“Oh, that’s to hit you in the head with when you try to turn into a werewolf later.”
He busts out laughing and the birds by the stream take flight. Conner grabs my hand and tugs it. “Come here.”
I practically roll out of my chair and end upstraddling his lap. His big hands cover most of my ass. The smile on his face is so pretty. He’s got these semi-full lips and a strong jaw, but his honey quartz brown eyes are my weakness. It’s easy to be mesmerized by him.
“This feels surreal,” I whisper before kissing him. His tongue slowly delves into my mouth and it’s like we’ve kissed a million times and never at the same time. It’s familiar yet foreign. Brand-new and lifetimes old.
“I’m terrified this is all a dream,” he says when we break away. “Or that I’m going to fuck it up.”
“You can’t fuck us up.”
His jaw sets and his smile is tight. Guess he disagrees with me but doesn’t want to get into it. That’s fine. I’d much rather make out than fight.
Pulling up his shirt, I playfully skate my fingers all over his skin. “Your thirst traps don’t do your body justice.”
He chuckles against my lips before kissing me again. “Watch those, do you?”
“Sometimes.” I tug his shirt off. “When I need relief.”
Conner’s eyes flash as it dawns on him. “And… how often do you needrelief?” His hands lift my dress up over my hips so he can cup my ass.
“A lot.”
Our mouths crash together and we’re kissing like our lives depend on it. Conner stands up and I wrap my arms and legs around him like a koala. Carrying me towards his tent feels like a whirlwind. Then it comes to a standstill when he can’t get the zipper to work. Struggling with that while holding and kissing me goes haywire fast.
“God damnit,” he growls. “The thing’s stuck!”
Unlatching myself, my boots hit the ground, and I step out of his way.
“Shit.” He gets madder at the tent. “Cockblocking no good cheap ass piece of shit!” He yanks the zipper one more time and it finally releases. “Shooo. Finally.”
Without wasting another second, he grabs my waist and walks backwards into the tent, taking me with him. He starts fighting with the zipper to get it closed again. “Holy shit, this damn thing is… ah. There we go.” Triumphantly, he spins around and his smile falls along with his jaw.
My sundress is on the ground. And since I’d already kicked off my boots outside while he fought the zipper, I’m ready to go.
He’s on me in a flash. “This is the best day of my goddamn life.”
We’re like two crazed animals in rutting season. My hands roam over every inch of skin I can touch, and his hands seem even hungrier.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Conner suddenly pulls back, breathless. “We need to go slow. I can’t ruin this.”
Again, with the insecurities.
“Conner, I think as far as romance speed, we’ve gone as slow as humanly possible, don’t you think?”
He dramatically counts all the years we’ve yearned for each other and then nods. “Yeah. You’re right.” His mouth is on mine again and he’s tugging on the fly of his pants.
It’s stuck.
“Fuck my life,” he groans, trying to pull it harder. “What’s up with all this zipper hate today?”
Giggling, I drop to my knees and bat his handsaway. “Let me do it.”
It’s no trouble at all to flick the button and slide down his zipper. And pulling Conner’s pants off is something I take my time with. His solid ass is what I relish first. “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen.” I knead his cheeks and spank one. Then I move onto his thick thighs. They’re like two sturdy tree trunks with all the hard work he does daily. His boxer briefs struggle to hold his erection against his body. Not giving that part of him my full attention yet, I drop my gaze at his boots and unlace each one. Conner kicks them off and steps out of his pants in uncoordinated movements while I remain on my knees in front of him.
My heart’s galloping.
Running my fingers up his thighs again, I notice he’s shaking a little. I wonder if it’s from nervousness or need. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly peel them down. His cock juts out, making my mouth water.
