Ride: Hearts Wild Series

He pulled over, and she turned to glare at him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I think I can’t see the damn road,” he said. “We’re stopping here until the storm passes.”

“Oh. Right.” She took another deep breath then moved to turn on the radio, but he slapped her hand away.

Rain continued to stream against the windows, and she stared out of the foggy windshield at the streaks of green that was the outside.

“You’re not right about me, you know,” she said, though it sounded lame even to her own ears. “I trust plenty. I’ve had boyfriends.”

This time it was his turn to huff.

“Something to say?” she challenged.

“Not at all. Just surprised you’d call that collection of misfits boyfriends, that’s all.”

“Sounds an awful lot like jealousy to me.”

“Then you don’t know what jealousy sounds like,” he shot back. “All your boyfriends were safe choices that, thankfully, didn’t work out for one reason or another. If fate hadn’t intervened to save you, you would be trapped in some loveless marriage with a math teacher from Hamden by now.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But I do.” He nodded. “I remember Jimmy, you know. And Arthur, the scientist who went away on research. And Fred, the accountant.” He said the word like it was code for “drug dealer.”

“What’s wrong with dating teachers and accountants? Construction wasn’t so fancy a job last I checked.” There. Let him handle that one.

“You and I both know that doesn’t mater. I know you—way better than any of those guys ever did.”

“After three days?”

“Yes. Because you know what? I know what you want to do with me right now, know that you want to be with me again. That every time you look at me you can practically feel my skin on yours because I feel the same way when I look at you.”

She opened her mouth and closed it. She wanted to argue, but what he’d said—every bit of it was true.

“You have nothing to say because you know I’m right.” His eyes gleamed even in the dim light of the car. “Now give in.”

And maybe it was something in the tapping of the rain against the glass, or simple the heat of his stare, but she found herself moving closer to him and saying, “Yes.”

Nine

He stripped off his clothes quickly, never bothering to stop kissing her or touching her as he went. When he was finally naked, he pressed her down against the cold truck bed and rubbed his aching cock against her. Rain thundered all around them, and in the distance, he heard a crack of lightning, but he didn’t care. In this moment, it was all about Zoe.

Having Zoe. Keeping Zoe.

Slowly, gently, she peeled away her clothes, too, pulling her sundress over her head to reveal a simple white bra that had already gone see-through in the rain. Her white panties had done the same, and he hooked his thumb beneath the elastic to slide them down with deft, sure determination.

When he saw her completely naked and laid out for him, his breath caught. If he was honest with himself, he'd imagined stripping her of her clothes, little by little, until he could see every curve of her body since the very start of their drive together. But here, with her hair damp and her pale skin dotted with water, she looked beyond perfect. Like a mermaid princess brought to live on land. And to have her here? In the back of his truck? It was even sexier than he could have imagined, so raw and intimate and… dirty.

His cock throbbed harder, and he reached between her legs to find her wet, waiting sex. She was so wet that her thighs were slick against his touch. He held his breath for a moment to keep himself from fucking her right then and there.

"Please tell me nobody can see us," she yelled over the torrential downpour, and he shook his head.

"Not a soul." His words were practically a groan as he pushed a finger inside her and toyed with her waiting heat. Even against a single finger, her channel was tight. He sucked on her throat hard enough to leave a mark, and she arched into him, hissing her pleasure as he sucked harder.

He'd imagined himself sinking between those silky thighs for so long. Nibbling her perfect skin. Sucking on her hard clit until she bucked and begged and moaned. And now was finally the time. The first time had only been a fuck, a way to release the tension that had been building between them for days.

But now…

She walked her