“I don’t understand you, Mark Dalton.”
“Not sure I understand myself half the time.”
She laughed, twisting around in his arms to face him. “No matter how angry I still am about our past, you’re one of the good guys, you know?”
He drew her in for another kiss. She tasted like a mixture of butterscotch and red wine, a heady combination that lit a slow burn deep in his gut. He lifted her, settling her so that his cock pressed between her legs.
She moaned, rocking her hips against him. “This afternoon…that was my first phone sex.”
“Mine too.” He slid his hands beneath her jacket, popping the clasp of her bra.
“I liked it.” She nipped at his lip. “A lot.”
“Yeah.” He still couldn’t quite believe he’d done it, but yeah…it had been hot. If he lost her again,whenhe lost her again, the memory of that phone call would fuel his fantasies for years to come.
“I think I’ll call you again the next time I’m feeling horny.” She rocked her hips, moaning as he cupped her breasts.
“Please do.”
“Mark,” she whispered, reaching down to grip him through his jeans. “I want you to let go tonight.”
“What?”
“I want to see you lose control.” She ran her palm up and down his length, and his dick surged beneath her touch.
“No can do, baby.” He lifted her hand, settling it on his shoulder. “I don’t lose control.”Ever.
“Everybody loses control sometimes.” She pushed him back on the blanket, straddling him.
“Not me.” Not since he’d turned eighteen and enlisted in the Army. He’d left behind the foolish, impulsive kid he’d been before.
“It’s fun to let yourself go,” she whispered, tugging at the zipper of his vest. He unzipped it and tossed it aside and then let her tug his shirt off over his head.
“I do love watchingyoulose control though,” he said.
“I give it freely.” She bent her head to kiss his chest, tracing her tongue around the tight bud of his nipple, igniting that slow burn inside him into an inferno. “And tonight I’m going to take yours. I’m going to make you beg.”
“You’re welcome to try.” He watched in amusement as she unzipped his pants. Never in a million years would he beg, but he was going to enjoy the hell out of whatever torture she had in mind.
“This is going to be so much fun.” She tugged at his pants with a wicked grin on her face.
He lifted his hips, allowing her to slide him out of his jeans. “Fair is fair though.” He sat up, making short work of her clothes.
Once they were both naked, she sat straddling him, her head thrown back. Moonlight illuminated her, gleaming over the perfect peaks of her breasts and the creamy expanse of her stomach. He sucked in a breath. God, she was beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
She wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, leaning forward so that it covered him too, keeping the cold night air off their overheated bodies. With a wicked smile, she rocked her hips, sliding up and down his cock, and she was so wet. Her heat was burning him up. He gripped her hips, guiding her up and down his length, but she broke free with a laugh.
“You’re not in control tonight, remember?” She straddled his left thigh, so close yet so frustratingly far from where he wanted her.
“I remember.” He reached down to touch her, needing to feel her arousal. He wanted to taste her something fierce, but she wanted to take the lead tonight so he’d just have to lie there and see what she had planned. In the meantime though…He stroked her, groaning low in his throat when he felt how hot she burned for him.
She rocked her hips, riding his thigh as he teased her with his fingers, living vicariously through her as she grew nearer to her release.
“This is what it looks like,” she panted, “when you lose control.” Then she threw her head back and surrendered, her hips bucking wildly as she rode her way right over the edge, crying out as she found release.
He plunged a finger inside her, heightening her pleasure—and his—as she convulsed around him. His dick pulsed in rhythm with her release, aching to be inside her, but he could wait however long he needed.
He could always wait.
