“I suppose that’s true,” I concede before trailing my tongue along the flesh of her neck.
Conversation ceases as her whimpers increase. My dick aches from the sounds and having my hands on her satiny skin. I rock my hips against her plush ass as I work her sweet pussy. Her coming apart in my arms, unashamedly chasing an orgasm, is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced bar none, and my dick isn’t even inside her.
My mouth latches onto the flesh of her neck at the juncture of her shoulder. She trembles, her walls clamping down on my fingers. I curl them while pressing down on her clit with my thumb and bite her neck. Her wail carries in the morning air as she goes taut and I fight not to come right along with her.
I hold her to me, settled in a way I’ve never been. Her pants gradually slow as my hands skim her body, and I wonder how I’m ever going to be able to walk away now.
Chapter Nine
Emerson
Clancy’s his usual quiet self as he navigates over the rugged southwest Texas terrain. But the tension, which is always present in him, has ratcheted up several levels. It’s getting to the point where I’m afraid his head might explode.
Stupid man.
It’s his own fault, really. I could’ve helped him relieve a good portion of it this morning, but he refused to let me reciprocate. Stealing the pleasure of getting my hands and mouth on the thick cock I reveled in having pressed against me as he blew my world apart with a staggering orgasm.
Heaving a sigh, I watch the stark desert scenery roll by, broken up only by occasional bluffs, mesas, and arroyos. A variety of cacti dot the landscape as grasses blow in the wind and puffs of red dust billow in the air.
I know he has his reasons for keeping distance between us, but I don’t know how he can lock himself down. The chemistrybetween us is palpable. It clings in the air around us so thick it’s close to suffocating us both.
Now I know what it’s like to have his hands on me, I absolutely think we should take advantage of the situation while we can. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a carnal release and then going about our business. Lord knows it’s been far too long since I’ve gotten to indulge physically with someone other than my vibrator back home.
Even without background from Terra, it’s obvious he’s fighting demons. I can’t help but wonder why he won’t let me quiet them—even if it’s just for a short while. The caregiver in me, who took responsibility for my mom and sister, has me wanting to do more, but I know he would never go for that. I’m more than willing to help with the tension sexually, though. If only I could get him to agree.
The sun sinks toward the horizon of the west Texas sky at a rapid pace when we come along a fair sized creek with a steady flow of water. A wide, flat topped mesa rises tall as if standing sentry over the area. Clancy pulls up close by before turning off the vehicle.
“We’ll camp here tonight.”
“Great. That water looks deep enough for a bath. I could really use one after the last couple of days. I have dirt in places it really shouldn’t be.”
He mutters something under his breath I don’t catch as I jump out. Rolling my eyes, I go in search of my bag and toiletries. I’m too excited about the opportunity to clean up to care what the obstinate man has to say.
Digging my duffel out of the backseat of the truck, I cart the whole thing to the river. Not that there’s much to haul. I packed only a spare change of clothes, something to sleep in, a towel, and some toiletries.
I’ve been wearing this set of clothes for the last two days, and it’ll be heaven to change into something not caked with the dust. It’s a hazard of the job I got used to back when I was camping with my dad. As long as I was on the hunt for my next geological treasure, it didn’t bother me much. It sure is nice to shower and change after though.
I set my bag on a large rock near the water’s edge. The stream flows by sedately, only about six inches deep where I am but looks to have a deeper pool only a few feet up. Glancing back toward where Clancy is setting up camp, I determine there’s enough coverage for me to strip down since I didn’t bring a bathing suit.
Pulling out my towel, I lay it on the rock before peeling off my clothes, leaving them in a heap next to my bag. I’ll put them in a garbage sack to contain the dirt before putting them in my duffel. I unlace my braids so I can wash my hair.
Grabbing my soap, I gingerly wade into the tepid ankle-deep water. The riverbed is filled with rocks, which have been worn smooth over time, but because of the slow-moving water, slime has built up, leaving them slippery. Even with my careful steps, my foot slips just as I reach the deeper pool.
My legs slide out from beneath me as my arms windmill in the air to no avail. A shriek tears from me as I unceremoniously crash into the pool with a loud splash. I wallow around like a pig in mud before I’m able to get my feet under me. Coughing up water, I stand in the mid-thigh deep water. My hands run up my face to clear the water and hair plastered there.
The pounding of footsteps has my eyes popping open to see Clancy sprinting with his gun drawn. He stops short, jaw hanging open and gun falling to his side when he sees me standing there in all my naked, pudgy glory.
We’re both frozen in place as the seconds tick by. The urge to cover my full breasts, which have never been perky, is quelled bythe heat and hunger clear in his eyes as they rove over my body like a caress, leaving a trail of goosebumps. They narrow in on my now hardened nipples standing at attention from his gaze. Desire pools in my belly from the intensity of it.
Arching my brow, I boldly rest my hands on my hips, cocking one to the side to find out if he’ll meet the silent challenge or turn away from me again. I’m on pins and needles, not daring to even draw a breath as I wait to see what he’ll do.
His head falls back with a pained groan. I watch his chest rise and fall with deep breaths as he wars with himself.
Honey eyes meet mine as his left hand rubs across his bearded jaw. “You’re okay? No danger?”
I shake my head. “No danger, just slipped and fell in the water.”
He nods once as he sets his gun on the rocks where my clothes are. Hope blooms as he pulls his shirt from his pants, revealing a mouthwatering torso, which has me yearning to trace the ridges with my tongue. Toeing off his boots, he shoves down his pants, underwear going with them.
