Ride with Me

He smiled and yanked his shirt over his head, then replaced her hands at his waistband to unzip his shorts. As he pulled them off, she ran her hands over his broad back, tracing the gully of his spine, skimming down toward his narrow waist and back over the ridges of his stomach. The light suspended from the ceiling of the tent made his body a study in chiaroscuro shapes, and she would have liked to spend hours looking at him, days getting acquainted with every inch of him—except she was too greedy now to spare the time.

When he was fully undressed, his arms came back around her, and he kissed her again, hot and hungry as his hands found her butt and urged her closer.

“Tell me you have a condom,” she said against his lips.

“I have a condom.”

“Hallelujah.”

He laughed, and then she was on her back with his stiff cock pressing into the soft skin of her stomach, his big hand cupping her head as he swept his tongue into her mouth and thrust against her with a groan that raised her blood temperature to just shy of boiling.

Tom shoved her panties down and off with one hand, testing her readiness with a deft two-fingered stroke that made her gasp. He found her slippery and swollen, proof of an arousal that had been building since the moment he pulled her against his chest at the campfire. His hand lingered between her legs, expertly stroking and teasing her until she was begging with her mouth, begging with her hips to be taken. Then he rolled the condom on, spread her thighs, and moved inside her. And she lost the

ability to breathe.

She’d known there would be no romance with Tom, and that was fine. That was how she wanted it. But she’d had no idea it would be like this, that the relentless press of his body into hers would actually drive out every other sensation until he was filling her and there was nothing left but him.

He was everything she wanted.

For a long moment he just held her there, his tattooed biceps rigid with the strain of bearing his own weight, his breath on her neck, his heat pulsing deep inside her, his heart beating so hard she could feel it pounding against her own.

She tipped her hips up, inviting him in deeper, and he groaned helplessly. “God, Lex. Tell me this is really okay.”

“It’s better than okay.”

“You’re mine.” He said it like an oath, both a curse and a promise.

She liked the sound of that.

And then he pulled out and drove back in, slowly at first, but slowly didn’t last long. Inside of a minute, he had her so close to a climax she could practically taste it. “More,” she demanded, wrapping her legs around him. “That feels so good.”

Her plea seemed to strip what little self-control he had left, and he sped up, driving into her fast and hard until she didn’t know what she was saying, and she flew apart. The orgasm was sweet and almost painful, as fierce as anything she’d ever experienced. His welcome assault on her body drew out the pleasure until she could hardly bear it, and when she thought it would finally end, she came again with a cry of surprise.

Tom followed her then, collapsed on top of her, and she lay there trembling, exhausted, filled with a fragile happiness she was afraid to examine too closely.

It was a long time before either of them moved.

Eventually, he came to his senses and rolled off her. When she sucked in a quick breath and winced, he panicked.

“Christ, did I hurt you?”

He must have. He hadn’t really been in control of himself, not after what had happened, and he’d wanted her so badly he hadn’t been able to slow down. He’d held nothing back.

Remorse overwhelmed him, and he closed his eyes, fighting for purchase against the sinking sensation he’d already managed to screw this up.

Warm fingers stroked his forehead. “Relax. I’m fine. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She kissed his arm. “Not a single thing.”

The tight feeling in his chest started to ease, and he took a few deep breaths. Lexie wiggled up onto him, pressing the soft weight of her breasts against his chest. “Look at me.” He did, and he found her eyes a few inches from his, warm and totally content. “I’d do it again, a hundred times, with no regrets,” she said. “Okay?”

She smiled tentatively down at him, and it felt so damn good, he let himself smile back. “Okay.” Reaching up, he brushed her hair away from her cheek, needing the excuse to touch her. “A hundred times, huh?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.

Her eyes widened. “Well, maybe not tonight. You’re not a small man, and that wasn’t exactly slow and easy, let’s-get-acquainted sex. That was more of a wham, bam, thank-you-ma’am kind of thing.” The smile was wider this time.

Chuckling, he tugged her closer and kissed her gently, savoring the taste of her, cupping her ass with one hand and enjoying the soft feel of her skin against his palm. “I didn’t hear you complaining. If I recall, what you were saying was ‘Don’t stop, Tom,’ ‘Please, Tom,’ ‘Oh my God, Tom’—”

She shoved at his chest in mock indignation. “If you ever hope to do it again, don’t rub it in.”

“Oh, we’re doing it again. I have something to prove now.”