Excitement bubbled in Natalie’s stomach. She willed Aaron’s truck to move faster. She wanted his arms around her again, his lips against her skin. Even better than that was the fact that he needed her touch as well.

Before they’d been rudely interrupted, every kiss had held a promise that their pasts could fade away as long as they were together. They needed this.

She wiggled in her seat again. Her panties were so wet they were uncomfortable. She wished she knew for certain if he took them off that she wouldn’t end up where he’d been a few hours before.

“You okay, baby?” He squeezed her hand as open fields full of cornstalks flew past the windows.

“Not really.”

“What’s wrong? Need me to stop?”

“Don’t stop. Get there faster.”

His right eyebrow ticked upwards. He glanced at her. “You wet for me, baby?”

“Yes.” Her vow was a half-whispered plea.

Another one of those hungry groans filled the truck. He slowed down. She huffed out her frustration. “I’m gonna take good care of you, sweetheart. I swear to you. I’m gonna make everything feel better. Do you know who owns this land?”

Furrowing her brow she studied the surrounding cornfields. They were almost to the railroad tracks that ran behind the one road that made up Pleasant Glen. “This is Kilroy land.”

“Any of the Kilroy boys go wandering around in their fields at night?”

“Are you asking if they’d care if we park out here for a little while?”

He nodded.

“Tucker has been Luke’s best friend since they were in kindergarten. He wouldn’t care if I was out here no matter what I was doing.”

There was a slip of land between two fields. The corn was almost ready to be harvested. It was taller than the truck. Aaron expertly hid them away. She launched herself into his lap.

“Nat, baby, you are driving me wild.” He had her shirt unbuttoned in three seconds flat. A confidence she only felt when she was on top of a horse surged through her. Her brain and her body aligned for once in her life. The fear slipped further away. She couldn’t even access it.

Rising up on her knees she pressed her crotch to his and slid down against the fierce rigidity of his cock. Pleasure sizzled from her clit outward. Another surge of wet heat coated the lips of her pussy. “Oh God,” whimpered from her much too loudly.

“Feels good doesn’t it, baby?” He popped the snap of her jeans and lowered the zipper. “My God, you are soaking wet. So needy. It hurts doesn’t it? Can I touch you, Nat? Can I make it feel better?”

“Yes, now.” Pride and need welled in her soul. She wasn’t afraid.

His fingertips tenderly traced along the top of her panties. A shiver worked through her.

“Let me feel how wet you are for me.”

Her breath stalled in her lungs. She writhed against him. Longing clawed under her skin. The air around her took on her frantic pulse. He teased at the curls covering her mound. She rose up on her knees again. His tender touches zinging through her until she was dizzy with need. Finally, mercifully, his fingers circled her clit giving her sweet relief.

His cock throbbed against her. She needed more. The emptiness physically hurt. It burned. She needed to be filled.

“Aaron, please.”

He growled out his pleasure. “Tell me what you need.”

“Please, please.” She wasn’t certain what to ask for. “More.”

She rose up on her knees again. His fingertips traced lower, exploring her lips. They felt swollen against his touch. Pressing against her clit with the palm of his hand, he gently slicked two fingers at her opening. “So fucking wet. My God, honey. You are ready aren’t you?”

“Please.” She gripped his shirt and scratched at his chest seeking anything to cling to. He dipped one finger deep within her. Her body cinched around him as she bucked.

“Look at me,” he demanded. The commanding thrum of his voice pushed her closer to the edge.

Her eyes fluttered open. Primal urgency blazed in his gaze. It burned away her ability to think at all. “You want more, honey? Tell me. You’re so fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her mind scrambled. Whatever he’d offered she wanted. “Yes,” flew from her lips. He opened her wider. Her body rejoiced. The pressure increased, coiling constantly behind her mound. He pressed deeper, taking more.

His lips latched around her right nipple under the lace of her bra. She whimpered as he sucked. The ministrations of his mouth made her raw. She understood. The pain registered instantly as pleasure.

Some sound she didn’t understand shattered through his masculine moans.

“What…?” she tried to determine what was ringing.

“Right here, baby. Keep your eyes on me. Let me give you what you need.”

Another grind. She walked a cliff of arousal. Afraid to fall. Afraid not to. She shook. The pressure mounted until she was certain she could feel it all the way up to her eyeballs. “That’s it. Let it feel so good for me.”

The ringing increased in volume. It was ceaseless. She stopped moving. “What if…?”

“Come on, Nat. Ignore it,” he demanded.

She couldn’t. The texts alerts on his phone came between every ring. “What if someone needs you?”

“You’re the only one I give a damn about, baby.” Frustration ground in his voice.

“Check that.” She stopped altogether, shuddering as he eased his fingers away.

“Whoever the fuck this is I’m going to kill them.” He jerked his phone off of the console. “What?” he seethed.

But a moment later the frustration melted from his face. Concern replaced it. His jaw tensed with every “Uh-huh,” he spoke. “I’ll be right there.”

“Who was that?”

Still unable to process much beyond the fact that he’d had Natalie ten seconds away from an orgasm, Aaron cranked the truck. The musk of her arousal clung to his fingers. God, when he got Griff and T out of whatever fucking trouble they were in, he was going to kill them.

“Aaron?” she was frantic with worry now.

Trying to come up with something to tell her that wasn’t a complete lie, he drew a deep breath only serving to bring more of her flavors to his nostrils. “Uh, it was T. Remember they had a thing they were doing tonight?”

“Oh my God. They’re hurt aren’t they? They got caught or something. I had a bad feeling as soon as T said that.”

“They’re not caught, but T is hurting. Things didn’t go quite the way they’d planned though. I need to go pick them up.”

“I’m going with you.”

Given the fact that T was currently hiding in Moorer’s woods behind the library in Pleasant Glen and couldn’t find Griff there was no way that was happening. “No, you’re not. I’m taking you home.” The long way since Sheriff Wilheim is apparently camped out in the library parking lot with his lights on. He couldn’t let her see that.

“What if you get hurt? I can’t… You have to take me with you.”

“Baby, I can’t take you with me. I’m sorry.”

“But I won’t know if you’re okay.”

Once again the remnants of his heart swelled in his chest. For a second, they almost felt whole. Sweet angel. No one had ever worried over him like this except maybe his foster parents. “I’ll be fine, sweetheart. I’ll call you when I find them and get them out.”

“You don’t even know where they are?” Her voice rose several octaves.

“I’ll find them.”

“You better call me and come to my house when you’re done so I know you’re okay. I want to see you so you don’t just say you’re okay if you aren’t.”

“I promise, and Nat, I’m sorry this night sucked.”

“It didn’t. I loved most of it, just not this part. Are you sure you’re okay to go help them? Maybe Voodoo or Echo should go. Won’t that remind you of…?”

“I’ll be fine.”