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  "Did you like what you heard tonight?" I asked.

  She nodded. "Very much."

  "Do you want to stick around here awhile longer?"

  She glanced around and let out a long breath. "Not really."

  "Good. Can I show you my favorite place in the whole world?"

  “I’d like that a lot.” Sarah's eyes shimmered, which sent my mind into a million places, none of them suitable for the conversation ahead.

  Chapter 6

  Sarah

  I screamed and grabbed on to the handle above the truck door, gripping it for dear life and thanking the good Lord that I had worn clean panties. They weren't much, but they were clean. The truck lurched in the other direction and I screamed again, squeezing my eyes closed. Beside me, David laughed and a few seconds later the truck slowed and swung to a stop.

  My eyes opened and I looked at him, my laugh joining his.

  "I thought you were bringing me to your favorite place," I said, trying to catch my breath.

  "I am. That was just the fun of the journey."

  I shook my head at him and settled back into the seat. "Where are we going?"

  "We're here."

  I looked out the window and saw nothing but darkness on the other side of the glass. "Where exactly is 'here'?"

  "Come on."

  He opened his door and I followed suit, climbing as gracefully as I could out of the elevated truck considering my dress and the high heels that had seemed like such a good idea when I put them on before heading over to the bar that night. I saw him hop up on the hood of the truck and I looked at him with disbelief.

  "So you just swung me around through a field and now you want me to figure out how to climb up on top of your truck."

  "Just on the hood."

  "Yes, because that is so much better." I planted my foot on the bumper and launched myself up onto the hood. Scrambling against the slickness of the paint, I crawled until I reached the windshield and flipped around to sit beside David. "Nailed it."

  David snickered as he settled back on the windshield, folding his arms under his head. He sighed and I mimicked his position.

  As soon as I settled, I knew why this was his favorite place.

  The sky stretched over us bigger and darker than I had ever seen it. We had driven out even further from the bar and were in the middle of a field with no lights around us to dull the glow from the stars above us. They appeared so bright, clear, and close. It was like I could reach up and scoop them right off the velvety black backdrop.

  "Wow," I said.

  He made an affirmative sound beside me. "I like to come out here and think. It's peaceful, and so dark even if somebody thought they knew where I was, they wouldn't be able to find me."

  I laughed and slid a little closer to him.

  "And what do you think about?"

  "Everything. Mostly singing. It's really all I've ever wanted to do."

  "You have an amazing voice."

  "Nothing like my granddaddy's. He started singing to me when I was just a baby, and I just kind of picked it up. Some of the songs that I sing at Kinsey's were his. He died a few years back and now it's like singing is all I have left of him."

  "I'm sorry," I said softly, feeling a tug at my heart.

  He shook his head. "It's all right. I just wish the rest of my family saw it the same way he did. All they ever talk about is the ranch and how I owe it to the generations that came before me to stay around and help them run it until they die and then take over. As the eldest son, I'm the one that has the most responsibility. It's what's kept me living in that house all this time. It’s why I've never done anything but that."

  "What do you think your grandfather would tell you if he was still alive?"

  "Granddaddy would tell me to scoop you up over my shoulder and get to Tennessee as fast as I could. He loved this ranch, but if he had had a chance to sing, he would have gotten out of here in a second." He paused and took a breath. "How about you? What do you think about when you have a few quiet moments to yourself?"

  I had taken one of my hands out from behind my head and laid it beside us, brushing small bits of mud from the hood rhythmically as I tried to think through my own life. He placed his hand over mine and brushed his fingers along my skin, his touch sending a shiver of pleasure through me.

  "I never really have quiet moments. I don't have anything like this back home."

  "So you never have any time to yourself to just think?"

  "Sometimes I take bubble baths." As soon as the words came out of my mouth I knew they were far more suggestive than I had intended them to be. His hand touched mine more insistently and I returned the touch, turning my hand over so that he could stroke his fingers across my palm.

