There are frogs and crickets singing songs in the near distance, but otherwise we have the summer night to ourselves.
He’s laid out a blanket on the grass just out of sight of the house. I set the monitor down on the corner of the blanket, then sprawl out, my skirt riding up on my thighs as I lean back on my elbows.
“This is a nice bit of privacy.”
He slides right up against me, one arm behind me. The other ghosts over my belly, making me quiver inside, then between my breasts, his knuckles grazing my collarbone and the side of my throat before he unfurls his hand and cups the back of my neck. With a low groan, he traces the edge of my jaw with his thumb as he tilts my face up. In the shadows between us, it’s hard to read his expression, but it’s easy to feel his need and that pulsing desire floods me with anticipation. His muscles are taut, too, like he’s holding himself back.
I don’t want him to be restrained tonight.
“I wore this so you’d have easy access,” I whisper. “You don’t need to?—”
“I’m taking my time. Savouring you. This isn’t a problem,” he rumbles.
“Maybe it’s a problem for me, Cowboy.”
“You want me to do more than just look atyou?” He smiles, slow and broad, his teeth flashing white in the dark. “Just say the word, mama, and I’ll make you feel so good.”
“Is the word please? Because yes?—”
“I just wanted to make sure you were sure. You’ve been through a lot.”
I cup his face. “Please.”
He kisses my mouth, soft and giving, then trails his mouth down my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth before he settles in at the fluttering pulse at my clavicle. “You smell like heaven, you know that? I want to bury my face in your skin forever.”
I know the feeling. I seek his scent out, too, every chance I get. I’m eager, hungry. Desperate, even.
He drags in a big inhale, then kisses onto my chest, his lips teasing at the neckline of my dress, making my breasts surge toward him, suddenly aching and heavy. Flushed with awareness, and the arousal that follows. His hand cups my flesh, his thumb teasing a tender nipple. “How are you feeling here? Sensitive?”
“Y-yes.” My head falls back and I stare up at the sky as he ever so carefully circles my nipple, first on top of my dress, then after he tugs the neckline down, around the bare skin.
Around and around his thumb goes, until heat is racing through my entire body and my breast is pulled taut, the nipple hard and extended.
He ducks his head and covers the taut peak with his mouth, his tongue as soft as his touch. Suckling, and it makes my knees buckle.
My legs fall open, and my skirt hitches up to my hips.
With an exhale, warm against my wet tit, he glances down. “That’s a mighty nice invitation,seeing your panties flash me in the moonlight like that.”
I whimper and he returns to my breasts, giving my other nipple the same loving attention. Pulling it to a tight point and then sucking on it like he wants to taste the milk I’ll make our babies.
A wave of desperate yearning threatens to break into this precious, perfect moment, and I shove it away.
Nothing will ruin tonight. Not for me, and not for Zane. I want to give him all of myself, or at least, all of the good parts. All of the willing and eager parts. My breasts and my thighs and everything in between, including my heart.
Because I know Zane only wants this if it’s real.
And it is.
As scary as that is to admit, this connection between us is the deepest and strongest I’ve ever experienced. More real than anything else I’ll ever hold in my life, and I treasure it.
So I will protect it from my dark fears and ugliest regrets.
“I want to see you in the moonlight, too,” I whisper. “Take your shirt off, please.”
“Love the way you ask so sweet. Makes me wonder what else you might ask for if I kiss you long enough.” He brushes his lips against my nipple again, his breath almost as hot as the hungry gaze he shoots up to my face. “You have any other requests?”
I lick my lips as he lifts up just enough to strip his shirt off, then I reach for his bare chest, to the light dusting of hair there, and I trace it down, down, down, to where it narrows and thickens below his belly button. “I want to makeyou feel good.”
