Leaning down, I bite the side of her jaw gently. “My turn.”
“Oh, God, yes.” Her head falls back and her back arches as I thrust harder. “You’re going to make me come again.”
Moonlight touches her neck down to her breasts. The tips of her nipples point up at me, and I pull one into my mouth. Maybe I do want her on top. I give her another deep thrust, and she moans. My arms are around her waist, and I pull her up again.
“Ride me. I want to see your sexy body move.”
Her eyes narrow, and she smiles, sitting up straighter and rocking her hips. She cups her breasts in her hands, tweaking her hard nipples with her fingers.
“You like what you see?” It’s a sultry whisper.
Fuck me. “Yes.”
“You like watching me ride your cock?”
“Mindy…” I grip her ass, moving her harder, faster, until her hands fly to the headboard and she joins me.
She moans softly. “Don’t stop…”
Blinding pleasure snakes up my thighs, centering in my pelvis, and I let out a loud groan as I come hard, as she drops her head back and bucks on my lap.
I’m pulsing deep, and she’s pulling for more. Sitting up, my arms go around her waist, holding her as her body shakes. Closing my eyes, we ride it out, finishing with a soft moan, a gentle kiss.
Her lips trace a line along my forehead, kissing her way to my ear. “You still got it, old man.”
This girl. I can’t help a laugh, “Were you worried?”
“Not a bit.” Leaning back, she catches my eye. “I was only worried you’d never come back to me.”
She’s serious, and my chest tightens. Her green eyes are round, expectant, and my brow furrows. I want to tell her I’ll always come to her. How could I not? She’s my anchor.
Instead, I lift her small body, turning her so her back is to my chest. With her spooned in front of me, I slide my hand along the side of her cheek, down her upper arm. Leaning on my elbow, I gaze at her closed eyes, the curve of her lips. Her fingers thread with mine, and she pulls my arm around her waist.
“Sleep here with me,” she whispers.
“We still shouldn’t let your mom find out this way.” As if I have any intention of leaving her tonight.
“You’ll be gone before she wakes up.” Mindy’s voice is softer, and I think she’s falling asleep in my arms.
I kiss the top of her cheek, the side of her jaw, her neck. Then I slide down behind her, closing my eyes. I expect to lie awake trying to figure out how to tell her all the things I need to tell her. How to turn what I’ve started here into something real.
Instead, I crash hard.
I’m sleeping better than I have in weeks, hell, maybe years when the light buzzes in my face. Only, I realize it’s my regular alarm, and I’m at Mindy’s house. Shit.
I don’t have time for anything besides slipping out of the bed and scooping up my clothes. I jerk my jeans over my hips and pull the tee over my head. The last thing I see as I dash out the window is Mindy curled up like always. Her hand is under her chin and her face is so peaceful.
It’s how I always want her to be.
“One of these mornings I’m going to hold you down until you confess.” Taron stands with his back to my Silverado, arms crossed.
“I’d like to see you try.” I managed to make it to the house in time to change clothes, but I didn’t beat Taron to the truck.
I’m sure he saw me sneaking in as well.
Damn whiskey. I had a few drinks last night and wound up walking all the way to Ms. Jenny’s house in the dark. My blood had been up since I held Mindy’s nearly naked body against mine in the pond, since I touched her then forced myself to stop touching her.
Taron levels his gaze on me. “Three days ago, you flew out of here like a bat out of hell when I suggested Mindy might be in trouble. Then after scowling at her and Deacon all through supper, you barely made it home this morning in time to change clothes.”