Shit. Maybethemoment is finally here. “Maybe I mean everything by them.”
Her expression flickers between confusion and curiosity. Then she shakes her head, pushing away from the railing. “You’re strange, Flint.”
“Another odd compliment. I’ll take it. It’s much better than boring.”
She pinches my ass then darts out of reach. Her mood seems to change, becoming more playful, less pensive.
“You know earlier, when you were all sweaty and hot, I really wanted to sink my teeth into you.”
I take step towards her. She backs away.
“So, what stopped you?”
“Well, we were in public at the time.” She responds primly.
“We’re in public now.” I gesture to the park, but as the sun has set, more and more people have disappeared.
“Well then,” she says, tossing me her bag of candy. “I guess we should find somewhere less populated, huh?”
Oh, she wants toplay.
I stalk closer to her, as she backs further down the trail.
“Run.”
The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a seductive glow through the towering trees. I run, rainbow hair flowing free, amongst them. My heart races with anticipation, knowing that Flint is following me. The air feels thick with the scent of pine and wild things, the promise of passion, a heady mixture that makes my skin tingle with anticipation.
I can hear him pushing through the underbrush. I know his senses are heightened by the thrill of hunting me down. I wonder if, with his heightened senses and training, he can scent my arousal, and the thought causes heat to pool low in my belly.
I hear the twig snap, right behind me, and whirl to find Flint, eyes dancing with mischief.
“Took you long enough,” I tease.
He grins, closing the distance between us with long, purposeful strides. “I had to make you think you had a chance.”That fucking smirk. I just want to bite him.
I reach out as he draws closer, tracing the swirl of ink on his neck. He catches my hand, pressing a tender kiss to my palm, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m yours. Always.”
Our lips meet in a passionate, searing kiss, igniting the air around us, a dance of tongues and breaths that leaves us both breathless and aching for more. My hands roam over his broad shoulders, feeling the power and strength beneath his skin. He groans against my mouth, his hands exploring the curves of my body, tracing delicate lines down my spine with a reverence I don’t feel I deserve.
He makes me feel precious, cherished.
I break away, my breathing jagged, coming in ragged gasps. “I want you, Flint. All of you. Every inch of you.”
His eyes darken with a hunger that might just match my own, and he sweeps me into his arms, carrying me into the soft moss at the edge of the clearing. He lays me down gently, his body covering mine as he captures my lips once more, tongues meeting in an intimate dance that leaves us both craving more. A teasing and a promise of what’s to come.
My hands move to the edge of his shirt, fingers deftly undoing the knots to reveal his chiseled chest. I trace the lines of his tattoos, the hard planes of his muscles. He shudders and I suppress a smile, knowing I have the power to make this hard, formidable male tremble with nothing more than a touch. I press my lips to his skin, my tongue flicking out to taste him, teeth nipping gently, marking him as mine.
Mine.
He growls low in his throat, a primal sound that sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. His hands find the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head and away. I arch against him, my breasts pressing against the unforgiving wall of his chest, the softness of me, a starkcontrast to the hardness of his body. My nipples are peaked, aching. His mouth finds my neck, his teeth grazing sensitive flesh as he trails kisses down to my collarbone, his hands finally cupping my breasts. His thumbs make lazy circles around my nipples, furthering the desire I feel pooling in me.
As my head falls back, I moan allowing the waves of pleasure to cloud my mind.
Her head falls back, her hips bucking against me, urging me on. She reaches between us, her fingers finding the waist of my jeans and pushing them down, hands roaming over my ass, squeezing and kneading. I kick the fucking things off, my body pressing against hers, the evidence of my desire hard and insistent against her thigh. A promise of the pleasure to come.
I capture one of her breasts in my hand, my thumb softly circling her nipple, my mouth capturing the other aching peak. My tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, and she writhes beneath me. Her hands explore my back, nails digging into my flesh, urging me lower. Her body arches with need.
I comply, my mouth trailing a path down her stomach. I dip my tongue into her navel, my fingers spreading her folds, revealing that she is glistening. For me.
