clacking on the highway.
Chapter Five
‡
“C hanning?”
She blinked at the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the window and scrambled upright. “What? Where are we?”
Trevor grinned and traced his fingers over her sleep-creased cheek. “We’re about an hour outside Limon. Just wondered if you needed to use the bathroom before we get back on the road.”
“Wow. I slept for five hours?”
“Four. I’ve got a bit of a lead foot so we made good time.”
“I guess so. Where are Colby and Edgard?”
“Inside. Why? Did you need them for something?” Her skin was so smooth. How long had it been since he’d paid attention to the supreme softness of the skin on a woman’s face? Such a contrast from a man’s rough skin and stubble.
“No. I was just curious.” Channing smiled and angled her head more deeply into his touch. “Mmm. That feels nice. I probably should get out and stretch my legs and visit the little girl’s room.”
“Let me help you.” Trevor clamped his hands over her slim hips and scooted her from the cab. When her boots hit the ground, he slammed the door, and crowded her against the truck bed. “But first, how about one of them sweet kisses, darlin’?”
She rose to her tiptoes and gave him a loud smacking smooch on his Adam’s apple. “Like that?”
“You got a mean streak, Chan.”
“No, sir. How about if you show me how you want to be kissed, Trev, so next time I won’t have to guess.”
Trevor tilted his black Stetson farther back on his head and lowered his face, keeping their eyes locked. When his mouth was close enough their breath mingled, he licked his lips and swept them across hers. Lightly. Softly. Not applying pressure, not nibbling or teasing, not using his tongue, just feeling the warm fullness of her lips parting in expectation of his.
He brought his hand up to her shoulder and lazily rubbed his thumb over the pulse beating in the hollow of her throat. Then he rimmed the inside of her full lower lip with the inside edge of his upper lip. Back and forth, creating friction and heat and moisture. Just that slick, barely-there slide of mouth on mouth made her whimper.
Taking pity on her and himself, he pinched her stubborn chin between his thumb and forefinger and unlocked her jaw to accept the invasion of his tongue.
She responded with such unrestrained passion Trevor knew it was a damn good thing they were in public. As it was he wanted nothing more than to drop his Wranglers to the top of her Tony Lamas and drive into her hot little pussy, right there, next to the gas pumps at the Flying J Truck Plaza.
Trevor forced his mouth away, trying to level his ragged breathing and he rested his forehead to hers. Once he regained control, he stepped back.
Channing smiled and tugged his hat back in place. “Now that’s what I call a kiss.”
Edgard said, “If you two are done sucking face, we need to get a move on.”
“Quit bein’ an asshole, Ed. Give Channing time to use the can and get a snack.” Trevor waited for him to snap off another smart retort. Instead Edgard scowled and skirted the front of the truck and climbed in the passenger side.
As Trevor watched Channing saunter into the convenience store, he knew Edgard was going to be a problem where she was concerned. Problem was, Trevor didn’t know what to do about it.
Colby materialized from the shadows and leaned against the concrete pillar beside the pump. “Everything all right?”
“Yeah.” Trevor couldn’t meet Colby’s gaze. “She’s something, isn’t she?”
“Yep.”
“I think you like her way more than you’re lettin’ on. So does that mean you’re gonna have a problem sharin’ her with me, Colby? Actin’ all pissed off if Chan and I spend time alone together? If you see me kissin’ her?”
“Nah, buddy, there’s enough of her to go around. This is what she wants and I think it’ll work well for us. But we both know I ain’t the one with the jealous streak.”
Chapter Five
‡
“C hanning?”
She blinked at the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the window and scrambled upright. “What? Where are we?”
Trevor grinned and traced his fingers over her sleep-creased cheek. “We’re about an hour outside Limon. Just wondered if you needed to use the bathroom before we get back on the road.”
“Wow. I slept for five hours?”
“Four. I’ve got a bit of a lead foot so we made good time.”
“I guess so. Where are Colby and Edgard?”
“Inside. Why? Did you need them for something?” Her skin was so smooth. How long had it been since he’d paid attention to the supreme softness of the skin on a woman’s face? Such a contrast from a man’s rough skin and stubble.
“No. I was just curious.” Channing smiled and angled her head more deeply into his touch. “Mmm. That feels nice. I probably should get out and stretch my legs and visit the little girl’s room.”
“Let me help you.” Trevor clamped his hands over her slim hips and scooted her from the cab. When her boots hit the ground, he slammed the door, and crowded her against the truck bed. “But first, how about one of them sweet kisses, darlin’?”
She rose to her tiptoes and gave him a loud smacking smooch on his Adam’s apple. “Like that?”
“You got a mean streak, Chan.”
“No, sir. How about if you show me how you want to be kissed, Trev, so next time I won’t have to guess.”
Trevor tilted his black Stetson farther back on his head and lowered his face, keeping their eyes locked. When his mouth was close enough their breath mingled, he licked his lips and swept them across hers. Lightly. Softly. Not applying pressure, not nibbling or teasing, not using his tongue, just feeling the warm fullness of her lips parting in expectation of his.
He brought his hand up to her shoulder and lazily rubbed his thumb over the pulse beating in the hollow of her throat. Then he rimmed the inside of her full lower lip with the inside edge of his upper lip. Back and forth, creating friction and heat and moisture. Just that slick, barely-there slide of mouth on mouth made her whimper.
Taking pity on her and himself, he pinched her stubborn chin between his thumb and forefinger and unlocked her jaw to accept the invasion of his tongue.
She responded with such unrestrained passion Trevor knew it was a damn good thing they were in public. As it was he wanted nothing more than to drop his Wranglers to the top of her Tony Lamas and drive into her hot little pussy, right there, next to the gas pumps at the Flying J Truck Plaza.
Trevor forced his mouth away, trying to level his ragged breathing and he rested his forehead to hers. Once he regained control, he stepped back.
Channing smiled and tugged his hat back in place. “Now that’s what I call a kiss.”
Edgard said, “If you two are done sucking face, we need to get a move on.”
“Quit bein’ an asshole, Ed. Give Channing time to use the can and get a snack.” Trevor waited for him to snap off another smart retort. Instead Edgard scowled and skirted the front of the truck and climbed in the passenger side.
As Trevor watched Channing saunter into the convenience store, he knew Edgard was going to be a problem where she was concerned. Problem was, Trevor didn’t know what to do about it.
Colby materialized from the shadows and leaned against the concrete pillar beside the pump. “Everything all right?”
“Yeah.” Trevor couldn’t meet Colby’s gaze. “She’s something, isn’t she?”
“Yep.”
“I think you like her way more than you’re lettin’ on. So does that mean you’re gonna have a problem sharin’ her with me, Colby? Actin’ all pissed off if Chan and I spend time alone together? If you see me kissin’ her?”
“Nah, buddy, there’s enough of her to go around. This is what she wants and I think it’ll work well for us. But we both know I ain’t the one with the jealous streak.”
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