  "What do you think about in the bathtub?"

  "My career mostly. I thought I was about to get my big break and it completely fell apart. I sort of made a fool out of myself. Then I decided to branch out on my own and that went even worse, so I started with a different company, which is sort of how I ended up here. It’s a long story."

  I left out that one of the main reasons my second attempt went so badly is that I was seriously contemplating sleeping with my former boss while on a trip to land a new client, only to find out that that new client not only had absolutely no talent but was sleeping with the guy already.

  "I'm glad you did."

  Our hands intertwined and I squeezed his gently. "So am I."

  David rolled over onto his side so that he was facing me, and I reciprocated. We weren't touching, but we were close enough that I could feel the heat coming off of him and his breath ripping down between my breasts. He cupped his hand around my face and looked into my eyes.

  "You look incredible tonight," he whispered.

  "Not adorable?"

  He shook his head as he licked his lips. His warm brown eyes traveled along my face, down to the swell of my cleavage, and then further down my body as he slid closer to me, leaving our hands pinned tightly between us.

  "No," he breathed, his face coming closer to mine. "Definitely not adorable." He drew even closer and nuzzled my nose with his. "Sexy," he whispered. "So sexy I could barely keep my mind off you while I was singing."

  "Really?" I asked breathlessly.

  He nodded. "I am having a hard time keeping my hands off of you now."

  I lifted my eyes to his. "So don't.”

  David pressed his lips to mine as his hand disentangled with mine and instead rested on my thigh. I parted my lips beneath his to welcome his tongue into my mouth, sighing as I finally tasted him. His hand slipped under the hem of my skirt, and he tensed as he discovered the top of my thigh highs and the garter belt that held them in place.

  "Oh, God," he groaned, pulling his mouth away from mine and looking down so he could see the lingerie he revealed by pushing my skirt up to my hip.

  "Do you like it?" I asked softly.

  He kissed me again, biting into my bottom lip.

  "Take off your dress," he growled.

  I wasn’t horribly promiscuous, but this was an opportunity I wasn’t going to pass up. He’d been central to my naughtiest fantasies since hearing him sing his first word. If he wanted me – he was getting me.

  I rolled back onto my back and sat up, lifting my hips enough to pull my skirt out from under me. His hand went to my back and he worked on lowering the zipper on my dress. It went all the way to the bottom, so when he finished I was able to peel the black fabric away from my body. He took it out of my hands and leaned around to toss it through the driver's window into the cab of the truck.

  My hair tumbled around my shoulders and pooled on the windshield as I lay back. David took a breath as he looked at me, taking all of me in. I had never felt so beautiful. His fingers moved quickly down the buttons on the front of his shirt and he let it slide off his broad shoulders, tossing it into the truck with my dress. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the moonlight shining down on his sculpted body.

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bsp; I reached up and flattened my hand in the middle of his chest, running it down his hard abs and pausing at the front of his belt. The heel of my hand brushed against his fly and I could feel the swell of his hardening erection straining against the denim, which left me needing so much more than I should expect from the handsome stranger. He shifted and the thud of his boots resounded as they hit the ground from him kicking them off.

  "Don't you dare take yours off," he said tugging at my heel, and I shook my head, agreeing wholeheartedly. He took time to grab a condom from the front of his jeans before tossing them into the truck too.

  He crawled over to me and eased himself back down beside me, cupping his hand at my waist and bringing his upper body up to hover over mine. I arched slightly to touch my skin to his and he applied pressure with his hand to push me back down onto the hood.

  "Slow," he whispered, and dipped down, pressing his mouth to touch mine in a sensual kiss.

  His lips moved down to my neck as he created a gradual, torturously slow path to the hollow between my collarbones. The tip of his tongue slid across the tender skin there before he continued his progress down the center of my chest toward my breasts. I groaned softly as my body tightened painfully.

  "Patience," he whispered.

