leaned toward her, kissed her again. It was amazing how often and how naturally he came to her this way. A kiss, a touch, a look, spontaneous and comfortable and real.
“We had our first date in this truck, even though you swore for months that it wasn’t a date at all.” Jimmy slid from behind the steering wheel and wrapped an arm over her shoulder. “We’ve argued in this truck, made up, and made love right here.” He nuzzled her neck, kissed her throat, and Jess could imagine too well falling back and making love to Jimmy now, here.
“‘Pickup’ was my best-selling CD so far,” he continued, and Jess realized that she was falling slowly backward and Jimmy was coming with her. “When this truck dies, it gets a proper burial.”
Jimmy slipped his hand beneath her coat and under her sweater. Fingers swept over her skin, warm hands on a cold night heating her until the interior of the truck wasn’t just warm... it was hot.
His hand rested on her breast as he kissed her again. She was practically lying down, and Jimmy towered over her, wrapped himself around her. Her thighs parted, and Jimmy rested between them.
It seemed as if she’d wanted him forever. She’d denied it, fought it, but she knew now that this was right. More than right, it was meant to be. Jimmy shifted his body so that he touched her from locked lips to spread knees, and she could feel his hardened arousal pressing insistently against her inner thigh.
She slipped her hand between their bodies and found the zipper that started at the neck of his jumpsuit and ended somewhere beneath the waist. With a little tug it slipped downward slowly, to mid-chest, and Jess tucked her hand between the white fabric and Jimmy’s warm chest. Her hand rested over his heart.
The passenger door flew open, and they were hit with an icy blast of cold air. Jimmy flew up, bringing Jess with him with his hand at her back and her hand trapped awkwardly beneath the white polyester. She twisted her head quickly, wondering, dreading what she might see there.
It was only Dean, complete with jumpsuit and Elvis wig, but without the dark glasses. A long red scarf whipped in the wind. There was a neatly folded pile of clothes in his hands; jeans and a denim jacket, scuffed boots and Jimmy’s black cowboy hat.
“You forgot these,” he said, apparently not a bit embarrassed to have interrupted as he dropped the clothes onto Jess’s lap. She managed to free her hand in time to keep the bundle from slipping to the floor. “And this.” He tossed a manila envelope to Jimmy. “It’s got the new tour dates, and you’re clear from June to October, just like you wanted. Ready to tell me what’s up?”
“Major production,” Jimmy said with a smile. “I’ll tell you all about it after the first of the year.”
Dean grumbled. He didn’t like not knowing everything, but Jess knew there was no other choice but to keep Dean in the dark. As soon as he knew about the baby, it would turn into a marketing tool. The tabloids, the magazines, a few colorful announcements on every social media outlet.
“Merry Christmas, Dean.” Jimmy reached across Jess to grab the door handle and close off his A&R man and the cold wind.
Dean caught the door before it could swing closed. He leaned into the truck and smiled wickedly. “If you guys are gonna break with tradition and have sex regularly after nearly three years of marriage, do us all a favor and get a room. Better yet, go home.”
Dean started to close the door, but pulled it back at the last moment. “Tell me the truth. It’s the outfit, right?” He directed his question to Jess. “There’s something about white bell bottoms that makes a man irresistible.”
Jimmy reached across Jess once again, grabbed the door handle in his hand, and pulled. Dean’s only choice was to back up or brace for the blow of the door against his body. He jumped back quickly. His mischievous grin never faded.
Chapter Six
Jess waited
“We had our first date in this truck, even though you swore for months that it wasn’t a date at all.” Jimmy slid from behind the steering wheel and wrapped an arm over her shoulder. “We’ve argued in this truck, made up, and made love right here.” He nuzzled her neck, kissed her throat, and Jess could imagine too well falling back and making love to Jimmy now, here.
“‘Pickup’ was my best-selling CD so far,” he continued, and Jess realized that she was falling slowly backward and Jimmy was coming with her. “When this truck dies, it gets a proper burial.”
Jimmy slipped his hand beneath her coat and under her sweater. Fingers swept over her skin, warm hands on a cold night heating her until the interior of the truck wasn’t just warm... it was hot.
His hand rested on her breast as he kissed her again. She was practically lying down, and Jimmy towered over her, wrapped himself around her. Her thighs parted, and Jimmy rested between them.
It seemed as if she’d wanted him forever. She’d denied it, fought it, but she knew now that this was right. More than right, it was meant to be. Jimmy shifted his body so that he touched her from locked lips to spread knees, and she could feel his hardened arousal pressing insistently against her inner thigh.
She slipped her hand between their bodies and found the zipper that started at the neck of his jumpsuit and ended somewhere beneath the waist. With a little tug it slipped downward slowly, to mid-chest, and Jess tucked her hand between the white fabric and Jimmy’s warm chest. Her hand rested over his heart.
The passenger door flew open, and they were hit with an icy blast of cold air. Jimmy flew up, bringing Jess with him with his hand at her back and her hand trapped awkwardly beneath the white polyester. She twisted her head quickly, wondering, dreading what she might see there.
It was only Dean, complete with jumpsuit and Elvis wig, but without the dark glasses. A long red scarf whipped in the wind. There was a neatly folded pile of clothes in his hands; jeans and a denim jacket, scuffed boots and Jimmy’s black cowboy hat.
“You forgot these,” he said, apparently not a bit embarrassed to have interrupted as he dropped the clothes onto Jess’s lap. She managed to free her hand in time to keep the bundle from slipping to the floor. “And this.” He tossed a manila envelope to Jimmy. “It’s got the new tour dates, and you’re clear from June to October, just like you wanted. Ready to tell me what’s up?”
“Major production,” Jimmy said with a smile. “I’ll tell you all about it after the first of the year.”
Dean grumbled. He didn’t like not knowing everything, but Jess knew there was no other choice but to keep Dean in the dark. As soon as he knew about the baby, it would turn into a marketing tool. The tabloids, the magazines, a few colorful announcements on every social media outlet.
“Merry Christmas, Dean.” Jimmy reached across Jess to grab the door handle and close off his A&R man and the cold wind.
Dean caught the door before it could swing closed. He leaned into the truck and smiled wickedly. “If you guys are gonna break with tradition and have sex regularly after nearly three years of marriage, do us all a favor and get a room. Better yet, go home.”
Dean started to close the door, but pulled it back at the last moment. “Tell me the truth. It’s the outfit, right?” He directed his question to Jess. “There’s something about white bell bottoms that makes a man irresistible.”
Jimmy reached across Jess once again, grabbed the door handle in his hand, and pulled. Dean’s only choice was to back up or brace for the blow of the door against his body. He jumped back quickly. His mischievous grin never faded.
Chapter Six
Jess waited
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