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She’s glad they’re in the back row of the single-screen drive-in. She’ssure that other people are making out in this lot, but she can’t say for surehow many of them are vibrating with the anticipation that theiralmost-maybe-not-quite boyfriend’s hands are nearing a pleasurable destination.On the tail end of this thought, she turns her head to look at Killian, who islooking at her the same way, and she easily leans in to kiss him.

 This time it’s slow; they savor this one, unlike the last time, and sheburies her fingers in the hair that she was before idly playing with. Killiandoesn’t move his hand, but his prosthetic hook pushes some of her hair over hershoulder before slowly stroking down her arm.

 His tongue sweeps into Emma’s mouth right around the time his indexfinger brushes against the edge of her panties, and she can’t control thestuttered moan that escapes at the double contact. In retaliation, she brushesher free hand over the bulge in his jean, smiling at the tortured noise thatescapes him.

 “Killian,” she all but groans, her voice husky and wanting, “do youreally care about the end of this movie?”

 “Not a bit, love.” He presses his forehead to hers, his eyes stillclosed.

 “Take me home?”

 His hand slides back to a safe place on her thigh as he leans back andopens his eyes to find the answer to the question he won’t ask, but she’s happyto respond to. She bites her lip, nodding her head and leaning forward to givehim a chaste kiss by their recent definitions.

 If there’s any such thing as a quiet exit from the drive in, that’swhat Killian does. He starts up the truck, keeping the headlights off until hemaneuvers down the empty row towards the exit.

 “Keep those wandering hands of yours to yourself for the drive, Swan.I’ve no desire to wreck this truck on the fifteen-minute drive to your place.”

 It only takes him ten, and they don’t make it inside, and Emma’sthankful for the space between houses in her neck of the woods, because shedoesn’t want anyone getting a free show of what she and Killian are doingbeneath the stars.

 The most they move is from that bench seat into the bed of the truck,where Killian has spread a blanket he keeps in the back of the cab. Her skirtis hiked up, her underwear somewhere near her head, she thinks, as Killian’smouth moves over her sensitive skin. His fingers dip into her, curling andmassaging her walls. Emma is almost fairly certain that she’s poised to floatright out of own skin at any moment.

 It’s so much, it’s almost too much, as he leans back far enough forEmma to feel the cool breeze on her overheated flesh. She’s not sure she’s everbeen so wet in her life, and it has a lot to do with the cool summer air andthe sky full of stars above her, but it mostly has to do with the man that’slooking up at her with dark and hungry eyes, his bottom lip caught between histeeth as his fingers speed up and she arches off the blanket.

 Her moan is loud and unrestrained, the sound of it unhindered by thecountryside surrounding them. Killian moves onto his knees above her as herorgasm subsides, and she would be embarrassed by how much his chin glistens inthe faint moonlight, but it only relights the fire.

 She pushes her skirt off, and sits up to remove her shirt and bra. Killianwatches, his attentions split between her newly bared skin and her face. Helifts the hem of his own shirt to wipe his chin before wrenching it over hishead, but his jeans will have to wait. With her fingers tangled back into hishair, she pulls him down for a kiss, enjoying the way the country air feels onher nipples. While the day may have been warm, the night is cooling fast, andher blood runs hot with the sensations of it all.

 He follows her all the way back down when she relaxes on the blanket,and his body covering hers feels like some kind of reward for all the crapshe’s been through, not only in the last year of her life but maybe making upfor the whole damn thing. His jeans chafe a little where he rests between herthighs, but there’s something to be said for slowing down a minute beforerushing into the next part. Plus, the seam of the fly presses right back overher already sensitive clit and she almost comes again on the spot, which shewon’t complain about one bit.

 Suddenly, Killian is kneeling again, shimmying over her with a muttered“bloody hell, one moment,” as he wrenches open the window to the cab. He’s halfin the truck, with his ass in the air as he digs in the glove compartment forsomething, and she can’t resist scrambling to her own knees to press againsthim. She flattens her hands across the planes of his back, scratching her nailsdown either side of his spine and delighting in the fact that he’s stopped hissearch to rut against the wall of the bed.

