She stared out the windows some more while he continued to nuzzle her neck with his lips, which quickly turned to suckling her soft skin. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, her scent, all of her.
He slipped his hands into the waistband of her jeans. She didn’t object, so he let his fingertips dip lower until he passed the low band on her panties and brushed the soft hair beneath.
She sucked in a shallow breath, and at the moment, he let his waist jerk forward, seeking relief he knew he wouldn’t find just yet. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy and he intended for her to do just that.
In the silken silence that surrounded them, he unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper, never once turning her to face him.
“John?” she asked, her voice uncertain.
“We’re alone,” he reassured her. “I locked the door. Besides, no one comes back here. And with the thick trees out there, no one can see in. It’s just us,” he promised her. “Isn’t that what you wanted for me? Peace and quiet? Time to focus on what’s important?”
He let his words settle, let her make of them what she would. He wasn’t about to think or dig too deeply into his meaning now. The words had escaped, and right now he meant them.
Before she could back away, he picked up where he’d left off, easing her jeans just low enough on her thighs to give him access, but not too low that she couldn’t pull them up and get decent if she wanted.
“Trust me,” he whispered in her ear.
“I do.” Then, as if to prove it, she shifted and spread her legs slightly, opening for him.
He’d been waiting for this moment, more desperately than even he’d realized, and as he slid his fingers past the triangle of hair and down to her damp heat, desire the likes of which he’d never known swept over him.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
“Do you like that?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Proving his theory, he pressed his forefinger between her dewy folds. Moisture licked at his skin and a rush of heat suffused him from inside out.
If this is what nearly entering her with his finger did to him, heaven help him when they made love. And they would. Soon. But her pleasure came first. He shifted positions and slid his finger inside her.
She shook and trembled, clearly already on the verge.
“I’ve got you, so don’t be afraid to let go.” As he spoke, he pushed his fingertip into her, then slowly eased out, making sure his thumb hit on the tight nub of desire with each slide.
She clenched her hot, wet inner walls around him, which only served to increase the friction of his finger’s glide. Unable to control his own body’s reaction, he began to pump his hips against her back in a steady rhythm.
He had control, but barely.
And then without warning, she turned toward him, releasing his finger from between her legs, taking him off guard. With shaking hands she reached for the zipper on his jeans and pulled them down.
She glanced down and stared. “Commando,” she practically stuttered.
He shrugged, then grinned.
Laughing, she wrapped her arms around his neck, but he kissed her first, reveling in the sweet welcome of her mouth. He didn’t know how, but he held on to some last shred of sanity, enough to know they had to be fast. The longer they stayed, the more risk of someone wandering back here by accident, as he had this afternoon.
“We should hurry,” he said.
Amy nodded. “Please tell me you have protection.” She wished she’d asked before she’d acted on impulse and yanked down his pants, no matter how impressive the sight.
But her entire body was on fire, desire pulsing through her and begging for release.
“As a matter of fact, I do.” He bent to extricate a condom packet from his pocket.
Though relieved, a part of her wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that he had a condom on hand, ready to go at a moment’s notice.
“Amy?” he asked as he took care of the situation.
“Hmm?”
“Wipe the frown off your pretty face and look at how old this thing is.” He held up the ripped packet, obviously worn from being carried around in his wallet. “My father knocked up my mother in a day and age when it just wasn’t done. I promised myself a long time ago I’d never get caught without one.”