“Maybe you should tell me a little more about that fantasy of yours. The one with you and me and the groomer.” She could tell by the way he jerked his head to look at her and then shifted in his seat that it was probably a good one. “Isn’t there a wide spot in the trail just a little further up?”
“Yeah.” His voice sounded hoarse and he cleared his throat. “The trail’s narrower than usual through here, so if there’s night traffic, sleds can bottleneck behind the groomer. They cut in the pull-off so the groomer operator has room to let them go around.”
“I haven’t seen any night riders, but maybe we should take a little break. You can tell me all about it.”
By the time they reached the pull-off and Josh maneuvered the equipment off the trail, Katie was already flush with anticipation. Not only did she know she was really going to enjoy this portion of her ride-along, but there was something almost naughty about it. While it wasn’t exactly outside in the woods, it was pretty damn close.
“You’re going to need to take those jeans off before you climb over here,” Josh said the second the groomer had come to a complete stop.
“Jeez, doesn’t a woman get a little foreplay?”
“Thinking about it all night doesn’t count?” He snorted. “You are such a girl. I’ll kiss you first. How’s that?”
“You are such a guy.”
She did end up kicking off her boots and wiggling out of her jeans without foreplay, but only for logistical reasons. The cab was small and, instead of a bench seat, there were basically two captain’s chairs smooshed side by side. Trying to turn herself so she could get over to his lap without hitting her head or pressing any of the control buttons with her ass required a level of flexibility she didn’t have.
And the bastard was laughing at her.
“This is your fantasy,” she snapped. “How the hell did you picture this working?”
“I think you’re more flexible in my imagination.”
She would have hit him, but her arm being braced against the dash was all that was keeping her face from bouncing off the steering wheel. “Maybe you should imagine how you’re going to get that condom on after I’m in your lap.”
“This was a lot sexier when the real you wasn’t actually involved, just so you know.”
“I already took my jeans off, so we’re doing it.”
“If you leave an ass print on the inside of the windshield, I’m putting that in my report.”
She really wanted to flip him off. “If I wasn’t stuck right now, I’d get out and walk home.”
He finally took pity on her and gently rearranged her, supporting her when necessary, until she was straddling his lap. It was a tight squeeze, getting her knees on either side of his thighs, but they managed.
“Better?” he asked, amusement still making his eyes sparkle.
She was hot, flustered and was probably going to ache in a dozen places tomorrow, but she could feel the hard ridge of his erection through her panties and that made it worth the less-than-graceful effort. “Much.”
Especially when he kissed her, his hand sliding up into her hair to hold her close. He nipped at her bottom lip and she sighed against his mouth. When his other hand slid between her legs, she moaned and kissed him harder, sweeping her tongue across his.
She rocked against his hand, but it wasn’t enough. “How the hell are we supposed to get your pants off now?”
He smiled and reached between them to undo his fly and his zipper. “Raise up a little.”
When she did, he lifted his hips and slid his jeans down enough so he could roll on the condom he’d stuck in his sweatshirt pocket.
“Must be nice,” she muttered, wondering how she was supposed to get her jeans back on without getting out of the groomer.
“No, this is nice.” He slid his hand under the elastic of her panties and stroked her until she was panting and growled his name in frustration.
Only then did he pull the fabric to one side and slide into her. She braced her hands against his shoulders as she moved her hips, taking him in inch by inch. Finally she’d taken him all and Josh threw his head back with a groan as she started to rock.
“Is this how your fantasy went?” she asked, nipping at his jaw.
“This is better,” he said, his voice husky as he slid his hands under her shirt.
She quickened her pace as he ran his thumbs over her nipples, and his ragged breaths told her he was close to the edge. She rode him harder and he moved his hands to her hips, his fingertips pressing into her skin as he guided her.
The orgasm hit her fast and hard, and she gasped as he thrust hard upward, finding his own release. She moved against him, grinding, until the tremors faded.
“That was…a very nice fantasy,” she said when they’d finally caught their breath.
“One of my favorites. And I think, by the time the windows are defogged, we might have figured out how to get your jeans back on.”