"Wyatt! Look!" She bounds toward me, practically vibrating with excitement. Before I can react, she launches herself into my arms, camera clutched in one hand while the other arm wraps around my neck.
I catch her automatically, hands spanning her waist. She's so light, so warm against me. And it feels so natural to hold her like this. So much so that I don't want to let her go.
"It's beautiful." Emma pulls back a little, her face inches from mine. "Thank you for bringing me here."
Something passes her features as she realizes how close we are. So close I can feel her bare breasts brushing against my chest. Her eyes drop to my mouth, then back up, arm tightening around my neck.
I should set her down. Step back. Be reasonable. Stop acting like a caveman.
Instead, I bury all the warnings going off in my head and kiss her. For a moment, I’m sure she'll pull away and be furious.
But…
She makes a small sound against my mouth, surprise melting instantly into hunger as she kisses me back. Fuck me. Emma is kissing me back. My hands move from her waist to her ass, lifting her higher against me as I back her toward the nearest tree.
"Is this okay?" I ask between kisses, pressing her against the rough bark.
"God, yes." She wraps her legs around my waist, her hips moving on instinct. "I've been thinking about this since I saw you."
Her confession snaps the last thread of my restraint. I kiss down her neck, reveling in the small gasps and moans she makes. My hands push beneath the flannel shirt, finding nothing but warm, soft skin underneath.
"I want to taste you," I growl against her collarbone. "Can I?"
Her eyes widen, pupils blown with desire. "Here?"
"Right here. Now."
She nods frantically. "Please."
I set her down long enough to drop to my knees before her. She watches me with parted lips as I hook my fingers into the waistband of the boxers she's wearing and pull them down her legs. She steps out of them, trembling slightly.
I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her to me. The sight of her, wet and ready, nearly makes me come. I look up at her, waiting for final confirmation.
"Please," she whispers again, one hand bracing against the tree trunk, the other tangling in my hair.
I don't make her ask a third time. I lean forward and drag my tongue along her slit, groaning at the first contact. Her back arches, a broken cry escapes her lips as her fingers tighten in my hair.
Shit. She tastes so fucking good.
I lose myself in her—the taste of her, the sounds she makes, the way her thighs tremble on either side of my head, especially when I roll the flat of my tongue over her, side to side. When I slip a finger, then a second inside her while my tongue circles her clit, she cries out my name, her other leg coming up to drape over my shoulder.
With another growl, I hold her securely with my free arm around her waist, her weight nothing against my strength. She's completely off the ground now, balanced between the tree at her back and my shoulders beneath her thighs, my mouth and fingers working faster bringing her closer to the edge.
"Wyatt…" She lets out a low, long moan, her head falling back against the tree. "I'm going to?—"
She comes with a sharp cry that echoes through the clearing, her body shuddering against my mouth. I work her through it, only pulling away when she tugs gently at my hair.
I ease her legs down and stand. She reaches for the button of my jeans, but I catch her wrist.
"Not yet," I say, surprising myself. "Later. When we're back at the cabin."
A slow, wicked smile spreads across her face. "Promise?"
I nod, throat too tight for words.
As I help her back into the borrowed boxers, as I watch her tuck her camera carefully away, as I lead her back along the path toward home with her small hand tucked in mine, one thought repeats in my mind:
I am so fucked.
