Between Here and the Horizon(83)
I tried to look away again—I was buried under an avalanche of emotion, and I felt as though I would suffocate from it. Sully wouldn’t let me hide from him, though. He ducked down, bending so our eyes were locked once more. “Loving you isn’t me telling you something we both already know. It’s waking up together every morning. It’s making love, and arguing and fighting, and dealing with each other’s shit. It’s walking across hot coals for you. It’s protecting you, and keeping you, and honoring you always. There’s no half measure in this, okay? So you have to be f*cking sure, because once we travel down this road together, there is no turning back. There is no good ol’ college try. There’s me, and there’s you. Forever. This will change me, and it’ll change you, too. It’s a part of us already. Once we let it overtake us, there won’t be any turning back. Is that what you want?”
“Is it what you want?” I asked in a small voice.
“Don’t do that. Own your feelings. You don’t need to know what I think before you can make up your mind.”
“I know I don’t. I’m just scared to say it.”
Sully smiled—big, contagious, unfathomable—and my heart felt like it was going to burst. “You’ve already done the hard part, Lang. This next part is just the first step.”
“Toward what?”
He gave me a chiding look. “You tell me. Actually tell me, Lang. Right now.”
A cold shiver of panic ran up my spine, but I ignored it. I pushed down my fear, and I plucked up every last scrap of courage I owned. “The rest of our lives,” I said firmly. “It’s the first step toward the rest of our lives, because that’s what I want. I want it all. With you. I can’t imagine it any other way.”
Sully moved quickly, sitting upright. He grabbed hold of me, his hands fisting my hair, running down my back, groping my ass through my jeans. His mouth found mine, and for a moment the world outside of the truck drifted away. There was no snow falling out of the window. There were no dark, ominous clouds blocking out the moonlight. There was no island, and there was no tomorrow. There was just this moment, our moment, and the breath we shared as we kissed.
He was a man possessed. I was a woman lost. Together, we were two halves of something fragile and delicate, beautiful in its complexity.
Sully bit at my lips and my tongue, growling. Placing one hand at the nape of my neck, he kissed me harder, grinding his hips up again; his hard-on was still raging, still made of solid steel. He rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against me, igniting a desperate ache inside me. I needed him. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anybody, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I tore at his shirt, wrestling it over his head, and then my hands were frantically pulling at his belt buckle, trying to unfasten it. Sully took over; he made quick work of the belt, ripping it from his belt loops entirely and flinging it over his shoulder onto the back seat. I unbuttoned his pants and shimmied them down his body, trying not to gasp when I tugged his jeans down over his hips and his erection sprang free.
“Damn it,” I murmured under my breath.
“What’s wrong?” Sully panted.
“I want to ride you so hard, Sully. I need to feel you inside me right now. But I want you in my mouth, too. I want to make you come so hard. I want to taste you. I want to swallow you. But I want to feel you coming inside me as well.”
Sully groaned, head falling back against the car seat. “God, I can’t even take you talking to me like that. You’re gonna kill me, girl.”
I flicked the end of my tongue over the tip of his cock, shivering with pleasure. “Which would you prefer?” I asked. My voice was raspy and filled with desire. Sully reached his hand between our bodies, down, in between my legs, and yanked my jeans open. His teeth were bared, his eyes burning, on fire.
“Oh, we’re doing both, Lang. We are doing both.” He took a handful of my hair and pulled on it—gently enough that it didn’t hurt, but hard enough that I knew where he wanted me. He thrust up into my mouth, lowering my head down on him at the same time, and his cock slid all the way to the back of my throat. At the same time, he began working the fingers of his other hand against my *, rubbing small circles against my clit through my panties.
“Shit, you’re so wet,” he panted. “You really want me, don’t you? God, I can feel how badly you want me.”
I could feel how badly he wanted me, too. He was getting harder and harder by the second. I worked my tongue over him, from the base of his cock to the very tip, and Sully bucked underneath me, his breath quickening until he was almost hyperventilating.
“Fuck, Lang. Oh god. Oh shit. I’m gonna come. Baby, I’m gonna—”
Light suddenly shone through the truck window, bouncing around the inside of the vehicle. Sully reacted so quickly, it took a second for me to figure out what was going on. He wasn’t coming. He was pushing me off him and grabbing his t-shirt, trying to cover me up with it.
“Sully Fletcher, you dog, you.” Someone was standing at the car window on the driver’s side, peering in through the glass. They had a flashlight in their hand, and they were pointing it directly at us. “That you, Miss Lang? Good to see you again.” I recognized the voice but couldn’t place it. I was too busy scrambling, trying to get dressed. Sully was red in the face, yanking his jeans back up his body, swearing under his breath.