by Lynn LaFleur
The truck stopped, then that annoying beep-beep-beep sound flowed to her ears, a signal that whoever drove decided to put the truck in reverse. Talia flipped to her back and watched the sky disappear as the driver backed the truck into the garage bay.
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
She giggled. What a silly time to think of a nursery rhyme. She must be more tipsy than she’d thought.
The big garage door clanged shut. “I’ll walk out with you,” she heard Quade say.
“I gotta grab my leftovers from the fridge,” Dylan said. “Go ahead. I’ll finish locking up.”
“Okay. See you later.”
Silence, then she heard a door open and close. After that, lights began to go out over her head. She’d be completely in the dark soon if she didn’t let Dylan know she was here.
She scooted to the side of the truck and looked down. Dylan stood next to the set of light switches by the entrance to the kitchen. The remaining light shone on his head, highlighting his dark hair.
Damn, you are one fine-looking man. “Pssst.”
He froze, looked around him. “Is someone here?”
“Pssst!” She waved one hand to draw his attention. “Up here.”
His gaze swung her way. “Talia? What the hell are you doing up there?”
“I was sleeping until you moved the truck.”
“You were sleeping?”
“Yeah. And hiding from Royce. I think that guy is part octo … octo … that sea thing with all the arms.”
“Octopus.”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
She could see Dylan’s lips twitching. Shaking his head, he walked over to the ladder truck. “I think you’d better come down and let me take you home.”
“Nope. I like it up here.”
“Talia, you can’t stay up there all night.”
“Sure I can. Toss me a pillow and blankey and I’ll be all co-cozy.” She leaned a bit farther over the edge. The liquor she’d consumed gave her the courage to say exactly what she wanted to say. “I’d be even cozier with you up here with me under that blankey.”
“Not gonna happen.” He gave her a come-here motion with his fingers. “Time to go home.”
“Nope.” She flopped to her back, curved her arms beneath her head. “I’m staying here.”
“Talia. Don’t make me come up there.”
She grinned. As if his stern tone could scare her.
“Talia.”
“You want me down, you have to come get me.”
“Shit,” he muttered.
Talia’s grin widened when she heard his footsteps cross the floor. The stepladder on the side of the truck made a squeaking sound as he lowered it. His boots clomped on the ladder, then across the top of the truck until he leaned over her, a cross between a scowl and laughter on his face.
“You’re drunk.”
“I am not. I’m just tipsy.”
He held out one hand to her. “C’mon. I’ll take you home.”
“I told you, I’m not moving.”
Dylan blew out a breath. “Talia, I’m willing to carry you over my shoulder, but I don’t think your stomach or head would like that.”
He had a point. Her stomach gave a lurch at the thought of her hanging upside down in a fireman’s hold. “Not a good idea.”
“That’s what I thought, too.” He tugged her hands from beneath her head. “Let’s go.”
Instead of allowing him to pull her up, Talia gave a hard yank on his hands. He fell on top of her with a loud oomph.
“See?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Isn’t this better than getting down?”
He rose to his hands and knees, but she tightened her arms around his neck so he couldn’t go any farther. “Talia, it’s time to go.”
“Nope. I like it here.” She tugged on his neck, trying to bring his mouth closer to hers. “Kiss me, Dylan.”
“Talia, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I told you I’m not drunk. I know exactly what I’m doing.” All traces of humor disappeared from her voice. “I’ve wanted you from the first time I met you, Dylan. Please don’t turn me away again.”
“Talia, we—”
Her mouth cut off whatever he’d started to say. Finally, finally, she had her first taste of Dylan. A hint of spice mixed with a bit of wintergreen, as if he’d recently eaten a breath mint.
Delicious.
He grabbed her wrists, yanked them away from him, and held them tightly. “Stop it.”
His reluctance made her angry. She’d swallowed her last bit of pride and thrown herself at him, and he’d rejected her. Again. “Why? Why should I stop? Why don’t you want me?”
“I never said I don’t want you.”
“Then what is your problem?”
He hung his head, sighed heavily, then looked into her eyes again. “Talia, I can’t get involved with you. I can’t get involved with anyone.”
“Why not?” A sudden thought occurred to her, something she’d never considered. Perhaps he’d been injured and couldn’t get an erection. “Can’t you get hard?”
He barked out a laugh. “No, getting hard isn’t a problem. There are other, more complicated reasons why I can’t get involved with anyone.”
His hold had loosened on her wrists while they talked. She slipped them from his grip, ran her fingers into his hair. “There’s no involvement here, Dylan. There’s just you and me. I want you.” She tugged his head closer. “Don’t you want me?”
She covered his lips with hers in another kiss. She felt him tighten, as if he meant to pull away from her again. Then, suddenly, a low moan came from deep in his throat and he kissed her back.
Heaven.
Dylan lifted his head. He caressed her cheek with one thumb. “Yes, I want you,” he whispered. “But you aren’t acting like the Talia I know. I think the liquor is talking for you, and I don’t want you to regret anything tomorrow.”
His obvious concern made her fall even more in love with him. “I promise you, Dylan, I won’t regret anything tomorrow.”
