Her laugh was low and a little nervous. “You know, most guys would lie and say I seem cool and confident.”
I leaned in, my lips brushing her cheek, my voice low against her skin. “You are cool. You’re just also scared. That’s not a flaw, baby. That’s just honest.”
Her hand slid up my chest then, flat against my sternum like she was either going to push me away or pull me in.
She did the latter.
I didn’t need any more invitation than that.
My mouth found hers, and she tasted like wine and adrenaline, like fear trying to turn into want. I kissed her until she melted, until she moaned softly against my lips and clutched my shirt like she couldn’t remember how to stand on her own.
I backed her into the crook of the tree, one hand braced beside her head, the other finding her waist and dragging her flush against me.
“You still scared?” I murmured, kissing her jaw, her neck, the spot just below her ear that made her gasp.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Of me?”
“No.”
“Then let go.”
She did.
Her hands were in my hair now, tugging, guiding. My thigh slotted between hers and she moved against it like her body had been waiting on this all damn night. I reached down,hooked my hands under her thighs, and lifted her against the tree.
She wrapped around me instinctively—legs tight around my waist, arms around my neck, mouth back on mine like we were trying to swallow each other whole. When I got my hand beneath her sweater, she didn’t stop me. When I slid it further, cupping her breast over the lace of her bra, she gasped into my mouth and rocked against me.
“I want you,” she said, breathless.
I growled against her skin. “Tell me how.”
“Hard,” she whispered. “Fast. Like you can’t help it.”
“Here?”
“Yeah.”
I put her down, and Noelle let out a surprised little breath as I spun her to face the tree, her fingers catching on the bark. I didn’t waste any time pulling her pants down, falling to my knees.
“You stay just like that, baby,” I rasped.
Then I pressed my mouth to her pussy.
She let out a choked gasp and braced herself harder against the tree, her legs trembling. I kept my hands on her hips, anchoring her, slow at first, learning the shape of her with my tongue. The way she moved against me told me more than words ever could—what she needed, where she wanted more, how close she was to coming undone.
I loved the way she gave herself over.
Even now, even here, where she was scared and trusting me.
The woods hummed around us, all shadow and moonlight, but I didn’t give a damn about anything but her. The way she shook when I sucked her clit into my mouth. The way she said my name like a prayer. The way she sounded like she might cry when she came, her whole body tensing, her hand slapping the tree bark as she broke apart.
I kissed her through it—savoring every twitch of her thighs, every ragged breath.
And she was talking…her words a little disconnected, nonsensical—but makin’ enough sense that I knew exactly what she wanted.
“Beau…I need…”
