Kneeling over her, he skimmed a hand over her jeans and up past her bare stomach. His fingers paused on her sternum, where he could feel her heart beating madly beneath his hand. Dane leaned down, putting his lips onto her chest. He opened his mouth, his tongue caressing her skin. His fingers went to the cups of her silk bra, the nipples straining under his touch.
She surprised him then, gripping his head in her hands, turning his chin slightly and resting his ear on her chest. With both arms, she held him there, smoothing his hair away from his forehead, cradling him. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of her body circulating her blood, the muscle beating away beneath the surface. He was pinned to it-her heart-the one part of a girl he had always vowed never to touch.
Weirdly, he felt an unfamiliar prickle behind his eyes.
Beneath him, Willow took a deep, steadying breath. Maybe she felt it, too. There was something happening here that was startling in its intensity. She held him there for a moment, her fingers curled into his hair, and then finally released his head. He reared up, only to bring his face down again between her breasts. He pushed her bra aside with his chin, his tongue landing on her nipple.
She whimpered, and the sound went straight to his cock. The darkness denied him the ability to see her. Yet each tiny sound she made, each little breathy exhalation told him everything he needed to know. He fumbled under her back, releasing her bra. He drew it away, then cupped both of her breasts in his hands. As he flicked his tongue across her nipples, she began to shiver, her hips shifting with obvious desire.
Dane nosed down toward her belly button, his fingers making quick work of the fly on her pants. He worked her jeans down over her hips. Then he kissed a line over the strap of her bikini underwear. When he skimmed his lips over the triangle of silk that covered her, Willow moaned. He left one teasing hand there, rising up to lean over her mouth with a kiss. His wet lips skimmed hers, his tongue seeking her out. "Willow," he rasped. "I have a condom in my jacket. