"Don't you dare stop," I said, and slid my hand down his bare chest, tracing every line until my fingers caught the waistband of his jeans.
We fumbled with the buttons, both of us laughing, both of us desperate. I wanted to crawl inside his skin, wanted to forget the last sixteen years of pretending I didn't need this.
The firelight made his skin look like poured bronze, every muscle picked out in shadow. My own body felt hypersensitive, every hair on end, nipples hard even before he brushed his thumb across them.
He knelt, didn't bother with preamble, and started at my waist, unbuttoning, unzipping, peeling denim and cotton and every bit of old armor off me like he couldn't get to the real Tash fast enough.
The next second, he was on his knees, worshipful, hands braced on my thighs. His mouth found my belly, then lower, and every time his lips grazed skin, I thought I'd lose it.
Clothes off, I stood naked in the clearing, a mess of mud and scrapes and want, and didn't care who saw.
Chance followed suit, stripping with the urgency of a man who'd been handed a death sentence and found the loophole in my body. His jeans dropped, then his shorts, and fuck, the sight of him, his thick cock curved up, tip already leaking, thighs tense and ready, nearly short-circuited the last of my rational thoughts.
We crashed together, toppling onto the bed he'd made from his jacket. He sprawled over me, blanketing my body with his weight.
The fire crackled to our right, casting shadows that writhed every time he moved. Dawn sliced through the trees, mixing with the red-gold glow so it looked like every inch of us was carved from sunlight.
He hovered over me, both hands bracketing myface. "I want you so fucking badly it hurts," he said, teeth bared. "You have no idea what you do to me."
I arched, rolled my hips, grinding up into the heat of his cock. "Show me."
He did.
His hands mapped every inch, every scar, every remembered place. His mouth found the hollow at my throat, my collarbone, the dip between my breasts. He worshipped them first, his tongue flicking over my nipples, lips latching on, sucking until the pressure made me whine.
I raked nails down his back. He growled, shifting lower, tracing my ribs, my belly, a bruise from earlier that he kissed softly.
When he reached my thighs, he opened them with a single move. He didn't ask, just did. The cold air bit at my center, but his mouth followed, burning the chill away instantly.
He licked me greedily. His tongue was molten, working the folds until I was gasping, writhing, begging for more.
I grabbed his hair and yanked. "Don't tease. Not tonight."
He grinned into my skin. "As you wish."
After a swirl of his tongue, he sucked my clit into his mouth, and I went rigid. Stars exploded behind myeyelids, every muscle wound tight. He kept it up, not stopping even when my legs jerked around his ears.
And then, just as I was about to break, he pulled back, crawled up my body, planting kisses all the way up, until he hovered over my face again.
"Want you so bad," he repeated, voice guttural. "Tell me you're sure."
I met his eyes, steady. "Take it. Take everything. I'm yours."
His cock lined up against my pussy. He slid in slowly, thick, stretching me until he was buried to the hilt.
The woods caught the sound of my moan and tossed it right back, echoing through the clearing like the first prayer of the morning.
Chance braced on his elbows, face twisted in effort. "God, you feel good."
I clung to him, nails digging, not caring if I left marks. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
The rhythm built, raw, wet, skin slapping, sweat blooming between us. Every thrust drove the air from my lungs and replaced it with fire.
He kissed me, his mouth hot and insistent, our tongues dueling, exchanging every promise we'd never had the guts to say before.
The fire roared beside us. Sunlight spilled over our bodies, gold and wild.
We fucked like it was our last day on earth.
