Jamison had a magic tongue. He licked and kissed her, using fingers to spread her. She let her head drop back.
“Jamison.”
“Mmm hmm?” he asked, his mouth busy.
“I’m glad you came back.”
“Mmm. So am I.”
His hot tongue contrasted sharply with the cool air in the cab. She needed his mouth and what it did.
His tongue moved across her labia, parting the lips, then tickled her swollen berry. He suckled her, pulling the nub into his mouth, the tiny pain of his teeth arousing as hell.
She looked down at his satin black hair and strong back, marveling that this man wanted her. Three years ago, when he’d said in his lecture, “Navajo legend says that this world is the fourth level of worlds we’ve ascended to,” his smooth voice had made her wet. She’d never thought listening to a creation myth would make her want to take a man to bed.
This incredible man everyone liked wanted her, and he showed her now by jabbing his tongue straight into her cream. She moaned out loud, her fingers furrowing his hair.
He went on driving her crazy, his neck muscles working as he drank her. Her hips moved frantically, her juices pouring out of her and over his tongue.
“Jamison,” she screamed.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered into her skin.
He kept his mouth on her, moving with her frenzy until she suddenly broke. She had no idea what she shouted or what she did, but she was squeezing with her thighs, raking her fingers across his back.
Finally he raised his head, his smile stretched wide. “Don’t kill me, love. I want to do more later.” Naomi collapsed against the seat, panting. “Sorry.”
“I was teasing.” Jamison licked his lips as he sat up, his eyes hot and full of sin. “I like it a little rough.” Naomi dragged in long breaths, fire still raging in her core. Before she could reason out what she was doing, she unbuckled and unzipped Jamison’s jeans and lowered her head to his lap.
“Naomi . . . ”
“Payback,” Naomi said and swirled her tongue around his stiff cock. “Sit there and take it.” Jamison made a raw noise, fist closing on her hair. He tasted so good, better than she remembered. She wanted to suck him into her mouth and keep on sucking, to let him know how much she missed him.
He rocked his hips like he wanted to f**k her mouth, and she opened wide for him.
“Damn, I missed you,” he said.
Naomi was slightly surprised at herself, but the new wildness in him touched a wildness in her. And what the hell? If they were going to freeze to death out here, they might as well go out having fun.
Naomi suckled and licked his c**k until he groaned and shot a sweet stream into her mouth. She sat up again, triumphant, and reached for the tissues she kept in the glove compartment.
Then she noticed the silence. “Oh my God, it stopped snowing.” The blizzard had slowed, and a snowless wind had blown chunks of white from the front window.
Naomi wiped her mouth and jerked her jeans up with shaking fingers. “We’d better stop this.” Jamison’s smile was wicked. He drew her against him, kissing her neck, under her hair, his breath hot.
“Why, so we don’t embarrass the highway workers?”
“I was thinking we’d be the ones embarrassed, sitting here with our pants down.” Jamison licked her ear, and she felt the ridge of his already hard erection against her thigh. “Hope they get here soon,” he rasped. “I want to do more in a more comfortable setting.”
“Maybe you should take a look at how stuck we are. The cold might do us good.”
“I don’t think anything will cool me down from being with you.”
“Even so.”
Jamison laughed and kissed her again, then he zipped up his jeans, pulled on gloves, and opened the door. Freezing air rushed into the cab, cut off abruptly as he slammed the door again.
Storms up here could diminish just as quickly as they blew in. Jamison brushed the remains of the snow from the windshield and Naomi could see the road, or at least a thick blanket of white with reflective markers sticking up through it. Even with her four-wheel drive, the road would be impassible for a while, the snow too soft and slick. They’d have to wait for a plow.