Chapter Eleven
The door closed, and Tracy turned around, sure that this was a very bad idea. Yet her heart sang to her about fresh starts and letting go of the past and it was her heart that she chose to listen to.
She drew him into the trailer. Of course, he had to duck, and she hid a smile. He was such a giant. Her giant. The door closed behind him, a soft snick that seemed to echo in the tiny space. She caught her breath as he stepped in close, his fingers touching her cheek in the barest of caress, his eyes full of questions. She inhaled, shaky and uncertain, her senses full of all that was him. His scent wrapped around her. She felt his warmth without even needing to touch his skin. Or maybe that was her own heat, her own need, reflecting back at her.
His fingertips upon her skin, tracing the delicate cord of her neck, was homecoming. Yes, this…this touch she had missed. She almost expected to see sparks in the wake of his passing, so electrified was her skin where he’d touched. Without realizing she’d moved, she pressed into him, her hands on Hoodoo’s chest, caressing him through the shirt. His chest, so broad and firm felt like a wall beneath her hands. She traced the muscles in shy wonder, her hands remembering a path she’d thought she’d forgotten. He reached behind her head and cupped a large hand there, bracing her as he leaned down and took her lips with his, rough and hard. His other hand fell down her back caressing and stroking, lingering at her ass, and moving finally down to her thigh. She raised it under his lead and hooked her leg around his.
His lips whispered a question against her lips, and for a moment she drew back, wondering at the uncertainty she thought she heard there.
Her hands framed his face, so that she might look into his eyes, seeing for the first time the shadows there. Had she truly hurt him so badly as all that? “Yes, I’m sure,” she whispered, her heart breaking. Wise idea or no, she would have no regrets for this night. Let them both start fresh then, if they could.
With the decision made, desire, which until now had been banked – a fire smoldering in her innermost core, erupted into wild passion. Suddenly, her fingers itched for the feel of his skin, the ripple of his muscle under her. There was no more time for doubts, for questions. He was there, in her arms, and she in his. They had here, now. There was only this moment, and she seized it, yanking his shirt up over his head although he had to bend for her to reach high enough to get it off. They were laughing by the time she had him untangled from the soft fabric of the t-shirt, and it took a moment of breathless wonder where she just stared at the luscious display of muscle, noting the new tattoos spreading out over his shoulder, a dragon that crept up his back, the wings disappearing beneath his hair, claws raking his collarbone, a great serpentine head descending down toward his throat. It was utterly magnificent.
“Whoa….” She traced the delicate scales with her fingers and then lips, and raised her eyes to his, to gauge his reaction.
His lips parted, and his body jerked beneath her touch. He breathed a little more rapidly and she could see the smoldering darkness within his eyes. He wanted her, and it was a heady feeling. She bit the dragon’s claw and let her lips meander, exploring, tasting the manliness of him. She could feel his reaction against her thigh and she pressed closer into him, grinding her body into his.
Considering her head came well below his chin, it would seem that he would have to almost kneel to wrap her in his arms, but they were long enough to grasp her tightly, hooking his hands under her and pulling her to him. He did bend slightly to connect his mouth on hers and explore her lips and tongue with his. It was heaven, and she devoured his lips with her own, unable to get enough of him, only parting when it became absolutely necessary to breathe, and only then to draw her head back to catch her breath for the barest of moments before diving in again for more, reaching up and grasping the back of his head to pull him closer. She pressed him against her, trying to wrap herself around him or him around her. Moving together, grinding against each other, hands exploring and caressing and feeling each other. He moved under her shirt and ran his large, calloused hands up her back, sending electric jolts through her.
She shivered at his touch and although there still remained a tiny part of her that screamed that she shouldn’t be doing this, that they’d already gone through this and that it was a mistake, her body wouldn’t listen to reason, wouldn’t respond to her silent warnings. It was too busy responding to him. She melted into the caress and when he pulled her shirt off, she reached around to unsnap the bra, wanting, no…needing the touch of skin to skin.
