She curled her hands into my shirt. “I’ve really missed you.”
“Then you’ll take me back?”
“I already have.”
I plastered my mouth to hers and lifted her. She didn’t question it, hooking her legs around my hips like the first time I’d done this. Her trust meant more to me than she’d ever know. I walked us backward until her back hit the warm barn wall.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” I murmured as I kissed my way down her neck.
She clawed at my shoulders but didn’t drag my shirt off. We weren’t in public, but we were outside. I was relatively sure my parents wouldn’t seek us out, but I wouldn’t strip her down unless I was sure her privacy was secure.
Good thing she was wearing a dress.
I flipped the material up and skimmed my handsover her hips and thighs. “I dreamed of you every night,” I said into the crook of her neck.
“My own handdoes notrival you.”
“Show me.” I pulled away enough to give us a few inches of space. Her legs were still wrapped around me. “Show me how you tried.”
Her lips were already puffy and her eyes glazed over. I never thought I’d get to see my sunshine like this again. And here she was. All mine.
She sank her teeth into her lower lip and skimmed her hand down. “I have toys at home.”
I groaned. “You’re going to bring them with you?”
“You don’t want me to throw them out?”
“Tools are tools, sunshine. I happen to be very good with tools. Now, touch yourself.”
She shoved her skirt out of the way to reveal a small scrap of pink lace. When her finger dipped underneath the thin material, a ragged moan left me. Why wasn’t I the one touching her?
Because I wasn’t willing to let her go.
A delicate shudder shook her body when she circled her finger over her clit.
“Are you wet?”
She nodded.
“How wet?”
“Soaked,” she groaned.
My fingers were digging into the flesh of her thigh. My erection pounded at the fly of my jeans, but I was riveted on the slow circles she was making. “How fast did you get yourself off?”
“I gave up twice,” she said breathlessly. “I wanted you too bad.”
Ordinarily, that’d be a turn-on, but not this time. My fear had left her empty and unfulfilled.
A bigger tremor ran through her. “It’s not going to take long.”
Fuck, no, it wasn’t. She was with me. I wasn’t the one teasing her clit, but this thing between us was too real for it to matter when we were this close. I ground against her, pressing her finger between us and her eyelids fluttered.
“I can’t be loud,” she panted. “Your parents.”
We were far from the house, but I didn’t want to give her a thing to worry about. I captured her mouth again, fusing us together in at least one point on our bodies. I’d be inside her soon. First, she would explode.
I pumped against her hand, giving her more friction. She went rigid, her legs so tight around my hips she’d leave a perfect impression of my jeans on my skin. The shock waves came next. I swallowed the mewls and cries that escaped her lips, sweeping my tongue deep inside.