His gaze slowly swept over her face as he continued that hypnotic glide on her cheek with his thumb. When it passed over her mouth, she parted her lips and touched it with the tip of her tongue.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said in a husky voice.
This time, he kissed her. Talia’s head spun, but not from the alcohol. She’d waited two years to experience Dylan’s kiss. He caressed her lips softly at first, but his kiss soon turned deeper, more passionate. He slipped one arm beneath her, one leg between hers. She could feel the firm bulge of his cock against her hip.
He definitely had no problem getting hard.
The ten-inch difference in their heights didn’t matter when he held her so close to him. Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, just as Talia knew they would.
She suspected they would fit even better together when they removed their clothes.
Dylan abruptly ended the kiss, pulled away from her, and sat up with his back to her. “Shit,” he mumbled as he drove both hands into his hair. “We can’t do this, Talia. I can’t do this.”
No way was he going to kindle a spark and douse the flame instead of fanning it to life. “Yes, you can.” Grabbing the back of his T-shirt, she jerked him down to the truck on his back. She would’ve smirked over the surprised look on his face if she hadn’t been so hungry for his taste. Before he had the chance to respond, she climbed on top of him and kissed him again.
It pleased her to hear him groan. It pleased her even more to feel his arms wrap tightly around her. She didn’t waste time with soft kisses, but dove right into ravishment. She moved her mouth one way, then the other, taking everything she could from Dylan’s mouth.
Kissing him had to be one of the sweetest things on Earth and she hated to stop, but they wore way too many clothes. After giving him one more drugging kiss, she sat up, straddled his hips. His hard shaft pressed ag
ainst her pussy. Staring into his eyes, she began to unbutton her blouse.
His gaze dropped to follow the movement of her fingers. When she freed the last button, she unfastened the tie at her waist, let the blouse slip off her shoulders. Dylan laid his hands on top of her thighs and squeezed.
Talia had a weakness for pretty lingerie. Her bra and panties set today consisted of mostly sage-green lace with just enough satin to hold the lace in place. She knew Dylan could easily see her nipples through her bra, even in the dim lighting.
She unhooked the front fastening of her bra, tossed it to land on her blouse. Dylan drew in a sharp breath through his nose. “Damn.”
Talia had always wished for bigger breasts, but Dylan didn’t seem to mind their small size. He cradled them in his palms, scraped his thumbs across the nipples. “Perfect,” he whispered.
His compliment made her feel perfect. Needing some of his clothes off now, she pushed up his T-shirt to under his arms. Dylan lifted his torso a few inches off the truck, enough to let her pull the shirt over his head. It landed somewhere in the vicinity of her clothes.
She’d seen Dylan without a shirt many times at the fire hall. She’d never seen him this close, or had the chance to touch his bare skin. She did so now, running her fingers across his collarbone, his pecs, down the center of his stomach, to his navel. The light dusting of dark brown hair tickled her fingertips.
“I can’t believe I’m finally touching you.”
Dylan couldn’t believe it either. He should stop this before it went any further. Talia’s bravery had to come from the vodka. He couldn’t equate the sweet, easygoing woman he knew with the temptress who dragged her fingernails down the center of his torso. He hissed at the slight bite of pain.
Her lips curved up in a siren’s smile. “I like scratching.”
“Good to know,” he managed to rasp. He had a difficult time concentrating with her hands on him, much less saying no to something so pleasurable. The warmth of her pussy covering his cock felt wondrous because he wanted her so much, and also torturous because he knew he shouldn’t have her.
It would be easier if he could think of Talia as just a lay. Not happening. He cared deeply about her and would never intentionally do anything to hurt her. The bliss they’d achieve having sex wouldn’t accomplish anything other than making their hormones do a happy dance.
His hormones really wanted to do that happy dance.
She scooted back on his thighs, unfastened his belt buckle, and released the button at the waistband of his jeans. The rasp of the zipper sounded loud in the quiet garage. Dylan hissed when her soft hand slipped inside his briefs. His eyes drifted closed at the intense pleasure.
He’d hungered for her touch for two long years. He didn’t want to deny himself—or Talia—any longer.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered.
“Yeah.” His voice sounded like a frog croaking. He couldn’t be expected to speak correctly when Talia had her hand wrapped around his dick.
She scooted back a few more inches, taking his jeans and briefs with her until his bare cock lay on his stomach. She ran her hands all the way up to his shoulders, then down to caress his thighs. Dylan had almost reached the point of begging her to touch his cock again, when she did exactly that. Wrapping one hand around it, she pulled it straight up. Happy to let her do whatever she wanted, he folded his arms beneath his head and watched her.
“Do you like me touching you?”
“Yeah. Very much.”
“What about if I …” She swiped her tongue across the head. “Lick you?”
“Sweetheart, there isn’t a man alive who doesn’t love to have his cock licked.”
She grinned at his comment before she dragged her tongue down the entire length, from the crown to the base. She repeated her action from base to crown, then took the head in her mouth.
“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered. Talia’s mouth felt like a wet furnace. Heat and moisture engulfed his flesh. He arched his hips off the truck, trying to capture even more of the delicious sensation.