  He kissed along the lace edge of each cup of my bra, biting gently into one breast when he finished. I gasped and he lifted his mouth to blow a stream of air across the damp area.

  I writhed beneath him and he lifted his mouth away until I settled again. Once I was still, David's lips touched to my stomach. He continued to kiss until he reached my navel, and then drew his tongue back up to the underwire of my bra. I could feel the heat building between my thighs as he pushed me toward the brink of ecstasy.

  "Sit up."

  I did as he asked and reached behind me to unhook my strapless bra, letting it fall away from my body. It too, ended up in the truck, and I tilted my head back to enjoy the novel feeling of the cool night air grazing my nipples. Already taut from David's touch, they hardened further, sending a thrill through my center.

  David's hand came up to cradle one breast as he drew my nipple in between his lips. I whimpered, clutching the back of his head as he suckled me, licking and nibbling so tenderly on my sensitive flesh. He brought the same attention to the other breast and I arched into his touch. I had never been treated with such reverence. My body tingled with anticipation of what was to come.

  He gently led me to lie back down on the windshield and rolled onto his knees. After releasing the hooks of my garter belt, he slid it down my hips and off of my legs. He ran his fingertip down the front of my panties and then further, forcing me to part my thighs for him.

  I closed my eyes and undulated my hips as his fingers slid under the edge of the lace and brushed by my wetness. I couldn’t help but revel in the feeling of such an intimate touch. He moved down and tugged my panties to the side as his tongue brushed by my swollen flesh, licking and sucking as he groaned deep in his chest. I loved how he enjoyed himself, as if eating me out were a treat to him and not to me.

  I cried out and let him lift my hips to remove the last bit of fabric that kept my body from him, leaving me in only my black thigh highs and heels. He drew a long lick up through my folds and my hips bucked, giving him the chance to catch them and tilt me forward so he could hold me against his mouth. His tongue dipped inside me and my body gave in to him, readying with a wash of hot, slick fluid. In a show of truly masterful multitasking, he continued his blissful ministrations while also reaching down to unfasten his belt and shed his remaining clothing.

  One more hard suck and it was as if the world blew apart. I cried out and arched my back, riding the orgasm he delivered expertly and wanting another one. Greedy wasn’t a new sensation, but in the moment, it was the one I coveted the most.

  He rose up over me, his forehead pressing against mine so he could look into my eyes. Our breath mingled between us and for a moment everything was so still I could nearly hear our hearts beating. I lifted my mouth to his and we kissed languidly for several long seconds, tasting each other as I explored the musky flavor of my release.

  "Touch me," he whispered.

  I reached down and ran my fingers along his thick, hard length. My fingers found a drop of silky liquid at the tip and I swirled it into the tender head. One of his hands came to mine and led me to grip him tighter, stroking him so I could feel his full length. I bit my bottom lip, whimpering at the feel of his powerful cock in my hand and the surge of desire to have him inside me.

  David lowered his mouth to my ear, sucking on the lobe before whispering to me. "Let me inside you."

  I nodded as he moved back and slid the condom down his thick length. I wanted him bareback, but I knew better.

  I didn't realize I had closed my thighs until he growled low in his chest and slid his hands up my taut flesh, pulling me open. He settled between my legs and nipped at my lips sensually as the hot, swollen head of his erection slid down over my clit. I moaned at the sensation that shot through me, leaving me needy and far more ballsy than I might have been in the past.

  "Can you feel how much I want you?" I whispered breathlessly, drawing my knees up beside his hips.

  He paused at my opening and groaned as he pressed in a little. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

  The movement opened me further and brought my hips closer to him, causing him to dip inside me. He drew in a sharp breath and I closed my eyes, my mouth opening, but no sound coming out.

  "Open your eyes," he said, his voice gravelly with arousal. "Look at me."

  My eyes opened and he pushed forward, sinking the rest of the way inside me. A strangled cry poured from my chest as my body stretched to hold him.

