“They wouldn’t think. They would just be.”
“That sounds kind of nice,” I admitted. “I wish I knew how to do that. I’ve tried to clear my mind in so many different ways, but nothing seems to work.”
“Distraction is better than clearing your mind.”
“What kind of distraction?”
“Well, we could walk down to the water and wade in the lake for a while.”
I made a face. “It’s probably cold.”
“Probably. We could play Scrabble on our phones together, instead. You’d probably crush me. I’m terrible.”
“I’m actually awful at Scrabble too. Not enough numbers involved.”
“Hmm. Well, no point in that, then. We could just go for a walk around the lake.”
“We could,” I said, but my mind was elsewhere.
“Or I could touch you here.” Connor’s hand moved slowly over the front of my parted thighs. I was slick, though he couldn’t feel it. “Unless letting me get you off in the middle of the forest is a little too wild for you, Gorgeous.”
“Isn’t being wild the point?”
“Hell yeah.” He pressed his heel lightly to my center. I couldn’t stop myself from moving my hips a little. “Are you in?”
“Hell yeah.” I mirrored his reply, earning a gravelly chuckle.
His hand was in the waistband of my leggings a moment later, the thick muscles of his arm pinned to my abdomen with tight spandex. I nearly arched off the tailgate when his fingers found my clit, and my cry of pleasure was so loud it echoed through the trees.
I threw a hand over my mouth, my eyes wide as I looked around us.
Connor’s low chuckle eased my tension slightly. “The forest doesn’t give a damn how loud you are, Gorgeous. We’re far enough from the pack that none of them will hear a thing.”
“I don’t know if I can—fuck.” I choked out the curse as he resumed touching me.
“You can.” His lips brushed my throat, and he sucked lightly.
The moan that escaped me was pure need.
“There you go. Just like that.”
The tip of his finger found my opening while his thumb continued teasing my clit.
My hips arched more, and Connor dragged me onto his thigh. “Tell me I can take these off you.” He tugged the waistband of my leggings.
“Take them off.”
He worked them down my thighs as he continued stroking my clit, testing my entrance with his fingertip but not filling me.
My body arched.
Rocked.
Writhed.
My leggings hit the dirt, and I didn’t so much as glance at them. When I looked down, all I saw was Connor’s hand in the front of my panties, with the soft fabric straining over his fist.
I finally lost control on his fingers with a cry. The pleasure was hot, but the release didn’t fix anything.
