Page 18 of Fern's Date with Destiny
“I’m a man of my word.”He kept a straight face best he could.“I saidstraight home.Didn’t say whenor from where.”
She swatted his shoulder, but he caught her wrist and tugged her closer.“Come here.”
She went easily, slipping across the seat into his lap with a soft giggle that turned to a gasp when he slid a hand under her sweater.
“Cold?”he asked.
“Not even close,” she shot back, threading the fingers of her right hand into his hair.Brushing the tips of the small fingers of her left limb over the soft threads as well.
It was different, but it washerdifferent, so it was perfect.
He tipped his head to kiss her slow and thoroughly.Her lips tasted like apple crisp, the hint of a secret smile curling them at the corners.She made a quiet noise when he bit gently at her bottom lip, her hips shifting restlessly against his thigh.
“Truck bed?”she murmured against his mouth.
“Truck bed.”
They tumbled into the brisk night, giggling like teenagers as he pulled an old wool blanket from behind the seat.She climbed up first, his hands steadying her hips as she crawled onto the open platform.
When he joined her, she was already half-settled on her back, hair a dark halo against the scratchy blanket, eyes bright even in the shadows.
“You,” she said, tugging at his shirt buttons, “are overdressed.”
“Bossy,” he murmured, helping her with the last stubborn snap.Her hand was small yet sure, pushing fabric aside until she could skim her palm over his chest.
She hummed appreciatively, leaning up to press open-mouthed kisses over his collarbone.He growled low in his throat, rolling her gently under him.The stars above wheeled lazy and bright, distant witnesses to the way her fingers found the buckle of his belt.
“Slow down, greedy,” he teased.
“Make me.”
He pushed up, twisting to rest his back against the truck cab, hauling her into his lap until her knees bracketed his hips.She laughed into his mouth when he nipped her lip again, both of them breathless, drunk on each other.
He slid both hands under the hem of her sweater this time, thumbs tracing slow circles over the soft skin just beneath her bra line.She shivered and pressed closer, digging her fingers into his hair to tug his mouth back to hers.
God, she tasted like cinnamon and sinful secrets.He angled his head, deepened the kiss until it went from playful to desperate, all tongue and wet sighs.She scraped her hand down his chest, nails catching lightly, making him grunt against her lips.
“Careful,” he murmured, the words coming out low and ragged.“I’m only human.”
She rocked her hips over him deliberately, eyes dark and wicked.“I know exactly how human you are.”
The friction made his vision blur.He caught her hips and forced them still for a second while he sucked a mark into the soft skin just below her jaw.She gasped, breath hitching into a soft laugh that dissolved into another moan when he bit gently and then soothed the spot with his tongue.
Fern tugged at the hem of her own sweater, half-yanking it up until he helped peel it off altogether.The night air made her skin pebble with goosebumps, but when he bent his head to plant kisses along her collarbone, she only arched closer, greedy for every inch of him.
He slipped the straps of her bra down, slower now, savouring the way her breath caught.His palms cupped the soft weight of her breasts, thumbs brushing over already-hard peaks before he lowered his head to taste her properly.
“Cody—” Her voice cracked on his name.She clutched his shoulders, fingers flexing when he drew one nipple into his mouth, rolling it gently with his tongue.Her hips rocked again, this time with no pretense of teasing.
“You’re gonna break me, sweetheart,” he murmured against her skin, the words vibrating into her chest.
“Promise?”she shot back, trembling slightly.
He laughed, low and dark, and shifted his mouth to her other breast, giving it the same attention until her soft gasps turned to tiny pleading sounds that nearly undid him completely.
He dragged one hand down her stomach, feeling the flutter of her belly under his touch as he popped the button of her jeans again, pushing inside to find her warm, slick, ready.He worked her with slow precision, matching every flick of his fingers with a filthy, adoring kiss to her throat or the tender curve beneath her ear.
“Look at you,” he rasped, voice hoarse with pride and hunger.“So damn perfect.All mine.”
