I chuckle and sling her leg over mine. “Speak for yourself. I’m on the road half the year, although mostly I don’t see much. Besides, nobody bothers us here except our parents.” I’m happy she asked about my career earlier. My schedule isn’t for the faint of heart, though she doesn’t seem deterred. Then again, I’m not sure what timeline for us exists in her head.
She sighs but it seems peaceful. “Do you think having memories together from our younger selves is a curse? Like, it’s hard to differentiate between adult us and younger us?”
“I fucking hope not. I promise, I look at you and only think about those tiny tattoos on your skin that I can explore before my tongue runs up to your pussy.” Fuck, I’m supposed to keep us above board, not get us sidetracked.
“Is that where your mind is at?” she teases.
I huff out a breath and flip us to ensure she is under me. “Yes and no. You are a feisty woman who I kind of admire, who can dish out what she takes and isn’t afraid to knock me down a peg or two.”
“I’m only feisty when it’s you.”
“I noticed. I’m only pulling out ridiculous moves in the romance department when it’s with you, so congrats, we bring out the best in one another,” I promise.
Her body writhes under me, and my cock instantly reminds me that he’s alive and waiting. “Even though we get two timelines,” she says, “I have one little fantasy years in the making that you kind of need to make come true.”
“What might that be?” I play along.
She reaches out to claw her fingers into my shirt. “Kiss me under the stars again, just like last time we were here.”
I pretend to debate her request, but then I’m lowering my mouth, happy to oblige. Kissing her is an addiction. It doesn’t matter if she’s in a foul or pleasant mood, I want her mouth both on mine and wrapped around me. I want my name to escape her lips as she pleads, and her mouth should always look like I’ve ruined her in the best possible way.
I groan as she runs the tip of her tongue along mine, and she pulls her body up, pressing her breasts against my chest. It can never be just a simple kiss with her, Hadley must know that.
“Let me make you come.” I scrape my teeth gently below her ear because it always makes her shiver from the tickle of my short scruff.
A chuckle rumbles in the back of her throat, but it only makes her neck elongate, and she’s offering me more opportunity to trail my mouth on her body.
“You seem very eager,” she hums.
No shit.I’m scolding myself that I’m not better behaved.
I slip my hand between our bodies to enable my fingers to search for the zipper of her jeans. “Hadley, whether we were arguing or perfectly content with each other, making you come is the best way to leave you speechless.”
She isn’t stopping me, and my fingers dip into her damp and warm panties, and I rumble a sound when my fingers get drenched in her arousal. I’m already going dizzy from the thought of my tongue enjoying every drop of her.
“We’re in the middle of nowhere, and I swear I just heard an owl or some wild creature,” she observes.
I continue to stroke her, feeling her tremble under my touch. “I’m the fucking wild creature, so let me have my way.” My voice is filled with reverence.
“Are you about to have a hissy fit?” Hadley has the audacity to taunt me right now.
My response is to spear a digit inside of her that instantly causes her breath to halt and her internal walls to wind tightly around my finger. “Depends, do I get to have you coming all over my hand?”
She struggles to form words as I slip my thumb between us to ensure her clit continues to receive the attention it deserves. Her breath hitches again, and her mouth parts open as her body responds to my touch.
“I guess it’s the least I can let you do since you did arrange a romantic picnic under the stars. You’re such a softie when it comes to dating.”
“Whoa, you have the audacity to tease me right now? I’m by no means soft.” I’ll show her.
In a flash, I yank down her jeans and panties until they’re stuck around one of her ankles, then knock her knees to part to give me a canvas because I’m on my stomach in no time, with my arms hooked under her thighs. My mouth covers her pussy, my tongue flicking her clit before drawing circles. I could get high just from the taste of her. I’m trying to ignore how hard I am, but it just makes me determined.
“Connor,” she bellows out, her fingers clawing my hair.
Briefly, I glance up. “You will come all over my tongue and you will not look away while I do it.”
Her eyes drop to watch me. “Fine, yes, don’t stop,” she nearly slurs before another moan escapes her.
My fingers dig into her thighs while I keep her splayed open, and I continue to lick her senseless. I could spend hours feasting on her and I wouldn’t get bored.
