CHAPTER 6
With stars spattering the sky above her, Rae followed Travis as he led her to the inside of the truck, his gaze following her with each step he took backward. He moved in the same manner that he had that night ten years ago. It’d been here, right as the movie started, that he told Rae that he was moving to New York to pursue his dream. There’d been laughter and joy. There’d been tears. But there’d also been so much more. Something that had affected her in ways she couldn’t have imagined. The way he’d touched her that night and the way he looked at her were imprinted on her mind. That was the look, the feeling she’d measured every man against since—and was why she remained single.
No one compared. Not a single man. No one ever cared about her like Travis had.
Once he reached the truck’s door, he smiled. “Just like before?”
“Just like before,” she whispered, feeling the heat rising within.
His playful smile remained as he dropped to one knee, and the light from the truck spilled out into the night. With his heated eyes on her, he slowly ran his hands up her bare legs, dragging the heat of his touch upwards. “Is this what you remember?” He tucked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down. “Me, touching you like this?”
She nodded and shivered as Travis turned on the switch and focused all his blisteringly hot attention on her. She stepped out of her panties and said, “You look different now.”
“How so?” he asked softly.
“Stronger. Sexier.”
The lust in his eyes stole her breath. The promise in their depths doused her in need.
“Ah, baby, I like when you look at me like that.” He rose and stepped closer, his hard chest to her soft breasts. “Because I want you just as much.” He pressed his hand against her back, pulling her to him. “Every kiss. Every touch. Every moan you ever gave to me. It’s all there in my mind, Rae.”
She gave a breathy gasp as his hard cock pressed against her belly, and her chest rose and fell in anticipation. He slid a hand across her cheek and licked his lips, brushing his thumb across the soft flesh before he sealed his mouth across hers. His kiss held the same desperation she’d sensed back then. The desire to keep hold of something, but the reality that he had to let it go. His mouth was firm, his tongue was hot, slowly stroking hers, making her ache to feel that tongue between her thighs, and she grabbed his shirt, desperately needing to get closer.
His chuckle shivered across her. “Can’t wait?”
“Don’t make me,” she breathed.
He leaned away, once again dragging his thumb across her bottom lip. Eyes on her, he watched her, and she watched him right back, any barriers between them now gone, only their lustful intentions between them now.
The voices from the movie carried over the hot, dry air, but she’s wasn’t thinking about the film. She was only thinking of him. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was about that night before he left that had made their sex so incredible. Maybe it was the intensity they’d felt knowing he was leaving, or maybe it was something else entirely.
He climbed onto the bench seat in his truck, pulling her up to straddle his waist, and that’s when she wondered if it was the tightness of the space that made this so intense, so intimate. There was nowhere else to look but right at him. They were as close as they could possibly get, with nothing between them, not even their secrets. They’d bared it all to each other a long time ago.
Sitting atop him, she reached over and shut the door, the voices outside turning muffled now. The light from the movie glowed through the back windshield as she cupped his face and brought her mouth to his. The odd, unexplainable attraction between them created energy she couldn’t control. The same chemistry she’d sought to find with someone else and simply couldn’t.
Below her, and between her thighs, she felt his fingers unhooking his belt. She rose on her knees, getting out of his way and angling her head against the roof. His lips continued their dance against hers as he pushed his jeans down to his knees. Growing more and more impatient, she sucked on his tongue and bit his bottom lip. She was already so wet and warm, eager to have him.
He gave a guttural moan, urging her on, and she slid her lips to his neck, slowly swirling her tongue up his salty flesh, nibbling on his ear the way he used to like. When he groaned deeply, she used her teeth to bite the sensitive flesh.
“Baby girl…” His throaty moan clenched her sex, as one of his hands cupped her nape, pressing her against him, telling her he wanted more of her mouth.
While she was changing the game, doing something she hadn’t done that night ten years ago in the truck, she slid off his lap and gave him a quick smile before she glanced down. His cock jutted rock-hard before her, awaiting her. “This needs to go,” she said, reaching for his shirt. He had it off a second later, and she began tracing her hands over his chest and down his six-pack abs until she reached the V where she found his erect dick. She grabbed him and stroked, and then she took him into her mouth, right to the hilt.
“Damn,” he drawled, stiffening beneath her.
She peeked up at him, finding his head back against the headrest, eyes closed. Determined to please him in the same way he’d pleased her, she got right to it. She slid her mouth up and down over his shaft, her hand following behind. Sometimes, she licked him. Other times, she stroked him. But she didn’t stop, she kept going, working him over, tasting him, pleasuring him. The sucking noises began to mix with his moans, while his hand came to the top of her head.
