He eased his hips back, lifting to pull his hand away, when she reached up, interlocking their fingers and keeping his palm right where it was.
“Hud…” she breathed, her hips rocking back into him, seeking the friction he’d taken away.
It may have been a long time since they’d been together, but his body still remembered what she liked. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting lightly, as he pressed up against her, no longer trying to hide the painful erection nestled against her ass.
“Tell me you’re awake,” he whispered into her neck, his voice rough and desperate.
“Awake and wet as hell, thanks to you.”
“Jesus, Kenna. You gonna let me feel?” He brushed an openmouthed kiss against her shoulder, pushing aside the wide neck of her T-shirt with his jaw.
She hummed, shimmying her bottom against him in invitation. He abandoned her breast, sliding their interlocked hands down her abdomen and pausing when he got to the band of her panties. Running his fingers along the top, he gave her a chance to stop him, all the while silently begging she didn’t.
“Do it,” she said, granting his unspoken wish, and he sent up a silent prayer of thanks to the heavens.
He slipped their hands into her panties, groaning against her neck when he felt the soft, smooth wetness of her pussy. Swiping his finger straight up her seam, he swirled lazy circles around her clit. “Christ, youarewet. This all for me?”
Her breathing increased, her hand squeezing his as he moved unhurriedly against her. “You know it is. Don’t be cocky.”
Huffing out a laugh, he pressed his lips to her ear. Sex with Kenna had been phenomenal, yes, but it’d also been…fun. They’d managed to blow each other’s minds while also making each other laugh.
“I think I earned the right to be cocky, considering the state of your pussy.” He followed her unspoken order, the slight push against his hand urging him lower.
As soon as he slipped a finger inside her, she let loose a low moan, and he joined her when she detangled their fingers and moved hers up to press against her clit. “Fuck, Kenna, you’re gonna kill me.”
Unable to move his fingers inside her like he wanted—like he knewshewanted—he pulled away only long enough to hook her leg over his, opening her wide for him. Sliding his hand back to her center, he mirrored her strokes against her clit, joining her fingers until she was moaning loud enough to wake every animal sharing the Ridge with them. Only then did he move his hand down and slip his fingers into her again, pumping slowly even as she rocked her hips against him, urgency underlying her every movement.
“What do you need?” he asked, knowing damn well what it was but wanting desperately to hear the words from her.
Not only was it hot as hell for her to ask for exactly what she wanted, but he needed to make sure she was doing this with a clear mind. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told her that last night. He was all in, but he’d be damned if he fucked her before she was.
“Faster. Oh God, faster.” Her perfect ass rocked against him, the lush curves sliding against his painful erection.
“Not yet.”
“Yesyet. Now.” She reached down, abandoning her clit as she gripped his wrist, trying to guide his movement into her body.
“Uh uh,” he said, not increasing the slow pump of his fingers, his mouth actually watering over the thought of tasting her again.
That’d have to wait—at least until it was warm enough for her to lie on top of the sleeping bag, because there was no way his 6’4” ass was going to be able to stuff himself down there.
“You forget how wet you need to be to take all of me? Gotta make sure this pussy is slippery as hell, and since I can’t get my mouth on you right now, my fingers are gonna have to do the torture.”
She groaned, tossing her head back against his chest. “Itistorture. God, Hud, I’m wet enough.”
“Not for my cock, you’re not. Does that mean you don’t want it?”
Her hips still rocked against his hand, trying to urge him faster. “You know I do,” she breathed.
There it was—the words he’d wanted to hear. That she was on board with this. Was as desperate for him as he was for her.
“Then be quiet and let me do my thing.”
“Yourthingis drivin’ me crazy.”
He slipped another finger inside her, a low rumble pouring from his chest at the feel of her. So tight and warm. “No, my thing is makin’ you come.”
“Oh God, yes, please. Do it.”
