I exhale as she pulls me down to her mouth.
The kiss starts soft. She tastes like rain and the coffee from this morning, and the second my tongue slides over hers she makes a low, hungry sound in the back of her throat that goes straight through my chest and lights up everything south of my belt. My cock goes stone-stiff, pushing against the front of my sweats with enough urgency to make my hips roll into her on pure instinct.
The blanket falls off her shoulders and the flannel gapes at the collar. I drag my mouth down her jaw, down her throat, into that sexy place at the base of her neck, and she shivers against my lips.
"Beck…"
"This okay, darlin’?" I ask.
"God, yes."
"Mmm…" I scrape my teeth along the cord of her neck, and her whole body bows toward me. "You sure? 'Cause once I get my mouth on you proper, I'm not stoppin' till you're shakin' under me."
"Yes—"
I get her down on the wool blanket so I'm on my good leg with her under me, the fire throwing orange across one side of her face and shadow across the other. I unbutton her flannel one button at a time, because I’ve been picturing this since I saw her and I refuse to rush it.
The shirt falls open down to her sternum, andChrist—she's not wearing a damn thing under it. She must've stripped the bra off when she changed, and the sight of her bare tits just about undoes me where I'm kneeling.
"Fuck, those are sweet, baby." My voice has gone rough enough I barely recognize it.
She’sgorgeous. Lean, but so soft where it matters, with a faint farmer's-tan line at her shoulders. Her nipples are already pebbled tight, dusky pink and the prettiest things I've ever laid eyes on. I push the flannel the rest of the way off her shoulders, baring her down to her waist, and my mouth waters.
I cup one of her tits in my palm, squeezing the full, warm weight of it, then rub my fingers across her nipple.
She gasps.
"Damn," I murmur. "See how stiff that little peak gets for me? Bet I could make you come just from teasing these nipples. We'll find out sometime."
She makes a strangled sound and bites her lush lower lip.
I grin and lean down to suck on her flesh.
“Oh!” Her hand comes up to the back of my head and her fingers fist in my hair, the sting going straight to my cock. I work her with my tongue—flat strokes, then the tip, then sealing my lips around her and sucking in long, deep pulls until she's writhing under me. I switch to the other and give it the same treatment, as slowly as I can manage, because I love hearing her pant and mewl.
And when I drag my teeth lightly across her nipple, her moan near breaks me.
"Beck—" she gasps, and starts pushing my shirt up.
I sit back long enough to strip the T-shirt over my head, and her hands are on me in a flash. She runs them over my chest, through the dark hair, down my ribs, and over the ridges of my abs.
Her palm slides down my stomach and over the bulge of my aching cock through the fabric. "Christ, darlin'—"
"You're huge." Her voice has gone breathy. She massages me through my pants, working her hand up the length of my cock, and it’s heaven. "This isn't gonna fit."
"Don’t worry, baby." I grit out through my teeth. "I'll get you so wet for me, you'll be slidin' down on it and beggin' for more."
I catch her wrist, and bring it to my lips, before I lose what's left of my mind. "But first…I'm gonna eat that beautiful pussy 'til you can't see straight. Lay back."
Her cheeks are pink and her chest is heaving as she lays back on the blanket.
“You warm enough that I can get you naked? We’ll leave the socks on, though,” I say, with a wink.
She nods. “I’m burning up.”
“Good,” I tug the flannel the rest of the way off, and peel her tiny panties from her and there she is—bare in front of the fire on my wool blanket, sexy and flushed andminefor the night. I have to close my eyes for half a second to catch my breath.
Then I spread her thighs wide.
