"So you've never lost anyone?" he asked quietly. Her mouth was dry as she stared at his large thumb, which had started to make small circles on her skin.
She shook her head. Her lips numb as she spoke. "No, my parents died when I was so little that I don't remember them, and there wasn't anyone else."
"So you're completely alone?" he asked. He sounded sad, but she couldn't risk looking at him. She nodded.
"I'm alone," she repeated. "Always have been." She still stared at his hand. He'd moved his other hand to gently cradle hers between his two large palms, turning her hand upward to play gently with her fingers. They sat like this for what felt like ages, staring at their joined hands as he stroked her gently. Then, she brought her other hand to his wrist, trailing her fingertips gently over it. The hair was course as it curled around her small finger. He inhaled sharply as she touched him, and despite herself she couldn't help smiling at the effect she was having on him.
"Reese," he said, his voice low. She glanced up at her name. He raised his dark eyes to hers and she felt transfixed by them. She didn't answer. She ached with need as she stared at him, and she knew she could have him if she wanted.
In that moment she made a decision. He'd be gone the next day, back a week later, and by then she could move on, get out of town. If she could just have this one night. She'd allow herself this one night, then move on and never look back. She leaned into him, raising her hand to his cheek.
His eyes widened slightly as she leaned into him before fluttering shut as her lips met his. She kissed him chastely, pressing their lips together, closing her eyes as she welcomed the feel of his skin against hers, the scratch of his stubble against her chin. She lingered briefly before pulling back, only to have him chase her as he caught her lips again in a hungry kiss.
"Mmmm," she said as she stood, pressing between his legs on the stool, pushing her body against his. He brought his hands to sit at her waist, his large palm splayed widely across her lower back to hold her firmly against him. She clung to him as well, her arms draped over his shoulders and tangling with his hair, surprisingly soft.
He tasted of sugar and lemon as her tongue swept over his, making him groan deeply as his own tongue pressed back against hers. Reese suddenly pulled back with a gasp. She wasn't sure she was making the right decision. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to clear her head, before opening them to see him gazing at her, patiently waiting. Leaning back in, she didn't kiss him but instead ran her lips over his jaw.
"Ohh," he moaned as she caught his ear in her mouth, tonguing it lightly, running the tip of her tongue up over the shell. He turned his head, tipping it towards her to give her better access. He sighed in pleasure as she trailed her tongue again behind his ear, turning suddenly to bury her face in his hair, which smelled slightly of apple, possibly apple scented shampoo. She buried her nose deeper and also smelled his natural male scent of musk, sensual and wild. She was purposefully mindful of every scent, every touch, wanting to remember every detail of the evening that she would only share once with him.
Standing suddenly, he lifted her effortlessly to sit the counter and used his hips to push her knees apart, bringing his mouth to her jaw instead of her mouth. She dropped her head back and placed her hands behind her, leaning back as his mouth trailed over the side of her neck, her skin prickling as she shivered from the touch.
"Are you cold?" he asked, pulling back slightly.
"No," she murmured, turning to run her lips over his stubbly cheek. The short hairs were sharp against her lips, and then his skin on his cheekbone was slightly sticky with sweat. "It just feels good, and my skin is so sensitive there."
He trailed his mouth down over her collarbones, and she leaned farther back so that he could gently kiss the skin below her neck. "You smell amazing," he breathed. "Like jasmine." She was surprised he knew the scent and nodded.
"I love jasmine," she murmured. "My mom wore it." One of the only things she had left from her parents was her mother's jasmine perfume.
"It's amazing," he whispered, and she was glad he didn't ask more about her mother as he dragged his mouth down her chest. He brought his hand up and tugged the neck of her shirt down to expose the tops of her breasts. She whimpered as he dropped his head, greedily mouthing the soft mounds as she arched.
She snaked her hand below his shirt, allowing her fingers to caress the gentle skin there. His skin instantly tensed with goosebumbs as he gasped sharply, his mouth on her neck again. She ran her hand around his hip, dipping her finger beneath the waistband of his jeans. When she reached his lower back, she ran her hand up the thick ridge of muscle along his spine lightly. He inhaled shakily as she did so. He really was as muscled as she'd imagined. "How do you stay so fit driving truck all day long?" Her hand stilled on his shoulder blade beneath his shirt as she looked him.
He opened his eyes to look at her, blinking for a moment before answering. "Genetics, I guess. All of the men in the family are the same way, stockier than I am actually. None of us exercise or anything."
His eyes fluttered shut as Reese hummed in understanding, running her hand down his back again and nuzzling his neck softly. He planted one hand on the counter to steady himself as the other tangled itself in her short dark hair. She ran her fingers below his waist band at the small of his back and stopped. "Oh, that's so sexy," she breathed.
"What?" he sighed hoarsely.
"You're not wearing underwear," she answered as she dipped her finger below his jeans, playfully caressing the top of his butt, dipping her finger gently into the crevice, causing his hips to jerk forward sharply. He groaned and pressed into her harder, pushing his hips between her legs almost painfully. He brought his mouth fasten over hers and feasted on her hungrily, his hands gripping her waist tightly as her fingers teased around his waistband to the front of his jeans.
He pulled away breathing heavily to watch her hands as she deftly popped the button to his fly, her hungry fingers pushing his jeans apart slightly so that she could tangle them in his dark hair. She surprised even herself at her own daring, and his wide eyes caught hers before his lids fluttered shut when her hands delved deeper to stroke the skin and hair by his thighs. She could feel him straining against his jeans and brushed the heel of her palm over his erection unintentionally, feeling her own jeans become wet and he bucked into her.
"Wait here," she gasped suddenly, turning away to reach behind the counter. He moaned in protest as she pulled away from him, and his hand caught his pants as she released them while he hunched over the counter breathing heavily.
She ran into the bathroom with some change and shoved it into the vending machine, turning the nob to eject a condom. She repeated the gesture, wanting to have a back up just in case. Turning she ignored the flash of herself in the mirror that caught her eye as she exited the bathroom. He was waiting outside the bathroom, and caught her in his arms as she rushed out.
"Oh!" she gasped as he pressed her against the wall and pinned her hips with his. His breath came in short gasps as he stared into her eyes, his brown irises nearly impossible to see, his pupils were so wide and black. His hands tightened on her waist as he kissed her again. Just when he went to pull away, she followed him with a small moan and caught his mouth again. He responded in kind, hungrily devouring her lips as her tongue swirled around his. Their kisses slowed again and he pulled away slightly. She pressed her head against the wall and closed her eyes for a moment before opening her eyes again, reminding herself that this was for one night only and that she was allowed to enjoy it. He grinned at her as she took his hand and walked towards the door, only dropping his hand to lock the door behind them. Turning she saw him watching her and rose up on her toes to kiss him again once.
"I'm just around the corner, in room number four," she murmured as he nibbled her bottom lip gently. He hummed in agreement as they separated, holding hands tightly as they walked in the June night air
She could hear the noise of the highway as they rounded the corner. Her room looked out over the road and the prairie beyond. She loved being able to see the cars going by, never ending, always on the move. She was particularly fond of the prairies, even though she'd grown up around ocean and mountains. Being able to see for miles was a beautiful thing, making her feel free as a bird. She loved to lie in bed, petting her cat, looking out her window at sunset, feeling the breeze of the prairie through her open door and hearing the distance wail of the trucks going by.