Slowly, I lean closer until our mouths are barely touching and whisper, “Darlin’, that’s more than okay.” It’s a struggle to keep my body under control, the need to claim her fighting to burst free.
Avery inhales shakily, her eyes searching mine before they flutter closed, and I consume her. The first taste of her is the perfect mix of sweetness and wildness, and I wonder if I’ll ruin it all by wanting her too much. But then she grabs my hips a little tighter and sighs against my mouth like she’s found peace, and every scrap of restraint I had disappears.
We move quickly, both hungry for the other, uncaring of the vast openness of the field we’re in. We’re miles from the house, and nobody is likely to come around now.
I lift Ave into my arms and walk to my truck. She clings to me, and for a moment, it feels like nothing else exists in the world but the feel of her body wrapped around me and the weight of her in my arms.
Tightening my hold, I blindly search the bed of my truck for a blanket. My fingers touch the cotton material, and if my mouth wasn’t preoccupied, I’d have let out a holler of relief.
Neither of us are willing to come up for air. After all, who needs to breathe when you have the love of your life in your arms and they are feeding on your soul?
I stalk in the direction I think the clearing is in. I’ve been out here often enough to know this land like the back of my hand, and so my lack of sight doesn’t stop me. At this point, nothing will, unless Avery doesn’t want this.
It’s only when we reach the mowed patch in the middle of the field that I set Avery down. She looks love drunk, her eyes heady as she stumbles back. I imagine I look the same, our chests rising and falling as our labored breathing mingles between us.
She blinks, looking around her as she lifts a hand to her swollen lips. I could look at her all day; she’s beautiful, and I can’t quite believe I get to have her. Even if it’s only for a short time.Don’t fuck it up, Gray.
Shaking out the blanket, I drop to my knees, taking hold of Avery’s hips and pulling her closer. She drags her fingers through my hair, pulling on the strands lightly and forcing my head back.
Avery licks her lips and stares into my soul with her emerald eyes. “I’m glad I came out.” Her voice is raw and filled with desire.
Her words soothe something in me, something I can’t quite name.
Fisting her T-shirt, I lift it above her navel, dusting kisses across the exposed, warm, toned skin. Avery’s fingers loosen in my hair, and she moans, a soft, needy sound escaping her.
“I’m glad you came out too,” I whisper, my fingers making light work of her denim shorts. I push them down her thighs, and she steps out of them, kicking them to the side of the blanket.
I’m rock hard, my stomach tensed with the effort it takes not to lose control. I could ravage her right now, but as much as I want to let go and claim her, I also want to savor this moment. We haven’t touched each other since the night of the rodeo, and that feels like an eternity ago.
Avery joins me on the blanket, and it takes everything to keep my disappointment at no longer being able to kneel before her internal as I remove every scrap of her clothing. I’d want to undress and kiss every inch of her as I did.
The idea is short-lived when she reaches for my belt, unbuckling it before throwing it in the same direction as her shorts, her need for me matching mine for her.
Looking up at me from under her lashes, she undoes my jeans as she says, “Gray, it’s been nearly two weeks, I need you and I need you now.”
Before I can even process what she’s said, Avery’s hand is wrapped around my hard cock. She pushes my jeans and boxers down my thighs as far as they will go with her free hand, stroking me as she watches.
I close my eyes, exhaling slowly. Fuck, I could come right now, and I’m not even inside her yet. Her touch is like heaven on earth, and it’s taking everything I possess not to explode into a million pieces.
Wrapping a hand around her wrist, I pull Avery off my cock, desperate to rein in my arousal. It’s only when she’s no longer touching me that I dare to open my eyes. She has a knowing look on her face, a smirk pulling at her mouth, like she knows exactly what power she has over me.
“I should wipe that look off your face, Ave,” I growl. “I should punish you for pushing me so close to the edge.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, fluttering her lashes at me, feigning innocence. “Yeah? I could think of a million ways for you to ‘punish’ me, baby.”
Releasing her wrist, I slide a hand around her throat and pull her into me. Our mouths crash together, but she doesn’t fight me, because we both know what comes next; the euphoria we get to experience. It’s rough and desperate, our tongues clashing as we feed off each other.
We part when our mouths are bruised. I can’t take it anymore. The need to claim her is all that I can focus on.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I command, barely recognizing my own voice.
Without hesitation, Avery does as I say, moving until her perfect ass is in front of me. The tiniest G-string I’ve ever seen covers her pussy, the white fabric damp with her arousal.
I grip the sides, ripping her underwear from her body. She releases a startled whimper, and I freeze, wondering if I’ve gone too far, been too rough. But then she arches her back and pushes her ass back into my crotch, and any hesitation I had is gone. “I want you, Gray. Please don’t hold back,” she pants, her voice ragged.
Jesus, she’s perfect. She always has been.
Her slick juices cover my cock as we move together. My tip slides through her wet folds, and she moans, both of us lost in the feel of the other.