  His slow, patient mentality disappeared as soon as he got all the way inside me and he scooped me against him with one arm, using the other to brace himself against the hood. I wrapped my arms around his neck, gripping his back as he pounded into me with hard, deep thrusts that elicited sharp cries from my lips each time his body slammed against mine. He made love to me for what seemed like hours before pausing and staring down at me, a naughty smile forming on his lips.

  "Come for me, baby," he said and just like that, he pushed me over the edge.

  I screamed his name as my body gripped him, pulling him in deeper. Frantic sounds came from his chest and he increased his pace even further until he met my tremors with a hard, intense pulse of his own and he roared as he spilled into me. He held his position, forcing himself as deeply inside me as possible while I milked him. He took another gasping breath and dropped, shuddering into my arms.

  Chapter 7

  David

  "Sarah?"

  She made a soft cooing sound and nuzzled against my chest. I had rolled to my back and cuddled her against me and she had drifted to sleep. My body was warm and buzzing with satisfaction, and my heart was full for the first time in as long as I could remember.

  "Are you asleep?"

  She murmured again and wriggled her naked body against me. I relished the feeling of it, her skin soft and smooth, and her curves luscious even in her tiny size, almost like she was crafted as the exact counterpart to me. I was indulged by her exquisite blend of sweet femininity and wild sexiness and if I could have had my way, I would have buried myself in her again and spent the rest of the night making love to her right there on my truck, but it wouldn't be long before the sun came up. The old farmer who owned the field had a habit of meandering through his fields early in the morning and I wasn't sure he was ready to come upon that visual before his first cup of coffee.

  "Am I naked on a truck?" she whispered.

  "You most certainly are," I said, laughing.

  She buried her face in my chest and curled up tighter as if trying to conceal herself from any nocturnal animals that may be interested in a little bit of exhibitionism.

  "How am I going to explain this to Norm?" She gave me a cheeky grin.

  I laughed again and pull
ed her on top of me.

  "Norm doesn’t need to know anything."

  "He's going to notice that I wasn't in my room all night. As disturbing as it is, I think he's the one that cleaned my room yesterday."

  I knew she was being silly, but I remembered the way he looked at her in the bar the night before as my chest constricted with anger. I didn't like the idea of her being near him again, much less sleeping in the hotel he owned. I'd known Norm my entire life and I'd never known him to hurt a fly, but that didn't mean I trusted him even for a second with Sarah.

  "Why don't you go back to the hotel and get your stuff, then meet me at the ranch. I have to get my morning work started, but I think I have an alternative to you staying there."

  She kissed the middle of my chest and rested her chin on my stomach to look at me. "Are you going to sneak me into your bedroom like you did with girls in high school?"

  "I'll have you know that I never once snuck a girl into my room in high school. My mother would have killed me and the girl too. And no, that's not my plan. Just go back to the hotel, pack up, and meet me at the ranch. Wear your jeans and maybe I'll teach you how to pick up a bale of hay." I gave her a playful smack on the ass and she squealed.

  The sun was splashing hints of pink light along the horizon when we finally disentangled ourselves from each other, and I reluctantly climbed down from the hood. I reached up for her and she slid down into my arms, curling for a brief moment against my chest before settling onto her feet on the ground. She was still wearing the thigh highs and heels, and I didn’t have a doubt in my mind that from that day forward, that exact look was the one that I was going to imagine when I thought of her.

  She shimmied into her dress, not bothering to put her lingerie back on. Instead, she tucked it into my glove compartment and flashed me a devilish smile. "Maybe I'll come back for that later."

  "Maybe you can leave it there so I can think of you every time I'm in my truck."

  She slid across the front seat of the truck and touched her mouth to my neck, kissing her way along the vein along the side while her hand slipped down to the inside of my thigh. Her fingers brushed my fly when she suddenly sat up straight. "I just realized something. You have to bring me back to the hotel. My car is there."