and began to feast. He sucked her clit into his mouth and enjoyed how she jumped in response.
“So good,” she moaned, and he redoubled his efforts to bring her to overwhelming, fulfilling orgasm…but gradually. Her fingers tightened in his hair, stinging his scalp, but he didn’t let her rush him. Continuing to feast on her sweetness, he slid a finger through her juices and into her pussy, hooking it forward to catch on her G-spot on the way out. She was tight, but he added a second finger and glided them in and out, enjoying the way her walls clung to them. She whimpered and squirmed, and he nipped and licked and sucked, bit softly and started again until she was a molten puddle of writhing woman begging for release.
Then, he sucked hard and jammed a third finger into her pussy at the same time, and, screaming his name, she tumbled over into orgasm. Her pussy convulsed around his fingers, and he held them still, imagining what this would feel like when it was his cock. After a while her frantic motions slowed, but he didn’t let that stop him. He continued to mouth her even when she tried to drag his head away. No, he wanted more from her. He knew a woman so responsive could come more than once in a row, and he intended to see that she did. Sucking harder, he continued to finger fuck her while she went from protesting to quiescent to frantic again and came, shouting his name again.
While she lay recovering, he took advantage of the moment to stand and remove his shoes and socks then his jeans. He eased the waistband of his boxer briefs over his very rigid cock and stepped out of his underwear. She was so still, her eyes close, he almost offered to stop, but as he found a condom in his duffel, he realized, as long as she didn’t ask him to stop, he sure as hell didn’t want to. Kneeling beside her, he tore the packet with his teeth, but before he could roll it on, she took it from his hand. He looked down into eyes gray in the starlight, but he knew were really blue, and lost a bit more of his soul and what remained of his heart.
“Let me,” was all she said, but it was enough. He handed the package to her, and she set it down and turned on her side. Eyes fixed on his face, she closed her fist around his erection and squeezed. She pulled it toward her, licking her lips before closing them over him and tentatively licking the head. He groaned but didn’t stop her. He couldn’t. Not when one small hand caressed his heavy ball sac and the other pumped his cock below her mouth.
Dante buried his hands in her hair, much as she had his when he’d been doing the same to her. But where she’d held on for dear life, he used his hands to guide her, to direct her to take him deeper and set a rhythm. A rhythm he soon realized would send him over the edge in about ten point two seconds. But if felt so good when she let her hand fall away and took him deeply enough for the head to bump the back of her throat.
“Sweetheart, it kills me to say this, but you’ve got to stop. I don’t want to disappoint you by coming now when I’d rather be deep inside that sweet pussy of yours.” To his regretful relief, she eased back until his dick popped out of her mouth and into the cool air of the cab.
Luckily, she retained the presence of mind to retrieve the condom and roll it on, although the sensation of her fingers smoothing it over his erection nearly undid him. But she let her hands drop to the mattress and watched him as he took his place between her legs.
She looked so afraid, his eyes followed hers to his cock. He knew he was larger than average, but nothing that should terrify any woman.
“Sweetheart, am I your first?”
She scoffed, recovering some of her aplomb. “Of course not. I’ve just never seen…that is you’re…”
When she stopped, he picked up the thread. “I’m big, you mean? It’s okay. I’ll go slow, and I promise to make you feel good. I’ll make it my mission.”
“I’
m not afraid,” she murmured. “But wow.”
Wow. The first time he’d been described that way, and his male pride puffed up in response. “You’re very beautiful, you know,” he said, taking in every inch of her again. A soft smile turned up the corners of her lips, making her appear satisfied but not quite at the same time. Her legs moved closer together, and he stroked her inner thigh and dropped a kiss on her smooth, waxed mound. “Easy, sweetheart. Just let me take care of you.”
She whimpered but didn’t ask him to stop. Dante took that as encouragement and slipped them away then fitted the tip of his quivering, covered dick at her entrance. Lifting one of her legs at the knee, he rested it on his shoulder to open her wider.
