Nerves rippled through her stomach.
Which would be worse, the mortification if she’d misread his interest, or the regret over squandering this chance?
Regret. No contest.
Taking a deep breath in the dark, she slid her arm free and placed her hand over the top of his, guiding his fingers to her left breast.
He inhaled sharply, his fingers flexing as if involuntarily. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
She’d never been more sure of anything in her life. “Yes.”
Todd kissed the side of her neck, coaxing every nerve to life as he gently kneaded her aching breasts. He slipped his hand beneath her top, palm rough against her sensitive skin.
She moaned as fire filled her belly and she arched, pressing her hips back, rubbing against his growing erection.
“Lindsey.” He urged her to face him.
She rolled over, leaning into his touch, and kissed him hard. Burrowing her hands under his T-shirt, she skimmed them over the smooth muscles and the coarse hair that sprinkled his sculpted chest and gathered more thickly beneath his belly button. His skin was magic, impossible not to touch.
He cupped her bottom, pressing her close and groaned as their tongues tangled, a competition for who could incite the most pleasure.
Hot now, she wanted to tear off their clothing, but the space was tight, not built to share. She made a frustrated noise.
“What’s wrong?” Todd asked, a thread of amusement in his deep voice.
“Too many clothes.”
He laughed and relinquished his hold on her butt to give her room to move. “Better?”
“Yes.” Free, she sat up and wrestled off her jacket and shirt.
Next to her, he followed suit, his pale skin barely visible in the dark cave of the tent. He lay on his back and reached for her, guiding her to straddle his thighs as he tugged the sleeping bag over her shoulders. Levering up, he closed his mouth around one nipple, teasing the other with his devious fingers.
Her body floated on the increasing high, pleasure surging as he learned what she liked from every twist, every shudder, every breathy exhalation. Lindsey rocked her core against his erection. Had she ever felt this wanton, this desirable, this free to take what she wanted?
He straightened and kissed her, one arm cradling her shoulders as his tongue and his touch coaxed her ever higher, letting her ride him to her heart’s content.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered.
Was she though? Or did he say those kinds of things to every woman in his bed?
She came crashing back into her brain, unable to turn off her thoughts long enough to enjoy the most amazing man she’d ever met. What was wrong with her? She shivered, the air suddenly frosty on her bare skin. Why was she sabotaging this? She wanted him, no expectations, no promises. Everyone said things they didn’t mean during sex. It was part of the fantasy. Sheknewthat.
Just pretend it’s real.
“Hey.” He looked up at her, a ghost in the dark. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “Nothing, I…”
His hands dropped to his side. “We can stop.”
“Is that what you want?”
He scoffed. “If you’re paying attention at all, I’m pretty sure you can tell it’s not. But I will, if that’s what you need, if you’re not ready. No guilt, Lindsey.”
God, where had this man been all of her life? She just needed to get out of her own head and enjoy herself. Was that too much to ask?Come on, brain. Let me have some fun before I die. “I don’t want to stop. I just sometimes have trouble turning off my thoughts.”
“Challenge accepted.”
