‘I’m serious.’
‘I’m sure you are.’
‘Ask me again, Lydia.’ He gave a small, playful bite to my neck.‘I said you’d have to ask, didn’t I?’
‘Kiss me.’
‘In a minute.I’m roaming.’
‘Roaming.’ My breath hitched as his hands drifted up my legs, across my bum, which he gave a squeeze before pulling it closer to him so I could feel how hard I’d made him.
‘You drive me crazy,’ he said.‘You’ve always driven me crazy.But now it’s a different kind of crazy.’
‘What kind of crazy is it now?’ I gasped as he arched up, pressing into me.
‘The kind that is going to grind against you just to feel you.I know what it feels like not to have you, so I’ll take anything you give me.’
‘Ren—’ My eyes stung at that admission.
‘No, no pity.You know I don’t deserve it.’ He pulled back, his familiar brown eyes burning.‘Will you let me make you feel good?’ His hands drifted lower towards my bare legs.‘Please?’
‘Okay,’ I said.‘But after—’
‘We don’t have to worry about after right now.’ He kissed me.‘Just let me make you feel good.’
‘Okay.’
He shifted us so that I was on my back, and his shaking hands drifted up my legs.His eyes tracked every movement, as if he was trying to take it all in, as if he was trying to memorise every moment.
‘You look so good in my T-shirt.I thought I was going to pass out when I saw you in it last night,’ he said, wrapping it in his fist.‘You look like you’ve just finished a class.’
‘Yeah?’ I asked, as his hand caressed up my calf slowly.‘That tickles.’
‘Sorry,’ he mumbled but carried on, fascinated.‘I always liked that look on you.After your classes.Pink cheeks.Slightly out of breath.I just thought I liked it when you enjoyed yourself.But now I’ve realised it might have been for a different reason.’
I gasped as he made his way up to my inner thighs.
‘Yep.’ He smiled.‘Definitely a different reason.’
‘Stop messing.’
‘Shush,’ he said, ‘or I’ll find a more creative way to keep you quiet.’
My eyes widened.‘What if they hear—’
‘They won’t.I pitched this tent far enough away.’ His eye glittered with a challenge, ‘So you’ll just have to keep as quiet as you can.Can you do that?’
Ren was done with teasing as he lowered a kiss to my thigh and then the other one, kissing further and further up.I gasped as he pulled at the lace of my thong, pulling it down and hard.For most men, they probably couldn’t have pulled that off, but somehow Ren managed it successfully, pulling my thong from my legs with ease.
‘You’ve done that before.’
‘Jealous?’ he said, his breath on my sex, making me wriggle.
He was teasing me again, but I managed to bite out, ‘In your dreams.’
‘Every single fucking one,’ he said as he lowered his mouth to me, swiping his tongue across my clit.I gasped again and threw my head back as pleasure flooded my body.Ren hummed, the feeling intensifying the pleasure.I moaned, needing to move, needing more friction than this.But he was taking his time, savouring me, building me up.Ren’s hand travelled up my body, squeezing my breasts.I met his gaze, and he hummed against me, like this was a fantasy playing out in real life.He pulled the tops of my thighs hard, moving them closer to him.
‘You taste like I remembered.’ His eyes met mine.‘Pure sunshine.’
