Page 85 of Good as Gold
As I sit up, he’s already shoving his trousers and underwear down and reclining the seat.
My body temperature shoots up as I fumble under the skirt of my dress.
“Right now, sweetheart,” he says. “Come finish what you started.”
“Youstarted it,” I argue as I kick off my shoes and underwear. It’s awkward business trying to spin around and maneuver toward his side of the seat.
He solves this problem by hauling me onto his body. The moment I land on his thighs, his tongue is in my mouth, and his hands are unzipping my dress.
“You don’t have to do that,” I say between kisses as he unclips my bra.
“The fuck I don’t. Need to play with your tits while you ride me.”
Whoosh. That’s the sound of flames licking my body. I’m basically naked, making out in a truck, his erection trapped between my legs. His hands are everywhere at once—cupping my ass, stroking my nipples, tugging on my hair.
We’reshameless. I’m burning up in the best possible way. Impatient, too. I lever my body off his lap. “Do it,” I gasp.
“Do what?” he taunts me. “Ask nice.”
I growl impatiently. “Give it to me so I can ride you.”
“Yes, queen,” he whispers as the thick head of him lines up right where I want it.
Before he can change his mind, I sink down on his cock with a happy moan, filling myself.
“Damn.” He tips his head against the headrest, his chest muscles flexing. “I will never get used to the feel of you. So good.”
I’m too busy to reply. I rise and then sink deliciously down again. This wins me an appreciative groan. So I do it again. And again. Slowly, though. Just finding my rhythm.
Matteo has his own ideas. His big hands grip my waist. Then he braces his feet against the floor and pumps his hips.
It’s… wow.
“Wow,” I pant, and then kiss him. Hard.
Just wow.
* * *
Afterward, I lie against his chest, my eyes screwed shut, so I don’t have to face the aftermath.
I’m trying very hard not to think about the line we just crossed.
“You know,” he says after a long silence. “I’ve come around on the whole cake smash thing.”
I laugh and then bury my face against his neck. “We probably shouldn’t have done this.” I can’t believe I’m naked in his uncle’s truck, still straddling Matteo.
His hands go still on my body. “Why not? Serious question.”
“Public indecency, for starters. But also, it’s just… not part of our plan.”
He lifts my chin so he can study me with those bottomless brown eyes. “Tell me something—is anything in your life going to plan? Because mine isn’t.”
“Well, no.”
His smile is a little wry. “I realize you only need me two days a month, Leila. But I’m still attracted to you on the other twenty-eight. In case that’s not obvious.”
There’s that flutter in my tummy again. I lean into his hand. “You’re a pretty good time too, mister. We’re adults who can do as we please. I’m just a little shocked at my behavior—hooking up in a truck like a high school kid.”