 He turns to look over his shoulder, and all she can really see arethose mischievous eyebrows and that heated gaze, but his muffled voice stillcomes out strong. “Careful there, Swan. Don’t play with fire.”

 She promptly ignores the warning, continuing her efforts before hookingher fingers under the waist of his jeans and boxers. He tenses but moans,moving his hips to accommodate the removal of his clothes before hissing at thecontact when his cock brushes against the cool metal. She makes sure to leandown to kiss and nip at one perfect ass cheek before she shuffles back again.

 Sensing that her teasing is done, Killian finishes whatever mission hewas on and slides back out into the open air, kicking his jeans off the rest ofthe way and tossing his socks and shoes with them.

 Emma has never been so grateful for the low humidity, as the mosquitosstay away and she gets to observe all this skin, all this man, in the naturalglowing light of the moon and the stars. He seems to be as transfixed as sheis, his eyes roaming down past her neck to caress her breasts with sight alone,and settling on where her hand is caressing her own clit.

 “The things you do to me, Swan,” he says, and the hunger in the wordsis what breaks the spell. His task earlier was to retrieve a condom, shediscovers, and she takes it out of his hand, giving him quiet directions to liedown as she rips open the foil. She rolls the condom on, nice and slow as shewatches his eyes darken further. He watches with undivided attention as sheswings one of her legs over to straddle his hips and only closes his eyes whenshe begins the maddening descent down his cock until she’s seated on top ofhim.

 “Fuck, you feel amazing,”Emma whispers. The crickets and bullfrogs have plenty to say back, but she’sonly paying attention to the frenzied praises that Killian isn’t holding back,his voice and breathing both on pace to the steady pace she makes with her hips.

 She’s getting close again, her own sounds of pleasure starting to fillthe space around them, and even more so when she reaches her hands up tomassage her own breasts. With his hook guiding her hips and his fingers on herclit, Emma comes with a satisfied groan of pleasure. She shifts forward toplace her hands on Killian’s chest, feeling the sweat gathering in the hairunder her fingers and watching it glisten on his brow. A single droplet slidesdown her nose and drips somewhere onto his chest; she’s too busy staring at thesweet-and-tortured expression on Killian’s face as he thrusts up into her.

 The change in position has the added benefit of rubbing her clitagainst his pubic bone, freeing up Killian’s hand to tangle in her hair. Hegrips and pulls just right – just the way she likes it, her breath catching inher throat as her climax starts building again. It’s clear that he’s startingto chase release, his rhythm faltering and his sounds changing in frequency andpitch until he stills her own hips all together so he can thrust into herfaster.

 He comes with her name a quiet mantra on his lips, his cock hot insideher as he releases into the condom.

 “You,” he breathes out, “one more.”

 He doesn’t give her a chance to even claim it won’t happen before he’squickly rolling her again onto her back, replacing his softening cock with hisfingers and picking up the same speed he was going before he came. The firstone was definitely the appetizer, and the second with him buried inside her wasthe main course. But this one – this one is dessert,the way it rolls through her, all the way down to her toes and back up, herwalls clenching around his fingers again and again as she moans out his name.

 The nightlife is silent for a moment after she’s through, and all shecan focus on is the sound of their heavy breathing and the way he’s smilingdown at her.

 “You are so bloody gorgeous, Swan. Especially when you come undone.”

 Her mouth is too dry, her body still too keyed up from the intensesensations, so she responds instead with pulling him down for a kiss.

 “We should go to the drive-in more often,” Emma finally says, minuteslater when he’s already settled down half-draped over her, his head on herchest, and their skin finally cooling.

 “I think you just like the truck, love. Why pay admission when you’lljust fuck me in the driveway twenty minutes into the picture?”