I stared at him, at a loss for words. We had been at the party for less than twenty minutes. We had made love the night before. And that morning.
“You’re serious?”
“That I want to ravage your hot body in the woods? Dead serious,” he said.
The look on his handsome face was serious. And the heat in his eyes was doing things to me. Maybe a quickie was a good idea after all…
Finally I laughed.
“Okay, Hunter. Take me into the woods.”
He lit up like a kid. But he wasn’t a kid. He was a man.
He was my man.
“Come on, let’s go,” he said, dragging me around the house to a path in the woods. He was much taller than me. His legs were longer. I practically had to run to keep up.
Chapter Nineteen
Hunter
“Hunter!”
“What babe?” I said, barely looking over my shoulder.
“My arm,” she said. “You’re about to pull it out of the socket.
I stopped immediately, turning to look at her.
“I’m sorry,” I said contritely. I would never hurt my woman. I was just… excited to be alone with her.
I didn’t like it when she went places without me. I didn’t like it when we were both at work, or school, and I couldn’t keep an eye on her.
And I really didn’t like it when I couldn’t get my hands on her and make love to her at a moment’s notice.
She was rubbing her shoulder. I winced, reaching for her.
“You okay, babe?”
“It’s fine, you ox.”
“Ox?”
“Never mind, big guy. You just don’t know your own strength.”
“I’ll work on that,” I said, pulling her in for a kiss.
“Here?”
“What’s wrong with here?” I asked, giving the clearing off the path a cursory glance.
“We’re barely twenty feet from the house,” Claire said, looking outraged.
“Okay,” I said, making her squeal as I hoisted her over my shoulder. I practically ran down the path until we were much further from Cass and Connor’s house. The sounds of the barbecue were barely audible.
I set her down on her feet near a large rock that was warm from the sun. It was about waist height on me. Perfect for what I had in mind.
“Up you go.”
“You are treating me like a child,” she said, perched on the rock. “Or a rag doll.”
I smiled at her placidly. She was so cute when she was cranky. And she wasn’t really mad at me.
That would be a different matter altogether.
“Do you mind?” I asked, sliding my hands up her knees so that her skirt started to lift. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. I noticed her breathing was already faster. Her heart was probably beating faster, too. I had that effect on my woman. “I didn’t think so,” I said with a chuckle.
My fingers skimmed up and over her silky, warm thighs to trace the edge of her panties teasingly. Then I pulled them to the side and lowered my lips to her plump little lips.
“Ohhhh,” she sighed. I guess she wasn’t expecting this. She had thought I just wanted to wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. While a quickie might be just what the doctor ordered from time to time, the best part for me was making her feel good.
When my woman felt good, I felt good. When my woman made the breathy little sounds she was making now, it made me feel even more like a man. When she let me take care of her, it made me want to be the best damned man I could be, just to see the approval in her eyes.
Her hands tangled in my long hair, making my hat fall to the ground. I didn’t give a damn if it landed in raccoon scat. I was busy, damnit.
Busy making my woman come with my lips and tongue. She was close, I could tell. Her thighs started to close. I pushed them open.
I needed room to work.
I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked, hard. She squealed as my tongue flicked against her, fast and hard. I knew she liked it when I started out slow and gentle, teasing her as long as possible. But she also liked it when I finished strong.
Judging from the sounds she was making as she rode my face, I was doing a damned good job of it.
She collapsed back onto the rock as the tremors started to pass. Her pussy was sopping wet. Now it was my turn to get a little mid-day slice of heaven…
I stood and unzipped my jeans, pulling my engaged shaft out. I stared down at her, looking like a sun drenched Goddess with her dress up around her waist, golden thighs spread and pretty pink pussy just waiting for me.
“You ready for me, babe?”
“Hmmm hmmm…”
The invitation in her softly out of focus eyes was clear. I was no dummy. I didn’t need to be asked twice.
I rubbed my tip over her slippery folds and then notched it just inside her, both of us groaning at the contact. I pushed forward, slowly, savoring the feeling of her body welcoming me, pulling me in.