“Ready?”
She bit her lip again and nodded, and, without giving her any more time to change her mind, he pushed into her. Just the head at first then a little more, easing back between each thrust until he was buried deep inside.
She was so hot, she almost burned him but also wet and slick and tight. So tight. He didn’t want to cause her pain, so he moved slowly, still, despite his body’s demands.
Her hips flared from her slender waist, making room for him to go deeper yet, filling her, welcoming the moans and gasps she made until, when his balls slapped against her bottom, he stopped and waited. She was so wet for him, he could have gone right on, but he wanted her to love it. To enjoy their first coming together. So he gritted his teeth and put her pleasure ahead of his own. If he died along the way, there was no helping it. He tried to think of other things and finally closed his eyes because, in the close dimness, all he could see was her. If he died before he came, that would be bad.
She fit him like a glove, like they were made for one another. When he thought he couldn’t stay in control another second, she wriggled impatiently under him and he shuddered, but retreated and thrust inside again, and again, building speed, savoring every moment.
Kat lifted her arms, and he bent lower to take possession of her lips. Her breasts with their pointy tips scraped against his chest, and he moved faster, his tongue plunging into her mouth in time with his hips rocking against hers, their panting breaths loud in the quiet. You couldn’t even hear the wind in the cab, he thought irrelevantly but admiringly.
Struggling to draw air into his lungs, he broke their kiss and braced his hands on either side of her, continuing to thrust into her tight heat. “Kat,” he gasped, “I’m so close. I can’t wait.”
“Go.” She threw her head back and keened a low cry that drove him over the edge and into ecstasy. Her channel rippled around him, milking him of every drop of his cum, filling the condom until he hoped it would hold. Nothing had ever felt so good, almost painful in its intensity.
“Kat. Kat…Kat.” The interior of the cab rang with his chanting of her name. He wanted it imprinted in his mind as he slowed and fell over her, braced to keep from squashing her. Despite her height, she was probably half his weight. Easing away, he dropped to the side and rolled off the condom. After tying a knot in the end, he deposited it in the litter bag he kept there, glanced at his phone screen, and lifted her onto his lap while he unzipped the sleeping bag and then laid her down on it. With them curled tight together, he was just able to close the bag around him.
She stirred. “My grandma is going to kill me for not showing up. I need to call.”
Smoothing her hair, he dropped a kiss on the shiny, fragrant locks. “No bars.”
“Then we should probably head back as soon as possible.” Kat snuggled against him again, belying her spoken intention to leave.
“No strength.” He tucked her even closer and cupped one breast, idly playing with the tip, which hardened under his thumb. “You took it all out of me, sweetheart. I need a short nap before I attempt to stand, much less drive this beast down to Cedar Valley. It wouldn’t be safe.”
“Mmm.” She wrapped her arm around his and yawned. “Safety first, right?”
Dante’s eyelids drooped. “Right. I’m all about the safety.”
“Well maybe a few minutes. Then we’ll go and apologize to Granddad and Grandma.”
“Yeah. Then we will.” Sleep tugged at him, and he rested his cheek against hers and let drowsiness take him. “A little…rest.”
Chapter Four
Dante snapped awake, unsure what had disturbed his sleep. He was in the cab of the truck, his sleeping bag around his ankles, pretty well where he’d found himself dozens of times in the last year. But something was different. Besides the fact he was naked, which was not how he normally slept when he parked in a truck stop or rest area. He always wore his boxer briefs and T-shirt.
