Maybe it reeked of caveman, but there was something about being that much bigger than her. Something incredibly appealing about having such a delicate, gorgeous thing all to himself, to protect and take care of. Something undeniably humbling about having that small, lovely woman want to take him into her body.

Wrapping his hands around her waist, he lifted her up without any sort of warning, her perfect little ass dropping onto the hatch. She let out a little yelp of surprise, and there was no mistaking the glare in her eye over that one. She looked ready to hop down and then climb back up, just to say it had been on her terms. Fingers splayed over her thighs, he held her in place and smiled up at her.

At last she answered him with a kiss, and a long, lingering lick of her tongue. He groaned and she pulled back with a wicked twist to her lips, just as he was about to go in for something deeper and harder. Hands next to her butt, she scooted back, out of his reach. Looking at him with sparkling anticipation, her face framed between her bent and raised knees, the picture of her made him go completely brain-dead.

She moved farther back. “It’s hard up here.”

He chuckled. “Yep. It certainly is.”

“Walked right into that one.”

“You sure did. There’s a blanket in that metal box by the cab.”

Bad suggestion. Bad, bad suggestion. The second she rolled over onto her knees and started crawling for the silver corrugated box in which he kept some essential tools, his mouth started watering. Her ass swayed as she moved, calling to him. He hopped up, the truck lurching violently but, keeping him true to his word, with no awful squeaky protests.

Jen had one hand on the box and was ready to open it. He couldn’t help himself. He reached out and wrapped a hand around the front of her thigh, dragging her away from the box and closer to him.

“What are you doing?” she said as he pulled her back and turned her over. She was trying to look pissed off but wasn’t succeeding. “The blanket—”

“Fuck the blanket.”

After a pause filled with obvious consideration, she grinned up at him as he hovered over her body. She was spread out below him, her hair falling into the ridges of the truck bed. His truck bed.

She said, “But your knees—”

“I’ll live.”

He started to shake, could feel the little tremors shooting through his limbs. Something tickled his waist, and he looked down his body to see her fingers dipping under the drape of his shirt to curl around the waist of his jeans. He sucked in a breath, and then he didn’t know if she was pulling him down or if he’d covered her all on his own, but she was under him.

Finally. Again.

Then she was arching up, her tits rising to meet his chest in that tiny tank top. His hands found her hair again. They dug in, held on. Shifting one knee, then the other, inside hers, he slowly pushed her legs outward and settled in. For a moment he worried about his weight, so much more than hers, but then she did that little roll with her hips again, a wordless synonym for more.

He kissed and kissed her, never wanting to stop and purposely not thinking about when it would.

“Remember how good we were?” he murmured against her mouth. “I barely touched you and you came. God, I remember that.”

Ever since then, he’d been trying to figure out why no other woman had been like that for him. Because it was Jen? Or him and Jen together? Or youth mixed with new experiences and enthusiasm?

She released a little moan, then said mischievously, “As I recall, the same went for you.”

He had to laugh, pulling back a little to run his tongue over his bottom lip. “I’m not eighteen anymore. I can last longer.”

She raised a single eyebrow, something he’d never been able to do. “Care to test that out?”

He searched her bright face, saying “Oh my God,” under his breath. He wasn’t sure what the oath meant exactly. Disbelief? Pleasure? Awe? Then, louder, he said, “You first. Just like old times.”

She’d barely nodded when he pushed up her tank top and slid his hands around to unclasp her bra. Looking into her eyes, his palms grazed her ribs as they moved around to her front. When his fingers scraped at her nipples, she sucked in a breath. When he filled his hands with her breasts, all soft firmness, his lungs nearly shattered.

He pushed her breasts together, his mouth dragging through their deep crease, then he freed one and sucked her nipple, the little bit of hardness like candy on his tongue. Shifting to her side, he kept his mouth where it was and spread his hand over the smooth, tight skin of her belly, fingers teasing just under her jeans snap.

Heat everywhere, coursing through him, being fed into her. The whole night felt ready to explode.

He released her nipple and moved to her collarbone, just to see how it tasted. Underneath his hand, he sensed her quivering, felt her hips curling up in a silent beg.

“Can I touch you?” He dipped his hand lower.

“Yes,” she said, the S dragged out in a hiss.

Pop went the snap, zzzt went the zipper, and then his hand was down her pants, in the most secret part of her that was so wet he almost didn’t believe it. His composure fractured and he shuddered.

“Oh, God,” they said at exactly the same time.

Then he began to touch her, slowly first, in light circles. It was all coming back to him, how she’d once liked the slow tease and then the quick buildup to a really intense orgasm. Back then, he’d done this with an almost-crazed glee. It was better now, with this adult understanding of her body, this adult patience, this adult pleasure.

Back then, making her come with his hand—and pumping away inside her until he came, too—was all he’d known how to do. But that was back then.

Abruptly he stopped, rose up to his elbow and gazed down at her panting, flushed, and frustrated face.

“Why’d you stop?” she asked.

“I want to go down on you.”

A lovely little surprise shimmered across her face. “We’ve never done that.”

“No.” He smiled. “Too nervous before.”

“And now?”

“Nervous as fuck, but I want it so bad I can’t think straight.”

She looked around at his truck, then up at the stars. “It’s not how I really imagined it, how I’d planned it in my head.”

He ignored the fact that she’d done her share of fantasizing and replied with a grin, “Don’t care. It’s happening.” He wasn’t giving in to any of her little control issues right now.

The kiss he gave her was deliberately sweet. “There’s lots we haven’t done, Jen. As far as I’m concerned, it’s all new, from here on out.”

How long the “on out” part would last, he didn’t know. But he’d sure as hell enjoy each step of the journey. Slowly, feeling her stare weigh heavily on him, he moved back between her legs and kneeled. Sliding both hands under her ass, which she graciously lifted, he grabbed the back of her jeans and pulled them down. Her underwear came, too, and he was dimly aware that it was some kind of dark-colored G-string. Then her clothing didn’t matter, because her pants were trapped at her knees and she was bared to him, scraps of clothing dangling around her intensely gorgeous body.

He stared down at her, at the pink, damp flesh the teasing light showed him. He had to close his mouth because he could feel himself salivate. He’d seen her before, but never like this. Hands on either side of her hips, he came down, kissing first just below her belly button. She let out a sigh and then he heard her head hit the truck bed. He slowly kissed his way down, savoring her taste and scent.

A great burst of light filled the truck bed, then disappeared. Jen’s eyes were closed, her head tilted far back, but his were wide open, taking it all in. The headlights, approaching from the rear, swept a long, too-brilliant path over them, and he let out a snarl of frustration. This was not happening.