Rampant

The tension in his expression altered. Ah, yes, that got to him. Was he surprised? She swallowed, emotion building inside of her. His eyes seemed to burn into her, desire swamping them both.

She tweaked her nipples through the sheer fabric of her bra, gasping again. Then she moved one hand farther down, cupping her hand over her pussy through her jeans. “Are you aroused?”

The hand he had against the tree shifted. Tension emanated from him, his body taut as a bow. “Yes.”

“Are you hard for me, for this?” Again she squeezed herself, and then she popped the button on her jeans open.

Staring down, he nodded. There was no doubting that she had his full attention now. Ghost or no ghost influencing proceedings, this time she knew for sure that his attention was all hers.

The knowledge burned in her. “Do you think I want a cock in here?” She stroked her hand up and down her zipper, noticing how liberating it felt saying that aloud. It was so blatant and sexual, so demanding.

I’m a woman. I’m powerful in my own right.

“Zoë…?” He had an increasingly desperate look about him.

She stared pointedly at his groin, where she could see that he was long and hard inside his jeans. “Do you think I’d like your cock in here?”

“Yes, I think you would.”

She lowered her zip slowly, revealing the matching sheer black panties she wore.

“I’m going to need to be inside you very soon.” His voice was low, and she saw a warning in his eyes.

Shoving her jeans down, she stepped out of them, kicking them to one side.

He swallowed. “Black underwear and hiking boots, you’re my every wet dream come true.”

“I am?”

“Zoë, you’re bringing me to my knees here.”

She liked the way that sounded, and she smiled in response.

“You really know how to make a man crazy.”

“All I did was talk to you,” she paused, “and take off my clothes for you.”

“For me.” Weaving his fingers in her hair until he had a fistful of it, he pulled her head back with a gentle tug and looked down into her eyes, his free hand claiming her pussy. “Did you mean that, what you said about not being able to leave, because of me?”

“Despite everything else that’s gone on over the last few days, yes. I meant that. That’s how I feel.”

A possessive look shone in his eyes, and the grip of his hand between her legs tightened, practically lifting her onto her toes.

She didn’t want to say more, couldn’t say more. Nothing was going to stop this now, not doubts or wishes or words. Her core had turned to molten liquid and her pussy was slick with her juices. She reached one hand around his neck and drew him down, opening her mouth to take his kiss. When their mouths met, they locked together.

Taking her hungrily, he pulled her bra straps down from her shoulders, unhooking it at the back and freeing her breasts. Turning in his grasp, she forced him to move with her even while he devoured her mouth like a starving man. She wanted to be in the sun, just as Annabel and her lover had been, and she moved out from under the canopy of leaves, pulling him down to the ground as she lay on her back on the rough ground.

Breaking free of her hold, he rested on one knee and hovered over her while he hauled her panties down her legs, murmuring incoherently under his breath as he did so. Then he pushed her thighs apart with a demanding knee, and lowered his head between her legs. “You, my dear, are delicious.”

When his mouth closed over the mound of her pussy and he tugged on it, Zoë forgot how to breathe. His tongue pushed down and rubbed over her clit.

Oxygen sucked back into her lungs when she gasped with delight. The graze of his jaw on her tender folds made her cry out, but when he stroked and suckled her clit, it turned to a sigh. Her eyes closed, her hands trailing back against the rough stubble of wheat, her whole being and consciousness focused on that spot between her legs where he was stroking her with his tongue, up and down, exploring each sensitive, swollen fold.

She splayed her hands, thrusting her fingers into the loose earth on the stubbled ground. When she did, the heat of the earth seemed to rise beneath her and spread through her body, making her tingle all over before settling like a warm coal in her womb, increasing her pleasure tenfold. “Oh, oh, Grayson, I feel it.”

“Open yourself to it, your mind, your heart.” His breath was warm against her pussy. He kissed her softly, before he pushed his tongue inside her.

The earth itself seemed to rise through her, pushing her aloft. Her eyes closed, and when she opened them a haze of heat seemed to cling around them, so humid and bright she was bathed in it, her limbs languorous, and her entire body supine but for her sex. That part of her throbbed and swelled like a burning beacon. Grayson continued to devour her, sucking and stroking until she coiled beneath him and spasmed, liquid heat spilling between her buttocks.