She fought against the belt, pulling and twisting to free it, to gain access to the button on his jeans. She pulled the pants to her, sliding the fingers of one hand down the front of his jeans and feeling the course, thick hair against her fingers. The other hand unsnapped the button and tore down the zipper.
Even the voice of reason fell silent as his pants fell to the floor and the prize she’d sought presented itself through the fabric of his underwear. Hoodoo was somewhat less restrained and picked her up in his arms. The fact that inside of the trailer was not quite tall enough for his tall frame precluded lifting her too high, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and they held there for a time, simply reveling in the touch, the closeness, the smells and tastes and sounds of each other. This is what she’d missed, more than she’d let herself realize.
The she arched her neck as he ran his lips down her nape and headed to the hollow of her throat. He set her down and braced himself to kick off his boots and she quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants as he stepped free of his.
The erection, finding no resistance in the thin fabric of his underwear made her smile. It rose, eager to be freed. It had been too long since they had been together, and there had been no one since him. She wanted him inside of her. She reached for his shorts, but he was quicker. He grabbed the jeans and her panties in a single handful and tore them down her legs while she squealed with delight and just about fell over when she realized that she wasn’t going to get them off over her boots, and unlike him, hers were laced and tightly tied. She decided to not wait and grabbed the strained cloth of his shorts and pulled, freeing him to her view.
He was beautiful, like something a sculptor would create. She ran her hands down over the tight abs, following the thin line of hair that coursed down, not lingering, but grabbing his roughly, hard, in her fist and holding him tightly. He gasped, and she delighted in the sound, giving an experimental tug to see if he would do it again. He grinned, finding his retaliation in strong fingers that grabbed her ass, squeezing her cheeks and parting them. It put a pressure on her sex, it opened her to his grasp and she moaned and reached for his mouth with hers, kissing him hard, passionately as she stroked him. Her hand moved and cupped his balls, holding them as he lay against her wrist.
He picked her up and looked around. There were two steps to the so-called “bedroom,” an area that sat above the bed of the truck. Here there was queen-sized bed and his face broke into a great, near-feral grin. He scooped her up as though she weighed no more than a doll and carefully threaded them both through the opening as she giggled and kicked her feet like a mermaid.
He lay her on the bed and took one of her legs to move it to the side and discovered her dilemma. He pulled the pants and underwear aside to expose the boots and with eager fingers pulled the laces free of her left leg. The boot, once removed, flew out of the bedroom door and she heard a muted crash from somewhere in the kitchen area.
She expected him to turn his attention to the other, but Hoodoo’s patience was clearly at an end. He pulled her legs apart and leaned over her, his shaft lying on her belly. As he kissed her neck and again worked his way down her body to her breasts, it caressed her, too, with a promise of things to come, but when he drifted between her moist folds, he kept going, his hardness lost on the bed. His lips, however, did not stop, nor did they miss any inch of her as they traced her form.
He suckled each breast, getting the nipples hard and firm and finally reached the heated warmth between her thighs, finding the sweetest spot of all with his mouth. She gasped and arched and pressed his head to her, as his fingers found and parted each delicate fold, to be explored with lips and tongue until she screamed his name, her head rocking back and forth on the pillow in frantic enjoyment. When he rose and put himself at her sex, she nearly climbed on him, pulling him into her and digging her nails into his back.
He took her, or she him. They rolled together, gasping, reaching. Somehow they wound up with him lying on his back and she riding him, although she had to hunch over somewhat as the ceiling was so near. This brought a hilarity of its own, and in laughter they came, finding release together, throbbing and pulsing, breath hot and burning against throats strained from crying out in orgasm, in triumph, and resolution.
In the end, it was she who collapsed on him, shuddering and spasming, her head resting on chest that she might feel the wild pounding of his heart against her cheek as they both tried to get their breath back.
“God, I missed you.”
Tracy couldn’t have said for sure which one of them said it. Hoodoo’s arm wrapped around her, pulling her close as she got caught up in the wonder of what they had just done…and in the regret that she’d moved so readily down the exact same path that had brought them so much heartache before.