Joey Nix hopped out of her car and watched as the man she’d nicknamed Matthew McConaughey alighted from his 18-wheeler. His brown suede cowboy boots stepped off the running board, and a pair of long, denim-encased legs followed.
He tipped his hat and graced her with a grin that showed off those pearly whites. “Fancy meeting you here.”
She moved in, took a fistful of his collar, flattened him against his tractor trailer, and caught his mouth with hers. He tasted good, like coffee and man. And he felt even better. Big and strong and something else Joey couldn’t quite identify. Perhaps a little dangerous but at the same time safe. It didn’t make sense, but she didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she closed her eyes and let him take her away.
Unlike her ex-husband, who didn’t want anything to do with her, McConaughey kissed her back, cradling the back of her head with his hands. He angled her face so he could take the kiss deeper, exploring her mouth with his tongue. The scent of his aftershave, or maybe it was just soap, drove her up.
She moved closer, feeling the evidence of his arousal pressing against her. Long and hard. The hot pull of his mouth made her whimper. She could’ve sworn she heard him laugh, but she was too enthralled with his kiss to care.
Even the chatter of the men gathered outside the Ponderosa had faded into the background, their voices nothing more than a dull whisper.
His hands moved down her sides and around to her back, where his fingers reached her backside. His mouth, hot and hungry, continued to devour her. It was then that she realized she didn’t even know his name, even though they’d been flirting with each other for weeks.
She started to ask him, but his lips had moved to that sensitive spot behind her earlobe and she forgot her own name. He left a trail of kisses across her jaw and recaptured her mouth, his hands skimming the waistband of her jeans.
If they weren’t careful, they’d be arrested for indecent exposure.
Somewhere in the distance a car backfired, the sound so jarring that they pulled apart. She immediately missed the warmth of his body and the intoxicating pull of his mouth.
“I thought you were married.” He cocked one booted foot against his rig and grinned in that slightly sarcastic way of his, giving her naked ring finger a scan for good measure.
“I was.” She pressed her key fob to unlock her car door. Five more seconds in his presence and she’d follow him to the hotel down the street or any other place he wanted to go. How could she feel that kind of longing for a stranger and only a mild sensation of nostalgia for the father of her child?
“Yeah?” He gave her a long appraisal. “What does that mean?”
“It means that I’m not anymore.” With that, she got in her car and drove away.
She was halfway to Reno when she remembered she still didn’t know his name.