Gin Fling (Bootleg Springs, #5)(58)

“What?” He pulled me back. Tasted me deeper. His hand fisted in my hair. And when I moaned, I felt the hard length of his shaft twitch against me.

“Are you sure you want to?” I breathed. “I don’t want you to feel pressured or to have any regrets afterward.”

He eased back an inch, far enough for me to see the amused curve on the lips I’d just voraciously kissed.

“I’m sure, Shelby. I want you.”

Hallelujah!

“That’s convenient because I really, really want you,” I confessed.

He kissed me again, this time his hands skimming the outer curves of my breasts. My flesh, beneath layers of shirt and sports bra and rain and sweat, paid attention. I craved more.

“You know what’s not convenient?” I whispered, shifting against him just to feel his hard-on line up with my body.

“What’s that?”

“Wet spandex.”





31





Jonah





We stripped as best we could out of wet spandex and rain-soaked clothes. We tossed them over shoulders and stood facing each other. It felt hedonistic to stand naked in the forest, to skim Shelby’s beautiful body with my gaze.

She looked like she belonged here, her hair long and curling in the damp, the mist that settled over the forest floor. A nymph. Tiny frame, lush curves. Her waist and hips begged for my hands. And her breasts, creamy pale perfection. Lush again, heavier than I expected, forming ideal tear-drops with rosebud nipples.

It speared through me, and I remembered what this felt like now. To want.

But it felt sharper, keener somehow.

Maybe it was the scene. Or maybe it was the woman.

She looked her fill, wetting her lips. I felt her eyes roam my body. And I wondered which of us would be the first to cross the invisible line between us etched in the pine needles under our feet.

Me.

I wasn’t conscious of moving until I stood before her, until I took her mouth. Only our lips touching. The rest of our bodies a breath apart. Thunder rolled long and low, vibrating between us and through us.

Then she was drawing me closer, her breasts pressing against the muscle of my chest, fingers digging into my shoulders. Now I was free to touch her.

I slid my palms down her neck, over her shoulders and down her arms. Thumbs skimming the delectable curves of her breasts.

My cock, aching and hard, was pinned against the smooth skin of her belly. I wanted so many things in the moment. Too much.

I wanted to feed on her breasts, making her nipples budded against my tongue. To feel her lips wrap around the crown of my hard dick. To slide two fingers deep inside her. To watch her come. To hear my name whispered when she came. To paint her with my own climax.

Fuck.

“Shelby,” I said, pulling away from her eager mouth.

“Huh? Yeah? Wha?” she breathed. Easing back, her tight nipples dragged lightly through my chest hair. She gasped.

“I don’t have a condom.”

Her eyes were wide, dazed. “Me neither.”

“We can’t—” A lifetime of safe sex lectures from my mother echoed in my head.

“I’m on birth control. You haven’t had sex in over a year, and I just had a boatload of blood tests a few weeks ago,” she said.

I was afraid to say anything. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” I began.

“Jonah,” she said my name in exasperation. “I want to have sex with you. Right here. Right now. It’s a green light.”

“If you’re sure,” I said.

She responded by grasping my hand and placing it on her breast. I felt her nipple bud against my palm, and every rational, cautious thought dissipated from my head. Cupping both breasts, I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples and reveled in the sigh that broke free from her.

The rain was light and cool on our skin, but my blood was hot and roiling beneath the surface.

She used my distraction with her breasts to do her own exploring. She closed a clever hand around the base of my shaft and stroked up. Electric need pulsed through me as she pumped me from root to tip.

I pinched her nipples gently, and she bit my pec. Then she was sliding down my body.

I watched her sink to her knees in front of me, her mouth inches from where my cock hung heavily. My nostrils flared as I forced air into my lungs, and then she was closing those perfect pink lips around the head of my dick.

I’d forgotten this. How slick and sweet a woman’s mouth was. Shelby’s mouth. Because, again, this was different. Special.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she, seemingly enthralled with my taste, licked and sucked her way up and down my cock. This was heaven on Earth, I thought, fisting my hand in her hair and fighting the urge to thrust into that sweet mouth.

I held back, knowing if I gave in to urge to fuck her mouth, her throat, I’d lose myself there. It had been too long. My endurance wasn’t what it once was. And Shelby was very, very good at what she was doing to me.

She groaned her disappointment when I pulled her mouth off me. But I silenced it when I took her down to the ground. A bed of leaves and pine needles and discarded clothing. Eagerly, I closed my mouth over a breast sucking, sampling, savoring.

Her knees fell open welcoming me. And with one hand, I trailed a path up the inside of her thigh. She shivered against me, encouraging me with those sexy little moans. How had I thought I wasn’t ready for this? I could have missed this. And this, I thought, sliding the tips of my fingers through her wet cleft. Every inch of our bodies was wet from the rain. But here where I probed, it was different. Thicker, hotter, and oh so tempting.