His fingers tightened in her hair, his fist growing tighter and tighter until, suddenly, he grabbed her head, stopping her. “That’s not how that night ended,” he said with a laugh, taking her arms and moving her back to straddle him.
“Not a bad way to end the night, however.” She smirked.
“The most incredible way to end, I’m sure, but that’s not what you wanted.” He reached between them now, his fingers stroking her wet sex, focusing only on her hot slit for a moment before he concentrated on her clit, working the little bud with swirls of his finger until she gasped in desperation against his mouth, quivering with the tickling pleasure.
His fingers worked back up her body and threaded into her hair, and she gasped as he fisted his hand, locking onto her. He angled her head so that he could whisper throatily in her ear, “Give me something pretty to look at, Rae.”
She shivered, never hearing that line before. The younger version of him would have never been so bold. She backed away, watching him grab his wallet off the seat beside him as he took out a condom. While he opened the wrapper, she kept her eyes on him and reached up and pulled the front of her summer dress down, exposing her breasts, showing herself off to him in a bold way that the younger version of her would have been too embarrassed to do.
Not anymore. She squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples, moaning with each and every tug.
Heat infused his eyes as he watched her. No, as he studied her, while he rolled the condom onto his hard cock. With a growl that sounded more animal than human, his hands were threaded into her hair again, his eyes gazing deeply into hers, nothing between them. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”
She smiled. “Do you have any idea how sweet you are?”
“I mean it, Rae.” He backed away, leaning his head against the headrest, watching her tweak her nipples. “I’ve been around the world and back again”—he lifted a hand to the curve of her breast and squeezed, massaging underneath while she played and shivered—“but I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as what I’m looking at right now.”
She parted her lips to respond, but his lips sealing over her taut nipple stole the words. He swirled his tongue around the bud before sucking it deep into the roof of his mouth, over and over again, until she was left gasping and wiggling against him.
That’s when she found him.
The tip of his cock pressed against her slit, and she didn’t wait, she slid down onto him, taking him in deep. Their low moans filled the truck as she began slowly working over him, up and down, taking him in as deep as she could. His growls of pleasure shivered across her as he gathered up her dress and then reached behind her, lifting the fabric and tucking it into the back. Ass exposed, he slid his hands from her bottom to her back beneath her bra, then down again. With each shift of her hips, he groaned deliciously, and soon, she began moving a little bit faster.
His head rested against the headrest, and he watched her take him. Those bedroom eyes of his showed nothing but an affection that was as real as it was true. Gazing into those eyes, shields she didn’t know were there started to crack, and feelings she didn’t know were bandaged began to bleed.
Tears sprang to her eyes, and as one leaked out, he grabbed her waist with one hand, keeping her pressed tightly against him. The other came to her face and brushed the tear away. “Now what are those about?” he asked softly.
This wasn’t her. She wasn’t the emotional one. “It feels….”
“It feels what?”
“I don’t know how we get this so right and yet…”
His eyes locked fiercely onto hers and softened. “We also get it so very wrong.”
Another tear leaked from her eye, and he watched it travel down her cheek before he leaned up and a kissed it away. “Just be here, for as long as we can. That’s what I want, Rae. I want you present. I want the side of you that isn’t planning, who isn’t thinking of what if’s, who’s just with me. Here. Now. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she whispered, somehow seeing so much of herself in Travis’s eyes.
He fought emotion, she saw that across his expression, as he gripped her bottom, helping her rock back and forth. She placed her hands against the back of the seat and started shifting her hips, until neither of them was talking anymore. But she didn’t have to hear the words coming from his mouth; she could see what he wanted to say in his eyes. All the barriers around the emotional lines she didn’t want to cross came tumbling down around them as she pressed her lips against his. This wasn’t heat, wasn’t lust, it was so much more than that. Desire…
Love…
“Oh, God,” she whispered, as he gripped one breast and nipped the taut bud.
Then she let it all go. She lost ten years’ worth of cravings on his body, wildly riding him, bouncing up and down, sliding on his cock in perfect rhythm, taking him how she’d dreamed of taking him in her fantasies. She wasn’t a young girl anymore, and she showed him without words how much she’d missed him. His constant, low groans encouraged her, and as he placed his head between her breasts, grunting with the force of her inner walls tightening around him, she slammed down on him harder.
The sweet pleasure was rising, and she bounced, hard and fast atop him. Sweat slid down her back as she gripped the seat behind them and worked herself over him more feverishly, her moans becoming faster, closer together. But then he grabbed her ass and took control, grinding her against him, and she moaned louder and louder, her hand now pressed against the back windshield.
“Travis,” she screamed, breaking apart around him.
“Rae,” he roared, bucking and jerking beneath her, somehow merging the past and present into one.