“I guess you do like this.” Her tongue swirled around the crown, the same way she would lick an ice cream cone. “I like it, too.”
This time when she dragged her tongue down his length, she swept it across his balls before she nuzzled them with her nose.
“I love the way you smell.”
The combination of abstinence and her expert mouth drove up his desire the highest he thought it had ever been. He had to have more of her. Now.
Dylan rose enough to grab her upper arms and pull her on top of him. Holding the back of her head, he urged her closer for a long, deep kiss.
Still holding her, still kissing her, he rolled them over so she lay on her back. The feel of the zigzag pattern in the truck’s surface had him reaching for their shirts to place under her to protect her skin.
Having his jeans and briefs halfway down his thighs made moving difficult. Dylan quickly removed them, along with his socks and shoes, and helped Talia slip the clothing under her butt and legs. Once satisfied she wouldn’t be poked by the design, he moved over the top of her again.
Her lips parted beneath his, her tongue dueled with his. Dylan filled his hands with her breasts while he made love to her mouth. Somehow during their shifting of positions, she’d lost her sandals. Her bare heels pressed into his ass as she hunched her pussy against his cock over and over.
A few more moments of her movements and Dylan would lose it long before he wanted to. He kissed her once, twice, then rose to his knees between her legs. The elastic waistband in her capris made it easy for him to tug them off, and her panties. He touched the mound of her bare cunt with his fingertips.
“So pretty.” One finger slid between the feminine lips to find them slick with her cream. “Now it’s my turn to lick.”
5
Talia let her eyes drift closed, lost in the pleasure of Dylan’s touch. Only one finger caressed her, but that one finger did more to her than other men had done with a whole hand. Two hands. And a mouth. And a penis.
Being in love made all the sensations brighter, more intense.
Her eyes popped open when she felt his warm breath on her pussy. He continued the caressing with his finger while he blew on her clit. Talia spread her legs wider apart, wanting more of the delicious foreplay.
He kissed the inside of each thigh. “I love the way you smell, too.”
An orgasm loomed, ready to rush through her body with the slightest graze to her clit. Instead of the direct stroke she needed, Dylan continued to rub her juices all over her labia. She opened her mouth, ready to give him detailed instructions of what she wanted, when he plunged two fingers into her channel.
The climax shot out from her core to her limbs and back again before she could even draw a breath. Stars flashed behind her eyelids. Completely taken by surprise, she couldn’t speak or think clearly. She’d never come so quickly in her life.
Leaving his fingers inside her, Dylan leaned over and braced himself on his elbow. “Your pussy walls are milking my fingers.”
“No shit.”
He burst out laughing. Talia would’ve laughed with him, but she didn’t have the strength.
He leaned closer, until their lips almost touched. “I like that you come so quickly.”
“I don’t usually do that.”
“Yeah?” A smug grin spread across his lips.
“Don’t get cocky.”
“Sorry.”
His grin faded, but she could still see the twinkle of humor in his eyes.
His fingers began to slowly move in and out of her again. “How do you feel about multiple orgasms?”
“I think they’re lovely, but I rarely have them.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to work a little harder, huh?”
Before she could respond, he kissed her. She’d already felt as if her bones had melted with her orgasm. Adding his kiss to the mix made her even weaker. But not so weak that she couldn’t
respond to the delightful thing his long fingers did inside her. He pumped them in and out, then curled them and rubbed her G-spot. Talia began to move her hips in the same rhythm as his caresses—sometimes side to side, sometimes up and down, depending on what he did with his fingers.
He kissed his way to her breasts as his thumb joined in the play. It flicked her clit while his tongue flashed over her nipples. Talia could hear the wet, sucking sounds his fingers made as they moved in and out of her channel.
“Mmm, love how wet you are. I think I need a taste.”
He pulled his fingers from her, lifted them to his mouth. Staring into her eyes, he thoroughly licked every bit of her juices from the two digits.
That had to be one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen.
“Just as delicious as I suspected you’d be.”
He rubbed her pussy again, raised his fingers to his mouth for a second taste. The third time he gathered her juices, he held his fingers in front of her lips.
“Taste yourself for me.”
Holding his hand, she stared into his eyes as she ran her tongue over his fingers. Heat blazed in his blue irises, his nostrils flared. He leaned over and gave her the most passionate kiss she’d received from him. His lips coaxed, his tongue stroked. He pulled her lower lip between his teeth before he covered her mouth with his again.
Talia tunneled her hands into his hair, kissed him harder. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pumped her mound against his cock. Two seconds from reaching between them and guiding his cock inside her, Dylan ended their kiss.
“No fucking yet,” he said as though he’d read her mind. He nipped the side of her neck, the point of her chin. “I’m not through tasting you.”
He settled on his stomach between her legs and began to lick her … slow, gentle strokes of his tongue that caressed her clit and feminine folds. She propped herself on her elbows so she could watch him. With his hands beneath her ass, tilting up her pelvis, she could see his tongue moving over her flesh. He stared into her eyes as he made love to her with his mouth.
