The firelight casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angle of his jaw and the furrow of concentration between his brows. The faintest of smirks tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he pats his hand against his thigh. I hesitate for a second, my lips pursing. Unable to deny his silent request, I push onto my hands and knees before crawling to him.
When I reach him, his fingers slip beneath my chin. They are warm despite the cool night air. He tilts my face upward until we’re almost touching. He brushes his lips against mine, soft and chaste, lingering just long enough to feel the spark between us. His strong arms cocoon me, pulling me close as I squeal in surprise. It draws a small laugh from him as he wraps his blanket around us both. The wool is scratchy against my skin, but the heat trapped inside it is intense. I lean back into his chest, pillowing my head on his shoulder as both his arms surround around me, securing me. The steady thud of his heart against my back is a metronome in the quiet night.
“Too cold?” he murmurs, his voice rough but tinged with concern. He nuzzles the top of my head, his lips brushing over my hair as he awaits a response.
“A little,” I whisper, craning my neck to look at him. Theflames glow in his eyes, turning them to molten golden brown. “But it’s not the cold I’m worried about.”
He smiles, a slow, predatory grin, sending a shiver skittering down my spine that has nothing to do with the temperature. His hand moves from my waist to my thigh, his fingers tracing the inner seam of my jeans. The pressure is light, almost absent-minded, but it sparks my nerves. I squeeze my legs together, a useless attempt to quell the ache building low in my belly.
He presses his lips to my ear, the warm breath blowing over them a stark contrast to the chill in the air. “Then what are you worried about, Teagan?” he asks, his voice is a low rumble that vibrates through my entire body.
I can’t form words. I just shake my head—a small, helpless motion. He eases my thighs open and his hand slides higher, his thumb brushing against the denim-covered apex of my thighs. I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckles, a deep, satisfied sound.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Use your words, wildfire,” he coaxes, his other hand cupping my jaw. He tilts my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze over my shoulder. His eyes are suddenly dark, the gold from the fire swallowed by a deep, primal hunger. “Tell me what you want.”
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry as the Terry Badlands. “I want you,” I breathe out, the words barely a whisper.
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Good girl.” The praise sends a wave of heat through me, making me pliant andeager to please. He leans in and captures my mouth in a kiss that’s both tender and possessive. His tongue sweeps against mine, tasting faintly of coffee, as I twist in his hold. I melt into him, my hands coming up to grip the front of the worn, soft cotton of his shirt.
The kiss deepens, growing more urgent. His hand tightens on my thigh, the fingers digging into my flesh so hard it almost hurts. By the time he breaks our kiss, his breathing is ragged. He reaches for the hem of my sweater, and his fingers brush against my stomach. I arch into his touch, silently begging for more. He pulls the sweater over my head, tossing it aside. The cold air hits my skin, raising goosebumps, but the look in his eyes is enough to burn me from the inside out. Reaching behind me, he deftly unhooks my bra. He slides it off, his knuckles grazing my ribs as he drags the straps down my arms. My nipples pebble in the cold air, and I can’t help but shiver.
“Lie down,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. I obey without hesitation, shifting so I’m on my back on the wool blanket. He looms over me, his body blocking the firelight, casting me in a shadow. His gaze roams over my skin, like he’s taking the time to memorize every curve and freckle. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, more to himself than to me.
He lowers his head, his mouth closing over one breast. His tongue is hot and wet, and it almost burns in contrast to the cool night air. He swirls it around my nipple, teasing it into a tight peak before sucking gently. I cry out, arching off the blanket as my hands fly to his hair and tangle in the thick, dark strands. He lavishes the same attention on my other breast, his hand kneading the one his mouth just left. Thedual sensations are a delicious torment that has me writhing beneath him. I can feel my wetness soaking my jeans, my body silently matching my wordless pleas for more.
