Move the Sun (Signal Bend #1)(47)
He slid his hand into the back of her shorts and squeezed her ass.
“Sounds like a plan.” She started up the deck steps, his hand still in her shorts, but he grabbed the spandex and pulled her back.
“Uh-uh. Out here. Let’s put that little mat thing you got there to some good use.”
She turned back to see that mischievous gleam in his green eyes. The benefit of living out in the country: everywhere was private. She backed down the steps, and he pulled the mat out from under her arm. Taking her hand, he walked down the length of the house back to a large elm tree. In the few weeks she’d lived here, Lilli had not been back this far. The property she’d rented was on almost ten acres, but she didn’t think in terms of acres. She’d been raised in a subdivision, in a smallish city. She’d gone to college in a big city. She’d spent years in the desert. She understood blocks, and she understood miles. Kilometers, too. But acres meant little to her. She’d done a lot of hiking while she worked, but had never explored this little corner that was ostensibly hers.
It was lovely. The land sloped down a little beyond the elm tree, and Lilli could see random sparkles that were the sodium arc lamps around other houses. Along the horizon, she thought she could see the black ribbon of the interstate, white and red lights moving over its length in pairs. It was twilight.
“Wow. It’s beautiful back here.”
“What—you’ve never seen this? Lilli, you live here!”
But she didn’t, not really. She didn’t live anywhere. She shrugged. “Busy, I guess. Never looked around back this way.”
Shaking his head, he stooped and rolled her yoga mat out under the tree. He came back to her and slid his fingers under the skin-tight hem of her top, which just grazed the bottom of her rib cage. She raised her arms and let him pull it off. As he did, he said, “We should walk the property. It’s not much, but it’s got some of the prettiest views around here. You should know what you have.”
Lilli didn’t saying anything. When he’d freed her from her top, he snaked his arms around her and pulled her close, his mouth coming down hard on hers, his tongue in her mouth right away. She adored the feeling of being bare against his rough clothing, all leather, denim, and metal. He hooked his fingers over her shoulders, and she felt his leather cuffs pressing into the skin of her back. He pulled her backward and kissed along her jaw, down her throat, and over her collarbone, a low rumble in his chest. He beard was rough and soft all at once, and she arched farther back, trusting him to hold her, wanting to feel the silk and scratch of his mouth on her breast.
He obliged, growling more loudly now, sucking her deeply and rhythmically into his mouth. She gasped, “God!” and laced her fingers into his hair. He’d been wearing it differently lately, catching half of it back in a ponytail and leaving the rest to lie on his back. She loved it. He looked wild and unbelievably sexy with that dark mane over his shoulders.
He brought her back to stand straight and pushed his hands down her sides, into her shorts at her hips, sliding the slight piece of spandex with him as he continued down her legs, kneeling as he went. She put her hands on his head as he helped her step out of the snug shorts, losing her flimsy sandals.
He slid a hand between her legs and teased at her folds. His fingers were instantly slick with her, and he groaned. “Fuck, I’ll never get over how beautiful you are,” he murmured, kissing her belly, before he stood and swept her off her feet. He laid her on the mat and started taking his own clothes off. He laid his kutte down under the tree and tossed his t-shirt on it. He started to toe his boots off, but Lilli sat up and stopped him.
“Don’t. Leave your boots and jeans.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Yeah?”
“I like the way your clothes feel on my skin. Hot and rough.” She really, really did. She could feel the wet trickling along her folds as she anticipated it.
He gave her an absolutely lecherous grin and grabbed a condom from his wallet. Standing just outside the canopy of the big elm, he opened his jeans, pulled his steel rod of a cock out, and rolled it on. When he joined her on the mat, he lifted her onto his lap and onto his cock without hesitation. Lilli gasped as he filled her so quickly. Oh, God, it was good. He always felt so damn good. Like he was die-cut just for her.
She wrapped her arms and legs as tightly around him as she could, wanting the press of his chest against hers, the short, softly coarse curls rasping over her nipples.
She rocked on him, driving him deeper, and he wrapped his hands around her ass with a wrenching groan. His face in the crook of her shoulder, his lips against her neck, he rumbled, “Ah, Christ. Do you know how f*cking good you feel on me? So damn tight and soft, holding me in. I love the way you smell, the way you taste. I love the sounds you make. Fuck, baby, I love you.”
She froze. A beat later, he lifted his head and met her eyes. He shifted and held her closer, got deeper, making her gasp despite her turmoil. “That wasn’t sex talk, Lilli. I’m tellin’ you I love you. Don’t make a fuss. Just sayin’ what I feel.”
She loved him, too. She was lightheaded with it. But everything was complicated. “Isaac . . .”
He shook his head. “Only thing I want to hear out of you right now is screaming, cuz I’m gonna make you come so hard your eyes cross.” He rolled up onto his knees and put her on the mat, kissing her deeply.