“That’s okay.”He continued to knead her breast while he slid his other hand beneath the elastic of her boxers.His words rasped in the darkness.“I don’t really care what you told Fred.”Boldly he tunneled his fingers through her moist curls.“I just—” He caught his breath as he probed deeper.
She moaned and leaned back in his arms.
“Ah, Jo.”He caressed her with a gentle, rhythmic motion that soon had her quivering.“You’re drenched, sweetheart,” he whispered.“Why did you hide from me?”
This was crazy, letting him touch her this way with only the darkness to conceal them.But for the life of her she couldn’t ask him to stop.
He kissed her neck, then nipped playfully as he slowed his strokes, drawing out the exquisite pleasure.“Why, Jo?”
She could barely breathe as she reached for the summit.Almost there.Just a little more.“Playing it...cool.”
“Oh.”
She could feel his smile against her skin as he paused, his finger lightly touching her throbbing flash point.She thought she’d go crazy.“But I’m not cool,” she said, her words a breathless plea.
“No?”
She trembled on the brink of ecstasy.“Quinn, have mercy.Do something.”
“Like this?”He pushed deep and pressed down on that aching, needy spot with the heel of his hand.
Her world came apart, and the rest of the world would have known all about it if he hadn’t taken his other hand from her breast and gently covered her mouth, muffling her cry of release.She arched in his arms as the quakes took hold of her.She felt tumbled about like a pebble in the rapids of a stream, and through it all Quinn held her, supported her, whispered sweetly in her ear.
At last she shuddered and was still, drooping in his arms as she gasped for breath.“Wow.”
“Good?”His voice sounded hoarse.
“Oh, yeah.”
He eased his hand out of her boxers and slowly turned her to face him, holding her firmly by her shoulders as if he realized without his strong grip she’d fall flat on the ground.“I’m glad.”
She gazed at him.“I feel as if I’ve had too much to drink.”
“I know the feeling.I’m pretty high myself.”
“Yeah, but you’re still standing.You may have to carry me to the barn.”
He gave her a lopsided grin.“I’m not sure I can walk that far.”He guided her a couple of steps backward until she felt the trunk of the oak against her back.“Let’s rest a minute before we decide.”He took off his Stetson, hung it on a nearby twig and leaned down and covered her mouth with his.
She didn’t find his kiss at all restful.One thrust of his tongue and the ache began to build again as if he hadn’t just given her the most dramatic climax of her life.She’d never experienced lovemaking like this.There seemed to be no quenching the fire inside.When she thought it had burned itself out, Quinn breathed the embers to life again.
His hands found their way under her chemise, cupping her breasts, coaxing her nipples to quivering tautness.Then he lifted his mouth from hers, pushed the chemise up and leaned down to draw one nipple into his mouth.Without the tree’s support she would have definitely crumpled to the hard ground as he lavished her breasts with attention.
She was guilty of pulling the chemise higher, so it wouldn’t flutter down and get in his way.And she arched her back to make it easier for him to do all those marvelous things with his mouth and tongue that she remembered from their session on the couch.
“Oh, Quinn, I want you so much,” she cried softly.
“Undo my jeans,” he murmured against her tongue-dampened breasts.
“Here?”
“Right here, sweetheart.I need your hands on me in the worst way.”
She gasped as he resumed fondling her.“Then you’ll have to stop...doing that.”
She wondered if he’d heard her, but he must have, because eventually he kissed his way to her throat and nuzzled the sensitive skin beneath her ear as he continued to stroke her breasts.
“And that,” she said breathlessly.
