Her eyelids fluttered closed and her lips parted seconds before his mouth claimed hers in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. A soft moan escaped her as she welcomed the silky invasion of his tongue and appreciated the enticing taste of scrumptious shortbread cookies and masculine possession. He took her deeper and deeper into the kiss—ravishing her mouth with his lips and teeth, mating their tongues, stealing her very breath—until all coherent thought fled her mind.
“Your shirt,” she panted against his soft, damp lips as she anxiously tugged the material from the waistband of his jeans. “I want it off.”
In one fluid motion he gripped the hem, pulled it over his head, and tossed the shirt aside. “Better?”
“Oh, much.” She placed her hands on his well-defined chest, not at all surprised when her own breasts swelled at the contact. She stroked his smooth skin and firm muscle, and leaned close to scatter warm, moist kisses along his jaw, run the tip of her tongue down his neck, and suck the pulsing skin at the base of his throat.
His entire body shuddered, and he gathered her hair in his fists as her lips coasted over his chest and she tasted the salt on his skin and inhaled the intoxicating scent of aroused male. She deliberately grazed her teeth across his erect nipples and heard him draw in a swift breath, feeling the tiny nub of flesh harden even more against her curled tongue.
Before she could continue her journey downward, he urged her with his hands to sit back up. Breathing hard, they stared at each other as a clap of thunder shook the vehicle with the sheer force of the loud boom that reverberated across the Oregon sky. A torrent of rain followed, and he fused their mouths yet again as he shifted his body and eased her down onto the blanket. He stretched out beside her and hooked his knee across her legs to accommodate the length of his frame in the small space.
He slowed their kisses, and in his own good time unfastened the first button on her blouse, then another, and yet another, making her restless with his slow, drawn-out movements—making her dizzy with the anticipation of experiencing his sweeping caress on her exposed flesh. Once done, he pulled the ends of her opened blouse from her jeans, and she shivered when his wa
rm mouth glided across the full swells of her bra-encased breasts. He continued to nibble his way to the straining peak, and once he reached his destination, he tongued and lightly bit the distended nipple pressing against textured lace.
A sense of urgency gripped her, and she nearly fainted with relief when he unclasped the front of her bra and finally released her breasts. Letting the cups fall to her sides, he strummed his long fingers over the aching peaks, which were excruciatingly stiff from his teasing ministrations, and damp from his wet mouth and the humidity in the truck from the rain outside and the combined body heat inside. Even the windows were fogged from their heavy breathing.
Their eyes met and locked, his dark, smoky gaze heavy-lidded with desire and glittering with something far more primal. He swirled his thumb around a sensitive, still-slick aureole, using the feverish warmth and dampness from her skin to increase the friction against her nipple and heighten the pure, sensual pleasure of his touch.
He grinned knowingly, and a devilish light entered his gaze. “Kinda hot and steamy in here, don’t you think?”
“As you can feel for yourself, I’m burning up.” She was on fire, and she had a feeling it was going to get a whole lot hotter before they were through.
“Yeah, you are,” he agreed huskily as his gaze took in the flush on her skin. “Let’s see what we can do about lowering your temperature a little bit.”
Pulling the small cooler closer, he flipped it open and rummaged through the chilled drinks. Instead of retrieving a canned soda as she’d expected, he instead slipped a large ice cube into his mouth, then closed his chilled, wet hand over her swollen breast. She sucked in a startled breath as new and unfamiliar sensations rippled through her, at once shocking and thrilling. Before she could push his freezing touch away, he dipped his head and lapped his cold, velvet-soft tongue up the side of her neck, then captured her mouth with his frosty lips.
He swallowed her sultry moan, unfurled his tongue, and let the melting ice cube slide into her mouth. Then he initiated a sensual game of hide and seek with the frozen chip, chasing the piece of ice with their tongues until both their mouths had shared all of its refreshing coolness, then warmed up together again.
The kiss went on, and her tenuous restraint spiraled and splintered, unleashing assertive, wanton urges. Needing to touch him, she let her hands drift everywhere, from his shoulders, to his arms, to his chest, belly, and hips, where she encountered the frustrating barrier of his jeans.
He broke their kiss with a harsh groan and inhaled deeply to regain his breath. “Behave yourself,” he said, staring down at her with a mock scowl.
She rolled her eyes, completely unfazed by his attempt to intimidate her. “Why do you get to have all the fun?”
He tipped his head and quirked a brow. “You mean to tell me you’re not having fun?”
A slow smile curved her lips. “I just don’t think the scales are evenly tipped, what with you having the upper hand in all this.” And she intended to tip them more in her favor.
As she talked, she skimmed her flattened palm along his thigh and came to a stop against the enormous erection nearly bursting the front placket of his jeans. He pulsed against her curved fingers, and a tiny thrill coursed through her that she held such power in her hands, and that she wasn’t the only one aroused so intensely. Smiling wickedly, she stroked him in slow, measured strokes. His cock grew thicker, longer, and hard as granite, and all she could think about was taking all that aggressive male heat into her bare palm, tasting him with her tongue, and being filled like she’d never been filled before.
Intoxicated by the decadent thought, she acted on pure impulse. But the moment her fingers fumbled with the closure on his jeans so she could follow through on her personal fantasy, he grasped her wrists and diverted her plans. He kissed her long and hard and deep while pushing her blouse and bra up and over her head. She lifted her arms to help him remove the garments, only to find her hands tangled in the clothing and her arms stretched and anchored firmly above her head by his hold on the twisted material.
She gave an experimental tug, but her hands remained secured and immobile. “I’m beginning to think you favor a certain erotic fixation.”
“You mean making you a slave to my whims?” he guessed, staring at her lush breasts and jutting nipples.
Would he ever take her into his mouth, or would he make her beg for that intimate caress? She was close to doing just that. “Otherwise known as bondage.”
He feathered his fingers along her side and down to the indentation of her waist, making her shiver from head to toe. “Do you like being tied up like this?”
Her body’s eager response wouldn’t let her lie. “Yes, but I’d like to touch you more.”
He shook his head, found her hand in the folds of her blouse, and laced their fingers tightly together. “If you touch me again like you just did, I’m certain that would be the end of my control.”
At least one of them would finally have the luxury of releasing some of the agonizing sexual tension building between them. “And that’s a bad thing?”
His thumb swept over the rapid pulse point in her wrist, which matched the steady, insistent throb between her thighs. “Yeah, it would be, especially when I want to make sure you’re good and well pleased before I let myself go.”