“Feel good?”
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, stunned by the concise, imperative pleasure. “Yes.”
“What a sweet little pussy,” he growled, his face tight with frustration. “Damn this situation. I want inside this,” he grated out thickly, plunging his finger into her slit for emphasis. He pushed his finger in and out of her as he made tiny vibrations on her clit with the round stone. He watched her face closely, perhaps taking cues from her expression. When she gasped and her head jerked forward, he increased the pressure.
“There. Are you going to come for me?” he asked after a tense moment.
She had no choice. Her fingers sank into the dense muscle of his shoulders. He pinched at her nipple as his hand continued the small, but tense and fast movements between her thighs. “Answer me,” he demanded, the stone’s pressure and speed on her clit optimal.
“Yes. Oh—God yes.” She shuddered as the first wave of climax struck her. Pleasure pounded through her. She cried and his lips were on hers, as if to capture her bliss.
“Shhh,” he soothed when he lifted his mouth a moment later and she shook. He gave her nipple one last taut caress and transferred his hand to her shoulder. Leaning closer, he spread his hand at her back and kissed her lips greedily while she whimpered. He kept stimulating her, nursing her through her climax, his big hand absorbing her shudders. After a mindless moment, she gasped and tilted her head forward, her forehead bumping against his.
For a moment, their breaths mingled as she panted, and his hand began to slow between her thighs.
Finally, he lifted his hand from her sex, dragging his palm over her heaving belly, his fingertips leaving a trail of wetness on her skin. He stroked her sensitive sides with both hands, his touch soothing and exciting her at once. He cupped both of her breasts and his head lowered.
She stared out of the front windshield onto a star-filled desert sky, while Seth held up her breasts and buried his face between the flesh. He turned his head, his whiskers pleasantly chafing her sensitive skin. He kissed and stroked and sucked her nipples with a breathtaking sweetness. Her lungs grew tight as she reached up and delved her fingers into his smooth, thick hair, the moment sweet and taut and almost painfully arousing, despite the fact that she’d just come.
/> “We should find a hotel,” she murmured, her voice thick with satiation and reawakening need.
He kissed a damp nipple and laved it with a warm tongue. “Are you tired?” she heard him ask before he surrounded the crest with his lips and applied a suction that made her clamp her legs closed to alleviate the pressure growing there.
“Tired?” she asked incredulously. “Are you kidding?”
He lifted his head slowly. His face was shadowed but she saw the glint of his eyes. “Because if you’re not tired, I’d rather push through.”
“You would?”
“Now that this has happened once,” she sensed him glance down at her bared torso, “do you want it to happen again?”
His deep voice echoed in her ears.
“You mean . . . just while we’re on this escape mission?” she asked wryly. But Seth’s serious expression didn’t flinch. He nodded.
“Yes. I mean . . . I think so,” she said honestly. She wanted to do things like skydive someday, too, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be nervous as all hell and having second thoughts standing on the edge of that plane, considering a free fall to earth. “Do you?”
The two simple words sounded very vulnerable to her, hanging in the air between them, exposed. His head tilted downward. Her naked skin prickled with awareness at his stare.
“I can’t imagine not touching you, now that I have. I’d rather get to a place that I know you’re safe, though, before . . . indulging.”
A spike of excitement went through her at his words.
“You can think about it? While we’re on the road?” he asked with a pointed glance when she didn’t answer immediately. She swallowed thickly and nodded. He was asking her if she wanted to indulge in phenomenal, no-strings-attached sex while they were on the lam together for the next few weeks. She thought she knew her answer, but maybe he was right. She shouldn’t decide when her flesh still sang from his touch and the scent of Seth and sex filled her nose.
“Okay. I’ll think about it,” she said, brushing back his hair with one hand. “But you shouldn’t worry so much. I’ll be safe, no matter what, as long as you’re there.”
He caught her brushing hand with his. “Do you really believe that?”
She started in surprise at his intensity. She weighed the question. “Yes,” she said with conviction. “I’ll drive. You should rest, and I’m wide awake.” She bit her lip when he didn’t speak, one hand still shaping and caressing her breasts gently. “Are you starting to regret it already, Seth?” she asked shakily.
He smoothed one hand on the skin above her left breast. She wondered if he felt her heart bumping. “I don’t think it’s possible to regret what just happened,” he said gruffly.
“No?” she queried softly. “Not like what happened two years ago?”
He exhaled heavily and dropped his warm hand from her breast. His fingertips traced her eyebrow. “A big part of me didn’t regret that, Bright Eyes. You’re too smart not to realize that.”
A pressure swelled in her chest. Bright Eyes. He hadn’t called her that since that night two years ago.