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Michael pulled off the road. There wasn’t a shoulder—it was a backcountry two-lane road—so we parked in the grass next to a fence. On the other side of that fence were what I assumed were cows, but thanks to the rain all I saw were dark shadowy clusters.
He rested his forearms on the steering wheel and peered through the windshield. “Good thing you’re not busy.”
“It should clear up in plenty of time for my interview this afternoon. I’ll just have to catch up on paperwork this evening.”
But I wasn’t mad about it. Quite the opposite, in fact. I was completely content with my current situation of being stuck in the rain with Michael. The only sounds were the heavy drops of rain hitting the truck, the wind rustling the trees, and the occasional rumble of thunder. And I got to have exactly what I wanted—more time with Michael.
“Are you tired?” he asked. It was a fair question since we had been up at dawn this morning. “You can take a nap in the back seat if you want.”
Michael’s truck was a Ford Expedition, nearly twice the size of my SUV, which meant there was plenty of room to stretch out in the backseat—which came in handy after our morning runs. I crawled over the console through the gap between the driver and passenger seats.
Once I made it through, I turned around, leaned over his shoulder, and said, “You coming?”
I didn’t mean to sleep.
He didn’t hesitate. He unbuckled, shot out of the driver’s side door, and came around to the back. It took all of two seconds, but by the time he slid in next to me, he was nearly soaked through. We kicked off our boots and I crawled onto his lap, straddling his legs.
His hair was dark from the rain. I started there, running my fingers through, shaking out the water. His head tipped back and his gaze focused on me, burning with an intensity that warmed me up, like sitting next to a fire on a chilly night. My hands moved to his face, over his cheeks and through his beard, and then I stroked down his neck, wiping the rain from his skin as I went. He stayed completely still, letting me do as I pleased, his hands gripping my waist, his eyes never leaving my face.
I didn’t bother with his chest and shoulders. Instead I reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged. He obliged, lifting his arms so I could take it off. I spread the tee over the back of the seat so it could dry.
He was trembling when I returned my attention to him. From cold, maybe? His skin felt slightly chilled under my hands, likely due to the wet shirt I had just removed. I leaned in, pressing my body against his, giving him my warmth. His arms wrapped around me like steel bands, tying me to him.
“Nora,” he whispered.
Our mouths were so close I could feel his breath feather-light against my lips. I paused there, feeling the contours of his muscles shiver against me, and then I closed the gap, touching my mouth to his.
And then it wason.
His hand came up to cup the back of my head. His fingers twisted into my hair to hold me in place while he took over the kiss. I braced against his shoulders while he kissed me until my bones turned liquid and I whimpered in his mouth.
He pulled back and that got him a sound of protest, which he ignored in favor of removing my shirt and bra. His gaze lowered, stopping somewhere above my breasts. For a moment he didn’t move, he only looked.
And looked.
And looked.
Like he would never be done looking.
“So pretty,” he said softly, reverently.
Compliments always made me uncomfortable, but it felt true when it was Michael. I had never felt so beautiful, so adored.
He traced the curve where my neck met my shoulder and then skimmed his fingertips along my collar bone. His head dipped to drop light kisses, following the path of his fingers, and he pressed a hand flat against my shoulder blades. “Arch your back for me.”
I did as told, tilting so my braid dusted his knees, and he rewarded me by running a hand lightly down my throat and over my breasts, his thumb rubbing gently across my hardened nipples.God. Exquisite agony. He kept doing that, his touch almost unbearably light. I writhed on his lap, grinding my hips against him, loving this but needing more. “Michael, please—”
I didn’t have to finish it. His mouth went to my nipple, his tongue flicked gently, and then his lips closed around it, sucking deep.Sweet merciful heavens. My hands dug into his scalp, keeping him where I needed him, only loosening my grip so he could move to my other breast.
“Pants off, kitten.”
I slid off his lap long enough to yank off my pants and underwear. He did the same, nabbing a condom from his wallet. He ripped it open and barely finished unrolling it when I straddled him again, slamming down on him so he filled me in one desperate stroke. His head flew back, hitting the seat behind him.
I tried to glide up but his hands gripped my thighs, holding me down. “Don’t move,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Have to.” I was out of my mind with need. I shifted against his hands and he held me tighter.
“Nora, you move now and I’m going to come. Give me a moment, okay?”
