Etching Our Way (Broken Tracks 1)

I don’t kiss him back at first, my head still not caught up with the feelings of my heart. His fingers run through my hair, making me moan and my mouth opens, giving him access to flick his tongue against mine. That’s when I lose the doubt clouding my mind and I pull him impossibly closer.

He pulls away slightly to trail light kisses across my jaw and my head automatically rolls to the side, giving him access to the sensitive skin below my ear.

My breath hitches as he pulls my earlobe between his teeth and gently sucks on it, leaving me wanting more when he pulls away.

“Tris…” I plead, although I have no idea what for.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “So goddamn beautiful. Inside and out.”

I see him smile before his lips are back on mine and his hands are traveling over my body like he’s committing every dip and curve to his memory.

His hands wander under my tank, brushing the soft skin under my breasts as he pins me with his hips to the willow tree. There’s no doubt how much I affect him as I feel his hardness press against my stomach.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers. “And I will.”

I don’t answer him with my words, instead I push my hips up toward his, silently telling him that I want this; that I need this.

He groans, his hands moving down and pulling the soft material of my flowing skirt up, his hand running along the inside of my thigh before his fingers brush against the soft material of my panties.

My head falls back with a soft thud as he grabs them and yanks them from my body, the sound of the material ripping making me pant with need.

“Harm...” his voice rumbles against my neck before he dips down, pulling the strap of my tank off my shoulder and taking the cup of my bra with it.

“Oh, God,” I moan.

“Just me, sunshine,” he says, dipping his head and taking the pink bud of my nipple into his mouth and sucking.

“I—”

I’m cut off as his fingers whisper along my core, running over the sensitive nerve endings.

He continues his assault on my breasts, driving me crazy as his skilled tongue moves in time with his fingers. It’s too much to handle, too many sensations all at once. I want to push him away and pull him closer all at the same time.

One of my hands wanders to his jeans as my other hand cups the back of his head. As soon as I feel the button on his jeans, I pop it open and undo the zip as his fingers move faster, causing me to lose my concentration for a second as a slow burn starts flowing through me.

I dip my hand into his jeans and underneath his boxers, feeling his hardness against my palm, making him groan as he dips his head into the space between my head and my neck.

His breath floating across my skin has me on edge, and I know that at any second—

“I’m so close,” I moan. “Please…”

His fingers move faster, my back straightening as sparks fly and I shout out his name, the loudness echoing around the empty, vast space.

My head leans back against the tree, my mouth forming a perfect O as my orgasm rips its way through me. My body feels like it’s on fire and my skin prickles with so many sensations that I can’t keep track, but it’s not that that has my heart singing. It’s when his head lifts, his eyes connecting with mine; I see it then, I see the truth that I should have seen all along.

His eyes ask for silent permission and I answer him by hooking one leg around his waist. He grips my thigh and lifts the other one, fumbling about with his jeans before he positions himself and pushes inside of me slowly.

I feel every single inch of him as I grit my teeth against the pinching feeling that it causes.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he moans.

I nod my head, not wanting to tell him that it’s been a long while since anyone went there.

He pushes in and out slowly, letting me get used to the size of him before pulling back, locking his eyes with mine and holding the side of my neck.

“I love you,” he says, his voice breaking as he moves inside of me.

I swallow, my eyes misting over as I place my hand on his cheek, the stubble rough against the softness of my palm. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”