She groans. “It’s a bad idea. Mark this day, Logan. I didwarn us. But…fuck it.”
She seals her lips to mine, her tongue stroking inside my mouth. I groan and deepen the kiss. It’s too good. Too perfect. She hitches her leg over my hip and grinds against me. We both grunt in pain from the harnesses digging into our bellies.
“Come on. Let’s head back.” I want to take my time to worship and cherish every inch of her. I want her in my bed at home, where she belongs.
“No one’s around,” she says mischievously. “How much more clandestine can we get?” She pulls up my shirt and fixes her mouth to my chest, brushing soft kisses against my pecs. Her ponytail tickles against my chin. I pull off my shirt so I can watch her. “Please tell me you have a condom,” she says breathlessly.
“No. I don’t suppose you’re on birth control?”
Sierra let out a desperate laugh. “I’m a dirtbag. You think I have health insurance?”
“Sierra, you don’t have health insurance?” I say, appalled. “You do dangerous stuff—”
“Live fast, die young. You can get angry about my irresponsible insurance portfolio later. Kiss me.”
I sigh, then catch her lips with mine. “I’ll add you to ours,” I say before I press open-mouth kisses to the hollow above her collarbone.
“You don’t need to do that. It’s a temp job, Logan.”
“I’ve got protection at the house,” I say. “Let me take you home.”
“Come on, Golden Boy,” she teases. “We don’t need condoms. We can be creative.”
She steps back from me and glances around the open-air canyon. I can read her so well. That small hesitation, herbreath quickening with excitement, the temptation to do something risky too great. My heart thuds heavily. She’s still a bad girl at heart, yes, but now she’smybad girl. Her eyes are hooded as she stares at me intently before lifting off her tank top. Then she reaches for her bra.
It doesn’t come off as smoothly. The sports bra sticks, and we both laugh a little as I try to extract her from it. I tug and tug and then finally her breasts pop free.
My mouth goes dry. Her breasts look so soft. My hands itch to squeeze them, but I hold off. They’re too beautiful not to take a moment to appreciate them. I study their flawless shape—tear-shaped with a slight, mouthwatering roundness on the top slope—and how they rise and fall with each breath. Those perfect, rosy-ringed nipples. They harden under my long perusal.
“We’ve even got dental,” I say hoarsely.
“Really? You’re still talking about insurance?” She plants her fists on her hips. Her breasts jiggling with the movement, and I can’t hold back anymore—I reach out and cup them, massaging them gently. They look so pale and smooth in contrast with my sun-darkened, rough hands.
“Oral health is important. The better to taste you with, my dear.” I suck her left breast into my mouth.
Her laugh comes out like a breathless huff. “Of all the oral jokes in the world, that’s the one you went with?” She grumbles about how sweaty she is, pushing my face away from her chest.
“I don’t care,” I whisper. I suckle her breast with long, deep pulls before I release it. “We also have vision too. The better to see you with, my dear.” I nuzzle the neglected breast in apology for having to wait so long before drawing it deep intomy mouth.
Sierra moans. “You’re such a dork.” Her fingertips brush across my chest and trace achingly sweet whispers along my skin.
I try to pull down her leggings from underneath her harness, but it keeps catching.
“It’s like a goddamn chastity belt,” I complain.
Sierra can’t stop giggling at that. “You’re just going to get me all tangled up further. Let me step out of it like you’re supposed to.” She removes her harness and peels down her leggings, until she is completely naked. With a groan, I drop to my knees in front of her.
She holds up a hand in front of my face, smiling slightly. “Nuh uh. Oral is a hard no right now. I’m all sweaty.”
“I’d love to lick your sweaty pussy,” I say loyally. “Bathe her with my tongue until she’s all nice and clean.”
Sierra looks scandalized, her face blushing intensely.
I sigh. “But fine. I’ve got ten fingers. We can make do with them.” I hop up on the relatively flat boulder behind us. “Come here,” I say, and help her climb up next to me. I take my time arranging us so we’re comfortable, using our clothes to protect her knees as I move her to straddle my thighs on the boulder.
My heart is pumping so hard I’m afraid it’s going to burst. I know, as much as she says she wants no strings attached, that it’s already too late. I can see the same affection and tenderness I feel for her reflected in her beautiful brown eyes.
Her hands are curled around my shoulders, and I can feel her shaking slightly. I dip my fingers into her, teasing along her folds, trailing my fingers through her warmth. I brush against her unbelievably slick and wet entrance, and I take asecond to mourn that I won’t be able to slide my cock home into her. Next time.
