Page 24 of Tattoos and Heartbreak
I didn’t have the right words to show it to her, though, and I was just about to give it all up and slam my way back into the truck, too angry to keep playing this game, when she laughed.
“I see it! You’re right, it’s perfect!”
My heart soared, and it was so, so stupid to be so excited about something like this, but I felt like something had lit up inside of me. Something that didn’t have an expiration date or rules or expect anything of me.
And God, did it feel good.
It felt so good that before I could think about it, before I could talk myself out of it, I rolled over, pinned her to the truck, and kissed her. Not just any kiss, either. It was slow and deep and passionate, and it held everything I couldn’t say in that moment. All the magic I’d felt when I saw the dragon and the... I didn’t know, the heart-expanding fullness it had given me when she saw the dog I saw.
I was officially going insane.
And I didn’t care.
I dove deeper into the kiss, savoring the feel of her fingers running through my hair and her body opening up to me, and let myself forget about the world around us. I shut out the thoughts that never stopped running through my head, forgot about the people waiting for us, and eliminated the knowledge that there were people out there who didn’t care about me.
All that mattered was Lila. And us in this moment.
I tipped her chin up, sweeping into her mouth, and heard an answering groan from her that told me she was just as ready for this as I was. My hand trailed down her throat and over one breast, making her gasp and push up against me. God, the girl was all fire and glorious sunshine, and I couldn’t get enough. I paused long enough to brush my fingers over her nipple, the bud hard and ready under her shirt, and she gasped again. And I wanted to pause there and stroke her until she was panting and ready for me, but I pressed on.
We might have found our way into some time alone, but that didn’t mean we could stay here forever.
I dragged my hand down her belly and raised the hem of her shirt, letting my fingertips brush against the softness of her skin there. She moaned into my mouth and squirmed against me, her breath coming quicker now, and I let the kiss go, pressing my mouth instead to her neck. God, she tasted good. Like roses, maybe, or fresh grass. Something beautiful and natural and pure.
Something I’d never had.
I brought my hands up to the buttons of her blouse and undid them quickly, spreading the material to expose her.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, brushing one hand down between her breasts and over her belly to the waistband of her cutoffs.
She arched up off the truck’s bed, breathing more quickly now. “Tease,” she gasped.
I felt a slow, gentle smile tug at my lips. “Just enjoying what I have in front of me.”
Her eyes came to mine, hot and needy. “Enjoy it faster, Rivers. In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re in a pretty public place. I’m not going to lay around naked forever.”
The smile on my lips got bigger. “You’re not even naked yet.”
One of her eyebrows quirked. “Like I said. Hurry it up.”
I didn’t need more motivation than that. I had her out of her shirt and shorts moments later, and seconds after that I was naked as well and laying between her legs with a blanket I’d found in the truck covering me. I leaned down and kissed her gently, trying to memorize the feel of her soft lips. And when I pulled her hands over her head, threading my fingers through hers, she let me, her gaze clashing with mine and her eyes fathomless.
I found the opening between her legs with the head of my cock, closed my eyes in the sheer bliss of it, and slid into her, sheathing myself to the hilt. And fuck me, the girl was perfect. Tight and hot and welcoming and magical. It was everything.
Everything.
She gasped and moved her hips to take me deeper, and my thoughts shattered, leaving me with nothing but instinct. I pulled out and slid into her again, groaning loudly into the silence. And then I pulled out again, nearly crying at the perfection of it. Lila’s hips began to rock with me at that point, keeping time with my motions as I moved in and out, in and out, my movements slow at first but growing quicker with each thrust and the building tension in my lower back.
I dropped my forehead to hers and closed my eyes, trying to keep myself together. But fuck, this girl. She was gasping now, her breath coming in short bursts with each thrust of my cock, and though I’d thought she was perfect before, having her this way, not in a rushed one-night-stand sort of situation but out here in a meadow, where we’d been watching clouds and talking about our lives...
The orgasm hit me before I was ready for it, my mind distracted by the magic we’d been making, and she met me there too, her body tightening around me as I exploded into her, her cry mingled with mine as it split the silence of the meadow. We clung to each other as we rode wave after wave of ecstasy, her orgasm dragging me onward onto higher and higher planes of need until I didn’t know if I could stand it anymore.
And the moment it ended, I wanted to do it again.
“Lila Potter,” I breathed against her neck, feeling both spent and like I was flying at the same time. “I don’t even have the words.”
“And here I thought you were supposed to be a writer,” she said, her voice colored by a smile.
“I told you already,” I grunted. “I don’t write love songs.”