He releases my nipple with a soft pop, his lips trailing a path down my stomach. His tongue dips into my navel, and I squirm, a giggle bubbling up my throat. He looks at me, a playful glint in his eyes. “Ticklish?”
“A little,” I admit, my voice breathy.
His grin widens as he kisses along my stomach, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reaches the waistband of my jeans, his fingers hook into the belt loops, and he looks up at me with a serious expression. “Say it again,” he insists, his voice low and demanding.
“I want you, Easton,” I confess, my voice clear and steady this time. “I want all of you.”
Satisfaction gleams in his eyes, and he makes quick work of my jeans, tugging them down, along with my panties. I’m completely exposed to him, to the night, and to the raw, untamed wilderness around us. He settles between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs apart. He looks up at me one last time, a silent question in his eyes. I answer by nodding, a slow, deliberate movement. I’m giving myself over to him, completely and without reservation.
He lowers his head, and the first touch of his tongue against my core is a shock. I gasp, my hips jerking off the blanket as he licks me from entrance to clit. His tongue swirls around it before he draws it into his mouth. He’s not gentle. He devours me, exploring every fold and sensitive spot. He’s a man possessed, driven by a singular, primal need to taste me.To claim me.He repeatedly pushes me to the edge andholds me there, leaving me teetering on the precipice of oblivion.
“Easton,” I gasp, needing him to let me come, when he denies me yet again. “Please…”
“Your pleasure is mine, and you come when I decide to let you.”
My hands fist the blanket, my knuckles blanched white as I struggle to breathe. I’m lost to a haze of sensation, the world narrowing to the exquisite pleasure he’s giving me. He licks and sucks, his movements sure and confident. He knows my body better than I do. He slides a finger inside me, then another, curling them. The pressure against my G-spot is exquisite, a delicious counterpoint to the relentless stimulation of his tongue. The tension coils in my core, a tight knot of pleasure that’s about to snap.
He hums against me, and the vibration sends me over the edge. My back arches, a silent scream tearing from my throat as the release crashes over me. It’s an explosive detonation of pleasure that leaves me breathless, my thighs shaking violently against his face. He doesn’t stop, his tongue and fingers work me through the aftershocks, drawing out a string of successive orgasms until I’m begging him to stop.
Still fully dressed, the rough denim of my jeans drags over Teagan’s sensitive skin as I kiss my way up her body. I hover over her, my forearms braced on either side of her head. Dipping my head, I let her taste herself on my lips. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as she licks the remnants of her tangy arousal from me.
My cock throbs in the tight confines of my jeans, the hard, insistent presence pressing firmly into Teagan’s thigh. She reaches between us, her fingers fumbling with the button of my jeans. With a firm grip, my hand wraps over hers, stilling her. “So needy,” I tease, climbing from her.
After rising to my feet, I stand over her and watch the light of the flames flicker across her skin. I take my time pulling off my boots before finally unbuttoning my jeans. When I push them down my thighs with my boxers, my cock springs free, hard and ready. Teagan gazes up at me, her chest heaving and eyes dark with desire.
I kick off my pants and retake my seat on the blanket before reaching for Teagan. Pulling her into me, I position her so that she’s straddling my lap, knees on either side of my hips. I lean back against the log with my hands around her waist. Holding her above me, I flex my hips to position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock resting against her warmth. She tries to sink down onto me, but my hands on her hips brace her in place. “Patience…”
She nods, her body trembling with anticipation. I wait—for what feels like an eternity—before slowly lowering her over every inch of me. Her head falls back on a gasp as I fill her completely. I pause, pulling her flush against me as I give her a moment to adjust. I pepper a trail of kisses along her neck. When I reach her ear, I whisper my command. “Ride my cock.”
With her hands planted on my shoulders for leverage, she moves in a slow, rocking rhythm. She grinds against me, sweet sounds spewing from her as her clit repeatedly rubs against me. I watch in awe. She meets my gaze, her eyes burning with an intensity that takes my breath away.
