Tonight, though, she’d meant to lighten the mood, not incite a compliment. “You’re pretty hot stuff yourself.” He waslean and cut, without being massive. Simply beautiful.
She gave him a cheeky smile.
He trailed his fingers down the side of her face, down her neck, and spread his warm hand wide over her collarbone, making a tortuously slow slide toward her breast.
She pushed to her toes, grasping his head for balance and some semblance of control, and looked deep into his eyes. “I forfeit.”
“Thank God.”With a groan, he pulled her close and bent down to capture her mouth. His hands were warm and gentle as he caressed her breasts, lightly kneading, tentatively pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers.
“Yes.” She gasped and arched, pressing her chest into his palms.
He looped an arm across her upper back and kissed her hard, diving deep as his free hand stroked her with greaterconfidence. With his teeth, he tugged her lower lip, nibbling, sucking, softly biting, until she was dizzy with lust.
With eager hands, she explored his firm chest, the grooves that crossed his abs and carved his hips, and dipped her fingers into his boxers. His body twitched at her touch and he hummed his pleasure, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck to her breast. She wrapped her fingersaround his hard penis, stroking the hot, smooth skin, eliciting a low curse from him that made her smile.
She wasn’t naive enough to believe that his arousal made her special. Most straight men would have the same response to any half-naked woman. But she still felt a thrill at having this man at her mercy in this moment. She wasn’t some nameless, anonymous fuck for him, even if this wasn’tthe start of a long-term relationship.
He sucked her breast with increasing pressure and she cried out at the acute pleasure, gripping him harder, the ache between her legs intensifying. She wanted him inside her. Now.
Careful not to hurt him, she freed his erection and slid his boxers down his long, hairy legs, using her foot to push them from his muscular thighs to the floor.
Steppingfree, he kicked the underwear toward the back of the RV and sank to his knees, pulling her lower body tightly to him as he continued his ministrations with her breasts now at mouth level, sucking, pinching, rolling. His cock slid between her lower thighs and she squeezed him tight, no longer able to reach him with her hands.
Instead, she raked the back of her nails over his scalp. Goosebumpsrose on his skin and she ran her fingers through his hair, down his neck, and along his shoulders.
She would never tire of touching him.
His hand trailed down her side and around the back, triggering sparks as it slipped beneath the elastic of her low-cut panties and along the crease of her buttocks. Tara held her breath, closing her eyes against the spinning room as she arched into his touch.Yes. Please.
As he slid a finger into her aching core, he bit gently on her nipple.
Tara cried out.Oh, God. Stars burst behind her eyelids and she panted as he stroked in and out, adding another finger to fill her, while still working her breast. “Jeff.” She hadn’t planned to beg, but good Lord, the man had her at his mercy.
“Don’t move.” He released her and rose, red marks marring hisknees, his erection straining proudly against his stomach.
Something dark and thrilling in his voice kept her feet bolted to the floor. He was the epitome of masculine beauty as he strode into the bathroom. A glorious monument to the male form.
A squeak came from behind the door, several drawers opened and shut. Tara’s heart pounded. She shivered. The night was cooling and they hadn’t turnedon the heater, but with luck, she’d soon be hot and sweaty in Jeff’s arms.
He returned with a strip of condoms and threw them on the sofa. “They’re new enough,” he said, holding out his hand.
Feeling unexpectedly shy facing his naked magnificence, she took his hand and let him pull her toward the couch.
Wrapping her in his embrace, he widened his stance and lifted her onto her tiptoes fora searing kiss that rekindled her inner flame and set her pulse racing. He brushed his mouth over hers, softly, peppering her lips with light kisses, sucking them between his teeth, gently biting.
Her heart skipped. Trailing her nails down his chest, she reached lower and gripped him firmly, her control quickly shredding.
Without warning, he flipped her to face the couch, one hand latchingonto her breast as the other slid down between her thighs. Dizzy and struggling to catch her breath, Tara reached up behind her and clasped her arms around his neck.
His warm mouth charted a course from beneath her left ear to the curve of her shoulder while he stroked her into a delirium.
She was drowning in sensation, body thrumming from the tiny shocks of his touch assaulting her from alldirections. His hot, wet mouth against her neck, his rough hand on her breast, his strong fingers in her slick folds.
“Put your hands on the back of the couch,” he said, his breath against her cheek triggering goosebumps. He nibbled her earlobe, then immediately soothed it with his lips and tongue.
Helpless to refuse, Tara braced her hands on the back of the couch, legs spread, bare feet coolon the tile. Heart thrumming with anticipation, she looked over her shoulder.
He stood right behind her, body flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat, rolling a condom over his erection with shaky hands.
