“Should we tear off our clothes and fuck in the woods?”
Lucy pulls back a bit so she can see my face. “I wouldn’t suggest getting naked in a forest full of bears.”
“Fuck bears,” I boast. “Fuck Bambi over there.”
The deer lingers but has ambled closer to the tree line, leisurely strolling back into the thicket.
I press my forehead to hers. “I would do it, you know.”
She blinks up at me, a little dazed. “What?”
“Fight bears for you.”
Lucy goes still. Tilts her head back and lets out a loud, echoing laugh. “You’re just saying that to get into my pants.”
“Little late for that . . .”
“You brat,” she teases, grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me so close our noses bump. Her breath is warm, her smile lazy. “For real, though. That’s still the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
I lower my mouth to her neck, kissing beneath her ear, where her pulse thrums quick and steady. Her laughter dissolves into this soft, breathy gasp that makes my blood heat.
She arches against me, breathing shallow, lips parting ...
She wants me to kiss her there.
I lift my head to say, “We’re definitely scaring away all the wildlife.”
“Maybe Bigfoot is watching.”
I chuckle, leaning down to plant kisses in the valley between her breasts. “Lucky bastard.”
Together, we tug her sweatshirt off completely, toss it aside. I pause to look at her because—why wouldn’t I? I love the sight of her tits, her chest heaving up and down, and the smooth expanse of her stomach.
She’s beautiful. Flushed cheeks, messy hair, eyes bright and full of mischief.
Her lips curve into a shy smile, and she hauls me back down. “Less staring, more kissing.”
I trail kisses down the slope of her neck, over her collarbone ... lower, until I reach the swell of her breasts. I kiss along the lace, nipping gently, and she lets out a whimper that gets my dick hard.
She arches up into me, hands sliding into my hair ... towing me closer. I happily oblige, savoring every last bit of her.
The impatience.
The excitement.
Her hands tug at my waistband, and I don’t stop her. Let her undo the button of my fly, pull down my zipper ...
It’s a frenzy—partly because we’re desperate, partly because it’s cold ...
Lucy drags the sweatshirt over my head, palms roaming over my bare skin, over my bandage, fingertips tracing round and round my hard nipples.
“Let me kiss your boo-boos and make them better,” she whispers, running her fingers over my rib cage. “Poor baby. You’re so strong.”
“Me lumberjack.”
We roll until she’s on top of me, her knees bracketing my hips, hair falling like a curtain around our faces.
She grins down at me, breathless, cheeks flushed. “You look like one.” She leans down, her tits brushing against me as she plants a whisper of a kiss on my mouth that leaves me chasing for more.
