“Sorry,” I rasp. “Just never thought I’d find you. Never thought you’d want me the way I want you.” She palms my cheeks, filling my head again.
Heat pools behind my sternum, then curls low at the base of my spine. “My, my… such thoughts for a lady,” I tease, blown away by the memory of her remembering me at the watering hole.
She smiles, soft and wicked, still thinking andfeeling.
“God, Eliza.” My voice roughens. “If I’d have known, nothing would’ve been able to stop me from claiming you then and there.”
“But youdidknow I was looking,” she teases, fingers stroking over my neck and shoulders, undoing me bit by bit.
“Knew you were curious. That’s a different thing for a man like me.”
“I’m still curious,” she says with that sassy voice of hers, eyes flashing.
“About what, primrose?”
“Whether you’ll wait to grab that rope or just take me here, hard against the fence.”
“There’s much I’m still getting used to about this time and place,” I confess. “But your dirty mouth was worth waiting nearly two centuries for.”
Her eyebrow arches. “You don’t knowhalfof what it can do.”
Her knees hit the dirt, and I unravel a little more. Won’t hold on much longer.
I swallow hard, still unbelieving she’d offer me this. Despite my differences. “You don’t have to?—”
“Want to,” she says, staring up at me with simmering eyes. “Just try not to latch onto my face.”
A laugh escapes me, loud and robust, amusement I haven’t felt for too long to remember. I don’t stop until my eyes are blurry. She’s got a fair bit yet to learn about me.
Eliza’s looking up through a fringe of black lashes, face radiating pleasure. “Never heard you laugh like that before. I love it.”
“No,” I say with a forced frown. “You loveme.”
“I do, Kael Guthrie. More than you can know, but you’re about to find out.” She gets serious now, focusing on unbuttoning and unzipping. My jeans and boxers bunch in her hands as she slides them to my knees.
Her eyes round. “You’re bigger than I remember,” she murmurs, wrapping her dainty fingers around me.
“Then we need to do this more often.”
I moan as she slides back and forth, my mind pressing against hers, savoring how much she wants this, too. She leans forward, teasing me with the tip of her tongue, then circling me with her lips.
She won’t be able to get half of me in her mouth. That’s okay. Every centimeter is bliss wrapped in an invitation.
All the time, her hand keeps sliding, finding the rhythm she knows I want.
I groan, deep-chested and full, leaning against the fence post like it’s a crutch.
Her cheeks hollow, eyes meeting mine. There’s so much love in them it steals my breath. Then, the corners crinkle as she giggles, saying with a wink. “No alien funny business. You promise?”
“Only until I get that rope,” I moan, “and make good onyourfantasy.”
The throb between her legs tightens my lower core as she takes me in her mouth again. Hand, tongue, and lips working me into oblivion beneath a blanket of stars.
When I can’t take anymore, when I have to bond her, I sweep her into my arms unceremoniously, lifting her dress.
“No panties,” I grunt.
“May never wear them again… with you around.”
