Page 61 of After Tonight

She shook her head. “No. But I’ll be telling you you’re screwing something up long before it becomes a true failure. You’ll have a chance to fix it and make it right. And I know you’ll keep working until it’s perfect. Don’t worry.”

He snorted at that. But when he said, “Thanks,” in a husky, almost emotional voice, she felt her own smile fade.

And a sudden intense desire take its place.

“Hey, Ry?” he asked after a moment.

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you take your pants off and come over here now?”

Gladly. She unzipped and pushed everything off and to the floor of the truck. He was watching her with hot eyes as she crawled over the seat to him. She paused to unzip him as well, and he didn’t move to stop her. He just gave a heartfelt groan as she freed his cock and gave it a long stroke.

“Shirt too. The moon is nice and bright tonight,” he told her.

It sure was. She could see his hard length clearly with the light shining through the windshield. She didn’t think, just stripped her shirt off and unhooked her bra. But before he could touch her, she took him in hand again and leaned over.

The first touch of her mouth to the head of his cock had him tangling his hands in her hair and his breath hissing out.

She took him deep, then dragged her lips back up his length. “How are you this hard already?” she asked, looking up at him.

He was watching her with a hot intensity that made her tingle from head to toe.

“Guess I like pizza a lot.”

She laughed, and she felt his fingers tighten in her hair. “I will definitely keep that in mind when we do the taste testing.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking of some other things I’d like to taste right now.” His voice had that delicious, low gruffness to it.

“Too bad the front seat of a pickup is a lot more conducive to blowjobs than to…that.” She gave his head a little lick.

“That sounds like a dare,” he told her, doing nothing to discourage her from taking his length in nice and slow, and then coming back up with her tongue sliding along the underside.

“Oh, I have no doubt that you could get it done.” In fact, she had no doubt he’d gotten it done, very well, in the past. With other girls. “But I’m pretty happy right here.”

“You don’t want me to make you come on my tongue?”

Her whole body clenched. She gave him a long, hard suck, just to remind him that she was busy. “You really want me to stop?”

“Hell no.”

“Well then…”

Somehow—and she would spend time later that night replaying it and trying to figure out how he’d done it so quickly and smoothly—Derek grabbed her, turned them both, and settled her right over his mouth. He gave her a long, deep lick and a suck, and she completely forgot to care about how he got her there, only that he’d keep her there for a while.

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“Derek,” she moaned.

His body got even tighter and hotter as he heard his name on her lips. “Damn, I love hearing my name like that,” he said from between her legs.

He might have had other girls in his pickup with their pants off, but he’d never brought anyone to the river, just the two of them. He’d gone to parties with other women. He’d gone home from parties with other women. But he’d never had sex here. He supposed because he didn’t have to. He had a bed. They all had beds. Why would he bring them to the river? He didn’t need to romance them. He didn’t need to be sure that no one could find them. Sure, he was disappointed if someone got a phone call and had to leave before he got her bra off. But he’d never died from it.

With Riley, he swore that if he didn’t make love to her out here tonight, he would die. His heart would actually stop beating.

And was that completely dramatic and out of character for him? Yes, it was.

That didn’t make it feel less true.

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