Such a tease. She turned just enough to catch his lips with hers. He kissed her then, finally, soft and lingering, as his tongue played with hers. He kissed her like they had all the time they would ever need. In the dusky light, in the quiet of the forest, her world narrowed down to just the back of this truck, his body warming hers.

Anna didn’t know how long they kissed. She knew her lips were swollen, and she knew her breath was shallow. But she didn’t want it to end. John moved back, and his dark eyes were heavy lidded as they gazed at her.

Anna pulled at his shoulders, wanting to feel his arms around her. John grinned, and he moved over her, caging her in with his body. She leaned back, resting against the back of the cab, and reached up to hold the nape of his neck, gripping his hair to bring him down to her. She reveled in him, raking her hands under his shirt, finally able to touch his warm skin, wishing she would leave marks, to claim him for herself. He snaked a hand under her shirt, his fingers teasing her skin. He gently nipped her bottom lip, and she stifled a moan.

How is he this good with clothes on and in the back of a truck? She didn’t know if she could put into words how he made her feel. Instead, she sat up. She liked the look of uncertainty on his face as he sat back, giving her room. Maybe she wasn’t the only one feeling vulnerable. She knelt before him. He had taken a chance and told her that he didn’t want to wait, and she had to show him the same thing. Taking a deep breath, she took off her shirt, tossing it down beside her.

John reached out to run the pads of his thumbs over the lace of her bra, her nipples tightening in response.

A whimper tumbled from her lips.

“You like that?” he asked, continuing his ministrations.

Anna nodded, words not quite forming.

“Take it off. Let me see you.”

She unhooked her bra, letting it fall, and the lace stuttered over her nipples. She sat before him in only her jeans and boots, forcing herself to keep her eyes open.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “How are you so pretty?”

She let out a breath and smiled.

With a smirk, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt in his fists and pulled it off. Anna didn’t know where to look. Breathless at the sight of his chest, she reached out to trail a hand over the hard planes of his stomach, the muscles twitching under her fingers.

His eyes closed as her hands roamed over the expanse of his chest, his breath panting and hoarse. She finally let herself sweep lower, palming him over his jeans. He hissed in response, opening his eyes to look at her.