In Too Deep

She pressed closer to him. Ran her fingers across his chest. Slid her leg between his. Then she rose on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, “We can figure out the rest later. Tonight, we can make each other feel better.”

He growled and spun her to press against his truck and his mouth crashed down on hers. His hard-on prodded her and she stroked him through his jeans.

“Follow me home,” she said.

“Fuck that. Get in the back of my truck.” He clicked the button to unlock the door. Then he scooped her up and tossed her on the back seat.

She laughed. “I think we’re a little old and you’re a little big to do this.”

“Watch me.” He unbuttoned her jeans and slid his hand inside to stroke her.

Within a minute, her eyes were rolling back in her head. She shouldn’t want to have sex in a truck in a parking lot where anyone could walk by, but it only turned her on more. “God, yes.” She rocked against his hand and wanted more.

As soon as she came, he yanked her jeans off. Then he muscled his way into the truck, sliding her further into the cab, and sat beside her. He pulled a condom from his pocket, sheathed himself, and pulled her onto his lap. It was fast and hard and so, so good. Chloe braced her hands against the roof as he drove up into her. She was trembling again and he sent her over the edge with a grunt of his own.

They sat interlocked, sweaty and panting. Chloe was afraid to open her eyes. She knew he was going to send her on her way, and she wanted a few more minutes of him. She heard him fumbling around near the door. She finally opened her eyes so she didn’t land on her ass if he literally tossed her out.

He held a tiny pack of tissues. He eased her off him, removed the condom, and then cleaned her up. His hands were gentle and his voice soft as he asked, “You okay?”

“I’m good.” She reached for her clothes and sat beside him while she untangled her pants. Once they were both dressed, she said, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you. All the time. Without the sneaking around. The rest of my life is up in the air, but you’re this one good thing I have. And no one is supposed to know.”

“I think...” What the hell did she think? She liked him. He’d seen all the parts of her few others ever paid attention to. Could this work? “I think I’d like to try.”

“Really? With me.”

She laughed. “Of course with you. But I need some time to figure out how to deal with my family. Can you give me some time?”

“I can do that.” He leaned over and brushed his lips over hers. “I need to get home to bed. Early day tomorrow.”

“Sure you don’t want to come over?”

“If I come home with you, we both know we’re not going to sleep.”

She huffed dramatically. “Fine. Be that way. Move your ass so I can get out.” She shoved his shoulder, but he didn’t budge.

“Let’s go out to dinner. A real date.”

“Take me dancing and it’s a deal.”

One eyebrow winged up. “Do I look like I dance?”

“Might be fun.”

“Doubt it.” He opened the door and held her hand as she climbed out. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

They kissed again and he stood watch over her as she walked to her car. He didn’t get back into the truck until she pulled out of the lot.

For weeks she’d been questioning what she’d gotten herself into with him and now, it looked like a relationship. She should be scared, but she was oddly relaxed. With Ronan, she never felt like she had to hide parts of herself. He liked her for who she was. She was smiling like an idiot all the way home.

Tomorrow she’d think about her family and how they might react, but for tonight, she was enjoying being wanted by a man she was falling for.

Ronan heldtrue to his word and had taken Chloe out to dinner on a real date. When she texted him yesterday to say she’d made plans for their second date, he only responded with: I don’t dance.

It gave her a chuckle because part of her wanted to see him dance. But he’d be one of those guys who’d stand at the edge of the dance floor, arms crossed, stubbornly refusing to move.

She just hoped he wouldn’t be so stubborn about tonight’s date. She wanted to do something fun, so she found a coupon for a couple’s art class. Neither of them were artists, so they could suck together. Besides, it was a BYOB activity. How bad could it be if they could drink while painting?

When she got to Ronan’s house, she rang the bell and Declan answered.