She studies my face like she’s searching for something, then her hand settles on my arm. Slowly, her thumb moves along my skin.
“You planning on behaving tonight?” she asks coyly.
“No,” I reply honestly.
Her mouth curves. “Good.” She leans across the console and kisses me. The kiss starts softly, carefully.
Then her fingers curl into the front of my shirt and pull me closer. The heat between us spikes fast. My hand finds her waist. I pull her across the seat until she’s straddling my lap.
“Becs,” I mutter as she laughs against my mouth.
“Relax,” she teases.
Easy for her to say, my heart is pounding like I’m sixteen again.
Her fingers slide through my hair. My hand moves along her leg. The bare skin there sends a shock through my system.
She shivers. “Sam.”
Not a warning, a request.
I shift my attention lower, kissing along her jaw, her neck. Her breath catches as my hand drifts along the inside of her thigh, repeating the same motions she gave me in the stadium. The sound she makes stops my brain for a second.
The parking lot noise fades behind us, and I send a silent thank-you to my past self for tinting my windows when I got the truck. I trace my fingers over her panty-covered pussy, feeling how wet she already is. The world shrinks down to her breathing, her hands gripping my shoulders, the quiet sounds she tries to swallow.
“Babe,” I say, making her open her eyes. They are glassy, and I feel her hips unconsciously moving against my fingers, seeking more pressure.
“Are you sure?”
It would kill me to stop, but I will if she doesn’t want this. That isn’t what tonight is about.
“Yes, please, Sam, I need you,” she pleads.
Her words are my undoing as I slide my fingers under her panties and into her tight pussy. We both groan at the contact.
“You never have to beg for it, baby, but it does sound so good from your pretty lips.” I sink deeper inside her, hitting the spot I know drives her nuts. Becca arches her back at the sensation, but I pull her in closer.
“No. Stay close to me. Can’t have you falling back against the horn, letting everyone know what I’m doing to you right now.” Her eyes open wide as she looks around for anyone watching.
“I got you. I would never let anyone see you this way. This look,” she gasps as I circle her clit with my thumb. “This look is all mine, and I will never take it for granted again.”
Her breathing is ragged, her walls are tightening around my fingers, I can tell she’s close, she just needs one more push.
I grab her hair behind her back and pull until her chest is pushed up high to my face. Over her thin cotton dress, I can see the outline of her lacey bra. I nuzzle her cleavage softly at first until I gently bite down on her nipple. She explodes from all the sensations at once, drenching my hand.
Then she finally sinks against me, breathing hard, her forehead against my collarbone. Neither of us speaks as we catch our breath.
I brush my hand along her long hair. “You okay?”
She nods. “Yeah.” Her voice comes out softer than usual.
I kiss the top of her head. “Let’s get you home.”
The driveacross town passes in a blur of warm night air and quiet music from the radio. My hand is on Becca’s thigh. Neither of us mentions what just happened in my truck, but the silence isn’t awkward. More like both of us trying to hold onto something fragile.
I pull into her driveway and kill the engine. The porch light spills across the gravel, home. Crickets, the distant sound of the wind through the trees, and nothing else.
I walk her up the steps. My breath is shortening with every step closer to the door. Becca reaches the porch first and turns around. For a second, we stand there. The screen door creaks in the breeze. I shove my hands into my pockets.
