Heartburn (Love By Design 3)

“I can do better than that, Amelia.” My full name on his lips made me shudder in my center. He was serious and it was unbelievably hot the tone of voice he used. “First, I have some questions.” His teeth nipped at my neck finally giving me the bit of his sharp straight teeth. He tugged my fisted hair to direct my head where he wanted it to go. I waited for him to ask if I’d been a bad girl because I was dying inside to moan yes.

Groaning, I hoped he wasn’t going to pull any weird sex business. I was all right for some kinky stuff, and his domineering way was fine, but I’d just met him and my butt was off limits. The flavored lube was in my backpack with my supposed friends and as liberated as I’d like to think I was, well, I wasn’t an expert. I tried wiggling away and he pinched my ass, subduing me with a slight panic.

“Don’t worry, I don’t know you well enough for that kind of kinky shit.” As if he read my mind, he chuckled kissing my neck. He gave the sensitive skin a long lick as he palmed my breast with just the right amount of roughness to keep it hot.

“Shit, I said that out loud?” Me and my damn mouth.

“You sure did.” Laughing, he pinched my nipple, this time slipping a hand inside my bra to pull it down. “God, I love a handful,” he muttered against me and I pushed back to let him know I’d be okay with more than just touching.

“Questions. You s-said you had q-questions.” Panting breaths replaced speech as he kept working me over.

“Boyfriend?”

“No. You?” Mind racing, I prayed he say no.

“Ha, I’m into girls, if you couldn’t tell. No sex in a while.” He said and I snorted as if I believed that one. He squeezed me hard, and I yelped. “I’m not seeing anyone, present company excluded.”

“Thanks for clarifying.” He turned my head the other way to kiss down over my shoulder inch by inch giving it equal attention.

His voice took on a sexy growl. “No problem. I aim to please.”

“A Boy Scout and now a gentleman?” I quipped.

He snorted this time. “I never said I was. Now are you sure you want to do this? I thought we were having a nice philosophical discussion on relationships before this. I mean is that all you want it to be? One night only?” his voice trailed off with the question. He kept his lips connected to me, kissing my skin. Warmth bloomed at each touch of his full lips and sharp jaw grazing against me like a feast.

“If by this you mean sex, then yes, please, unless you want a dick punch for getting me hot and bothered like this.” He was driving me insane and if I didn’t get off I might have to run out into the frigid mountain rain to cool my shit.

“Mouthy.” He snapped.

“I can put that to good use later.” That was a bit of an empty promise. I didn’t know how my skills ranked compared to what he might be used to but I’d say anything to keep his man-paws all over me.

“Noted.”

He palmed me again and I knew I was drenched down below, waiting for him to continue. “So where were we on the questions?” I asked, trying to control my ragged breathing.

“Sex.”

“Check.” I was all ready to go if he would hurry up his inquisition.

“Protection?”

Groaning, I was pissed I left the campsite in such a hurry. “My backpack was full of condoms…it’s back at the campsite.”

He paused a moment as if he was thinking. My mind spun. I was sure a backpack of condoms sounded pretty shameless and easy. He probably thought I was some slut chasing after guys. Brain please shut up. “So that limits playtime significantly.” Fingers played with me, spider-crawling down my stomach until he reached the vee between my legs. He tugged on my well-groomed garden and I wanted to cry with frustration. It was so un-fucking-fair.

“I’m on the pill and very responsible.” My response came quickly between pants. He barked a laugh as his hand slipped further between my legs. One tug had my panties to the side, rolling his finger over my slick lips and clit.

“Not to be an ass, but you did wander off willy-nilly necessitating my rescue.” His finger flicked my bean sharp and then applied the kind of pressure that made my hips buck demanding more.

I tried not to whine when he pulled his hand away, but it was hard, really hard. “Noted, however, I’ve been nothing, but the most pleasant and compliant companion.” He guffawed and I elbowed him hard enough he grunted. “Why, I even discarded my clothing as per your orders.” I whimpered desperate and too quick to agree. I bet he thought for sure I was some eager college slut.

“Dually noted.” Nodding, he stroked his hands up and down my body, my skin super sensitive, craving more.

I embarrassed myself offering my body up like this, but his touch felt better than anything I’d felt before. Whispering in the dark, I told Whit, “If it helps, I haven’t had sex in eighteen months and I’m clean.” This time it was Whit who groaned, grinding his erect cock between my ass cheeks. I guessed my dry spell turned him on. Guys were such cavemen.

“I ended a relationship about four months ago and I’ve been tested since then at my annual physical for work. I’m clean. I’d show you because I have the results emailed to me from my doctor, but my cell is kind of dead. No Wi-Fi.” For some reason I believed Whit, though I didn’t know how I’d deduced this, but I knew it. I excelled at throwing caution to the wind, at least tonight.

I couldn’t help myself and went on rambling. “Excellent…a good bill of health means you won’t have a heart attack in the middle of what we’re about to do.” I chuffed.