“Would you kill me if I kissed you?”
A thrill jolted up my spine and heat flooded my body.
“I don’t know. Are you brave enough to find out?”
The words were barely out of my mouth before Trooper’s lips were on mine—just as hungry as I remembered.
Chapter six
Trooper
It was supposed to be a brief kiss good-night. Shea was never needy like this. Ever. That butterfly on her windshield must have spooked her more than she was willing to admit.
I wanted her to know that she was safe with me. I wanted her to know I wouldn’t let that fucker lay a finger on her.
Then Shea gasped into my mouth. She shifted position, slotting my thigh between her legs. I could feel the hot press of her pussy through my jeans. The slow, careful tilt of her hips as she almost—but not quite—started to grind against me.
That kiss damned us both. We weren’tjust friendsanymore.
I skimmed my hands down Shea’s body and grabbed her ass, encouraging her to move. She sucked in a sharp breath, propping herself up to look at me. Slowly, she began to ride my thigh.
With grasping hands, heavy breathing, and the gradual swell of pleasure between us in the silvery moonlight, none of this felt real. It had to be a dream.
Shea’s hair spilled loose from the messy knot she’d slept in. Her nipples were pebbled, clearly visible through the flimsy fabric of her tank top. I kneaded and squeezed her ass, drawing a beautifully desperate sound from her throat. Her shorts were so little—and so fucking wet—that I could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Let me look at you,” I rasped, my eyes locked with hers.
Shea held my gaze, bracing her hands on my chest as she pushed herself into a sitting position, straddling me. When she shoved the duvet aside, it slumped to the floor and neither of us bothered to retrieve it. Stripping off her tank top, she tossed it aside.
“Fuck, Shea,” I breathed. “You’re gorgeous.”
I reached up, tracing the ink that mapped her torso. The leaping panther amid a jungle of greenery with fiery eyes, curling around her ribs. The dark moths that spanned one hip, and the crescent moon mirrored on her other hip. The pair of lotus blossoms that wreathed her breasts, with a cascade of drifting blush-pink petals.
And the ivy that coiled through all of it like a thread, pulling it together.
When I cupped her tits, stroking and teasing her stiff nipples, Shea closed her eyes with a moan. Tilting her head back, she arched into my touch, gripping my wrists to keep me there.
My cock pulsed at the exquisite sight of her. I couldn’t resist bucking my hips up against her wet heat. Her shorts were a sticky mess, clinging to her pussy.
“I showed you mine,” Shea said, her voice pitched low. She tugged at my belt, palming at the ridge of my erection. “Now show me yours.”
I barely managed to get my belt unbuckled, before Shea grew impatient and unzipped my fly for me. Peeling my jeans down, she wrapped her fingers around my cock.
“Oh, you’reperfect,” she breathed, swirling her thumb beneath the crown until my eyes fluttered closed. She trailed one fingertip along my length, following the upward curve. “Not too girthy. Not too long. I bet that flared head will hit my G-spot like a dream.”
I couldn’t think straight. Shea continued her steady circles, around and around the head of my cock. Taking me higher and higher. Every muscle in my body clenched as my balls tightened, orgasm rising—rising—
She released her grip suddenly. My cock bobbed, untouched and neglected. I growled with frustration, dropping my head back against the couch. Shea laughed.
“Are you…fuckingedgingme right now?” I demanded, tinged with disbelief and turned on even more.
Her eyes twinkled. She cradled my balls, toying with them idly as she regarded me.
“Well, I have to make sure you want me so badly that you’re crazy with it.”
Her agile fingers curled around my cock again, gliding up and down with just enough pressure to keep me desperate for more, but not enough to come yet. Her dark blue nail polish caught the moonlight with a shimmer.
“Trust me, sweetheart, that’s not a problem,” I said.
