He laced their hands and lifted hers to press a kiss there.
“You know this isn’t necessary, right?” Her voice was low in her throat, almost husky as their eyes met. “You don’t have to seduce me or convince me to say yes. I’m yours for the taking.”
He groaned. “I’m going to take you.”
“Then get on with it.”
He laughed at the full pout of her lips, but he’d be lying if he didn’t admit, at least to himself, that her urgency thrilled him.
“What’s your rush?” He slipped his hand beneath her T-shirt hem and lifted upward. With her help, he pulled the shirt over her head, revealing her peach-colored bra and creamy skin beneath.
He sucked in a breath at what he’d uncovered, then resumed his exploration by rubbing his hands over her bare shoulders, down her sides.
Rather than answer his question with words, Chrissie reached behind her, undid her bra, then slipped free of the material.
“There,” she said, guiding his hand to cover her breast. “That’s better.”
She was right. That was better.
But not good enough.
He lowered and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on the pebbled flesh. He’d already been hard. He’d been hard from the moment he’d touched her cheek, had been fighting an erection the entire ride over to his favorite spot along Horse Shoe Creek. Now, he was painfully so, but refused to rush this.
It had been four years since he’d kissed her, touched her, been inside her.
Four years too long.
He didn’t want it to be over before he got started. Once inside her, he didn’t think he was going to last long.
At least, not nearly long enough.
All night wouldn’t be nearly long enough.
He planned to give her as much pleasure as he could before giving in to the hedonistic need within him that just wanted to thrust deep inside her and possess her with all his might, to claim her body with his in the most elemental way.
Just the thought had him groaning against her full breast. He really liked the added roundness to her bosom, her hips, the new hourglass curves of her body.
Her fingers were in his hair now, threading through the locks and pulling him closer. She moaned and her arms slightly buckled beneath her as she arched toward him.
“Lie back,” he ordered, gently pushing her against the blanket. There was a thick bed of grass and moss beneath them to serve as a cushion, but he wouldn’t put his weight on her, not until he was ready to take her, just in case. He wanted her comfortable so nothing would distract from what he was doing.
“I’m going to take off your shorts, Chrissie.”
Eyes closed, she nodded, but as his fingers slid beneath her waistband she slightly sat up and stopped him by grasping his head and pulling his mouth to hers.
She kissed him.
Not a gentle kiss, but a kiss full of hot need.
A kiss that demanded his very being.
A kiss that gave her complete control of him.
“Chrissie,” he breathed the second their lips parted.
He helped her when she pulled off his shirt. He helped her when she undid his shorts and freed him to her greedy touch.
He almost lost it.