14. Mila #2
I lean into the kiss, letting myself get lost in the warmth of his mouth and the solid weight of him against me. His hand slides higher under my sweater, fingers splaying across my ribs, and suddenly I can't stand the barrier between us anymore.
I pull back just enough to grab the hem of my sweater and yank it over my head.
Luke goes completely still, his eyes tracking slowly down from my face to where I'm kneeling in front of him in just my bra and jeans. The look on his face makes my skin flush hot despite the cold Montana air.
"Mila." His voice comes out rough. Strained. "I didn't take you out tonight to get in your pants again."
The words land with gentle sincerity, and my chest squeezes with affection for this man who's so careful with me even when I can see the hunger in his eyes.
"I know." I reach for him, cupping his jaw in both hands so he has to look at me. "You would never. That's not who you are." I lean in, brushing my lips against his. "But I want you. Right now. Under these stars. I want you, Luke."
Something in his expression shifts—that last thread of restraint snapping cleanly.
"Come here," he growls, and then his mouth is on mine again but different this time. Hungrier. More demanding.
I make a sound against his lips as his hands find my waist, pulling me into his lap so I'm straddling him. The new position presses us together in a way that makes my head spin, and I rock against him instinctively.
His hands slide up my back, finding the clasp of my bra and flicking it open with practiced ease. I help him pull it off, suddenly very aware that we're completely exposed out here in the middle of the ranch under nothing but moonlight and stars.
"Anyone could see us," I whisper, even as I arch into his touch when his palms cover my breasts.
"No one's out here." His thumbs brush over my nipples and I gasp. "Just us. Promise."
He dips his head, trailing kisses down my throat and across my collarbone before taking one nipple into his mouth. The sensation shoots straight through me, making me dig my fingers into his shoulders.
I'm vaguely aware that I should be cold—that being half-naked in a truck bed in November should be uncomfortable—but Luke's hands and mouth are everywhere, keeping me burning hot from the inside out.
I work at the buttons of his flannel with shaking fingers until he pulls back enough to help me, shrugging out of the shirt and tossing it aside. Then his t-shirt follows, and finally I can touch all that warm skin stretched over hard muscle.
"You're so beautiful," I murmur, tracing the lines of his chest and stomach. "I've wanted to do this since I first saw you."
"Yeah?" His hands find the button of my jeans. "When was that?"
"First time I came to the ranch." I lift up enough for him to work my jeans down. "You were walking away from the barn and I thought you looked like every cowboy fantasy I've ever had."
He makes a low sound, helping me kick off my jeans and boots until I'm completely bare in his lap. The position should make me feel exposed, vulnerable, but the way Luke looks at me—like I'm the most incredible thing he's ever seen—makes me feel powerful instead.
"Your turn," I tell him, working at his belt.
He helps me, lifting his hips so I can peel his jeans and boxer briefs down. Then he's naked beneath me and we're pressed together skin-to-skin, nothing between us but moonlight.
"Lie back," he says, voice dark with promise.
I do, stretching out on the blanket with my head near the cab. The stars spread out above me in their impossible brightness, and I'm suddenly overwhelmingly aware of how small we are and how vast everything else is and how none of it matters because Luke is looking at me like I'm his entire world.
He settles between my thighs, hands sliding up the inside of my legs in a way that makes me shiver.
"Luke—"
"Want to taste you again," he murmurs, pressing kisses along my inner thigh. "Been thinking about it since that night in the office."
My breath catches as his mouth moves higher, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. When his tongue finally makes contact, I arch off the blanket with a gasp.
He takes his time, learning me all over again. Long, slow strokes that make my toes curl. Focused attention that has me whimpering his name into the night air. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open and steady as he works me higher and higher.
"Luke. Oh god, Luke?—"
He responds by doubling his efforts, adding pressure exactly where I need it until I'm trembling and desperate. My hands find his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as I lose myself in the sensation.
The orgasm builds slowly, pleasure spreading through my limbs like honey until I can't tell where I end and the sensation begins. When I finally tip over the edge, it's with his name on my lips and stars exploding behind my eyelids.
I'm still floating when he kisses his way back up my body, settling between my thighs with his weight braced on his forearms.
"Okay?" he asks softly, and I love him a little for checking even though I just came so hard I saw the universe.
"More than okay." I pull him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. "Need you inside me."
He reaches for his discarded jeans, fumbling for his wallet and the condom inside. I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he rolls it on, the practical action somehow incredibly hot.
Then he's back, positioning himself at my entrance and pushing in slowly. So slowly that I feel every inch of him filling me, stretching me, making room for himself inside my body.
"Fuck," he breathes when he's fully seated. "You feel so good, sweetheart."
The endearment makes my heart clench. I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him deeper.
He starts to move in long, deep strokes that make me gasp every time he bottoms out. This isn't the frantic coupling from the office—this is deliberate. Sensual. Luke taking his time to make me feel every second of this.
"Look at you." His eyes trace over my face, down to where my breasts move with each thrust. "So damn beautiful spread out under the stars for me."
I arch beneath him, chasing more friction. "Luke, please?—"
"I know." He adjusts the angle slightly and I cry out as he hits something perfect inside me. "That's it. Let me hear you."
There's no one to hear us out here except the horses and the endless Montana sky, so I don't hold back. Every moan and whimper falls freely as he fucks me with a steady rhythm that's driving me steadily toward another edge.
His hand slides between us, fingers finding where we're joined and adding pressure that makes me see white.
"Come for me again," he murmurs against my neck. "Want to feel you."
The combination of his words and his touch and the relentless pleasure of him moving inside me pushes me over. I come with his name torn from my throat, my body clenching around him in waves.
He follows seconds later, burying his face in my neck as he loses control. I hold him through it, fingers stroking through his hair as he shudders and goes still.
We stay like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, hearts racing against each other. Above us, the stars continue their silent vigil like they've witnessed a thousand moments just like this one.
Finally Luke pulls back enough to look at me, and his expression is so tender it makes my chest ache.
"Worth the cold?" he asks, a small smile playing at his lips.
I laugh, suddenly aware that my bare skin is covered in goosebumps. "Completely worth it."
He disposes of the condom and then pulls me against his chest, wrapping the edges of the blanket around us both. I burrow into his warmth, fitting myself against him like I was made for this exact spot.
"I could stay here forever," I murmur, already feeling drowsy and sated.
"Unfortunately we'd freeze to death." His hand strokes up and down my spine. "But we can stay a little longer."