Kat. Her image popped into his mind, and it all came flooding back. When he’d fallen asleep, however long ago, he’d had her tucked into his side. His bag still had a faint scent of lavender and a less faint odor of sex.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been out, but the full moon had risen over the mountains and the cab was nearly daylight bright. Bright enough to confirm none of her clothes were lying around. Scrambling into his own, he laced his boots and popped the door, pausing to grab something and stuff it in his pocket. He was concerned but not overly. Few people would be up here late at night and, sure enough, as he stepped onto the gravel, he saw her sitting on the low wall, her knees tucked up, arms wrapped around them. It was cold, but, at some point, the wind had died and the moon hung low in the sky to the southwest, big and heavy and yellow. Magic.
He moved up beside her, his boots crunching on the gravel announcing his presence. She didn’t turn around, but her low voice carried to him. “We could be anywhere. On another planet even. It could be a moon of Jupiter.”
Dropping a kiss on her hair, he followed her gaze into the valley below while stepping over the low wall. “Would you like it to be?”
“Well, what little girl doesn’t dream of being an astronaut? When I was very young, I used to study the star charts so I could find my way when I got my spaceship.”
He settled beside her and laid an arm over her shoulders, tugging her close. “What made you change your mind?”
“Mom and Dad. When they died, I didn’t care about things far away in the universe anymore. I just wanted to fix what happened. I mean, I was old enough to know they weren’t coming back, but I wanted to do something, you know? Maybe help some other little kids keep their mommy and daddy.” She drew a shuddering breath. “I don’t talk about it a lot, neither do my brother and sister, but the tragedy shaped our professional lives.”
“It must have about killed your grandparents.” He rubbed his palm up and down her arm, wanting to offer comfort but feeling so helpless. How could he ease her pain? He could not imagine what it must be like to lose her folks so young. His mom and dad were comfortably retired in San Antonio. They had hobbies and friends and favorite restaurants. They were so happy to see him when he visited, even if they did drive him just a little crazy fussing over him.
Like most parents.
And Kat had been denied that.
“Granddad told me once if they hadn’t had us to raise, Grandma would have lost her mind. None of our aunts and uncles could take us on right then, not all three of us, and they wanted to keep us together. So they stayed busy, but I heard her crying sometimes. I wanted to fix it.”
“You were a little girl.” Down below, only a few lights remained to light the dark valley floor. It must be pretty late.
“I was. But I’m not now.”
“So it was arson?” How would it affect a child to know her parents died of smoke or burns? He suppressed a shudder.
“Suspicious. There were a number of variables they couldn’t account for. When I’m on a site now, I always think, could I have done better?”
“Could you?” His hand tightened on her arm, and he forced it to loosen so he didn’t bruise her. Keeping her safe shouldn’t be painful. Not that she had asked him to do that..
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. The tech is better, and I think I’m
pretty good at what I do. But when I go back through the records, it’s almost as if someone was deliberately blocking the investigation. Not that it says that, but despite Granddad’s constant follow-up, things got lost. Reports. Evidence. I can’t even find anything to get DNA from.”
“I hate to say it,” he murmured, “but maybe it’s time to let it go? You do so much good for others, perhaps that has to be enough.”
She shrugged his arm off and stared at him, fire in her gaze. “I will never let it go. Not until whoever was responsible is punished or I can verify they are no longer on this Earth. But I hope they’re still around when I find out who they are. I want to face them in a courtroom. Me and Aiden and Brigit.”
He reached for her and pulled her stiffly against him again. “It’s okay. I would do the same. It’s just not good to be consumed by something so painful.”
She let out a sigh that shook her whole body. “I’m not, usually. Honest. I have plenty of other interests and, for that matter, cases. While I always have one eye out for something that might shed light on my family’s loss, I am very grateful to be able to ameliorate or sometimes even prevent another family’s.
“Just last week, the police picked up a man who had a can of gasoline and some other interesting things in his car because I found a single fingerprint at a site. He admitted later that he’d been on his way to burn down a library.” She turned to face him. “Can you imagine? A public library?”
“Huh. Any particular reason?”
“God told him to. Luckily, his book-hating God also told him never to lie, so he’ll be convicted based on his confession.”
“If he’s fit to stand trial.”
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