Page 19 of Smoked

"It's private,” I say. "Riley's right upstairs. And this…” I gesture at the rig, and our set up. "...is not ideal."

She grins. "Okay."

"Yeah?" I’m still having a hard time believing this is happening.

"Wade, I just kissed you behind a smoker. My standards for ambiance are extremely flexible."

I chuckle. “Thank god.”

She giggles as I take her small hand in mine and we walk across the yard toward the side of the house. The Peterbilt sits dark and massive against the tree line.

I unlock the driver's side and pull the door open. She steps up without hesitating, that unbelievable ass in front of me for a moment before she’s in and I close the door. I go around to the other side and climb in.

Once I close the door, the cab is lit by the dome light and the dash screen emits a faint blue glow. I reach up and hit the light off before it can fully warm up. This woman does not want to see all of me in bright fluorescent light. That would scare her away for sure.

"You're overthinking, Wade."

"Am not."

"I can hear your teeth grinding,” she says, sliding back into the sleeper area. “Now, come here and kiss me.”

I swallow, and squeeze back there with her. I get a hand behind her neck and pull her in, kissing her slowly and deeply. When my tongue slides into her mouth, she makes a sexy moan in the back of her throat that runs straight to my cock.

I’m going to take my time and enjoy this. No rushing. That's not how I work.

Low and slow, baby.

I move her back onto the narrow mattress, kissing down her throat, inhaling the sweet floral scent of her skin, sucking on the spot where her pulse pounds. My hands are shaking when I slip them under her thermal shirt and push it up.

Her skin is scorching and baby soft against my rough palms and fingers, and I should probably apologize. But she arches into me, moaning, and that’s all the encouragement I need to keep going.

With her shirt bunched up at her neck, I kiss my way across her chest, skimming the fabric of her satin bra. I want to free her luscious tits so badly, but I want to spend the time we have worshipping something else, so they’ll have to wait.

I follow the swell of them with my tongue. She sucks in a breath, and her knee hits the wall of the sleeper.

"Oof," she breathes, laughing.

“You okay?” I lift up and rub her knee through her jeans.

“I’m good. Tight quarters.”

“You’re telling me,” I say, with a chuckle, then lower my mouth to her stomach.

I kiss her belly. "You're so goddamn beautiful, Tess." I run my lips across the waistband of her jeans. "Just you sitting there in my lawn chair with your notebook makes it hard to think straight."

"Wade…" she whispers.

"I'm serious. You walk into my backyard and my already mediocre IQ drops thirty points." I pop the button on her jeans. "I have no idea how I didn’t burn a batch of ribs last week when you bent over to check the intake vent."

She laughs, breathless. "Stop. You did not."

"Tess, it’s a miracle I can still function around you."

I work her jeans down and she lifts her hips to help. I press my mouth to the inside of one thigh, then the other one, dragging my beard along as I go.

I coax her legs as wide as they can go with her jeans at her ankles, then drag my thumb over the triangle of fabric covering her pussy.

She bucks up into my hand with a gasp, and I growl, pulling her panties aside.