She had to do something, and she had to do it now.
Holding her breath, Jules slid across the bench seat until she was pressed against Adam from shoulder to knee. He took the hint and lifted his arm to rest it on the back of the seat. It wasn’t putting his arm around her, but it’d have to do for now.
You can do this. You’re in charge of your own destiny. You’re bold and fearless and oh my God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she went for his zipper.
Adam tensed. “Sugar, what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m being scandalous.” She unbuttoned the top of his jeans and dragged his zipper down. “Stop talking before I chicken out.”
“Chicken out from— Holy shit.”
She took him in her hand, almost breathing a sigh of relief when he grew hard. This, at least, hadn’t changed. “I liked how things were between us. I don’t want them to change.”
“Do you think now is really the time for this conversation?”
Yes, because it was easier to put herself out there when she knew she had him at a slight disadvantage. She stroked him, using the motion she knew he liked. “I think it’s the perfect time. I like you, Adam. I know that’s silly, and I know you’re leaving, and I know I can’t ever ask you if you’re okay, but I don’t care. I want to enjoy the time we have, and we can’t do that if we’re sitting here not talking.”
Adam pulled onto the shoulder and put the truck in park. “You have my full attention.”
“Oh, well, good.” She kept touching him, suddenly not sure where she wanted to take this. Liar. You knew exactly what you wanted from the moment you decided to go for it. With that little voice in her head driving her on, she kissed him.
Adam took control of the kiss immediately, gripping the back of her neck with one hand and angling his body so she could keep stroking him. “You are something else, sugar.”
“You keep saying that. I keep taking it as a compliment.”
“Good.”
He reached down and hooked her knee, bringing her up and over to straddle him. It happened so smoothly, she didn’t lose her grip and was left staring at him. “Tell the truth—do you practice that move? Because no one should be that good naturally.”
He laughed, the deep sound rumbling between them. “I’ll never tell.”
Which was as good as admitting that he had. She waited for that splinter of jealousy to dig deeper, but there was nothing there. Who cared about his past—or his future, for that matter? Right now, in this moment, he was hers and hers alone. She kissed him again, wriggling closer, which hiked up her dress. He took the hint, running his hands up her legs to cup her butt and bring her down to line up the hard ridge of him against her clit.
She pulled away enough to say, “I want you inside me.”
“You’re reading my mind.” He slid over to the middle of the seat and kept an arm around her waist as he fumbled in the glove compartment, coming up with a condom.
She eyed it. “How long has that been in there?” Weren’t there some rules about keeping those things in a cool, dry place or risking them breaking? A glove compartment in Texas might be dry, but it sure wasn’t cool.
“I put it in there this morning.” He gave her a panty-melting smile. “Just call me optimistic.”
“You’re a scoundrel.” She grabbed the condom from his hand. “I like it.” It was quick work to rip the wrapper and roll the condom onto him. This was good. This, they knew how to do. The rest of it would fall into place once they had a chance to reset the clock.
Adam pulled her panties to the side, and she wasted no time sinking onto him. Jules closed her eyes, the feeling of fullness nearly overwhelming. She moved, taking him deeper. “This feels too good to be real.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.” He unbuttoned the front of her dress and pushed it off her shoulders, taking her bra with it and baring her breasts. “Fuck, sugar, your body is a work of art.” He let go of her hips to palm her breasts as she rode him. “You’re so goddamn sexy, it makes me crazy. How the hell am I supposed to focus on anything else when every time I think about you, I can practically feel that tight little pussy of yours squeezing my cock?”
She gripped his shoulders and rolled her body, making him hit a spot inside her that had her moaning. “Sounds like a…personal problem.”
“You have no fucking idea.” He squeezed her breasts and then released them, the imprint of his hands burning itself into her memory. “And this?” He fisted the fabric of her dress, lifting it above her hips. “You sliding down my cock is a sight I could spend the rest of my life watching and never get tired of. Whoever made you feel like you were somehow less is a fucking idiot. You’re perfect. You’re better than perfect.”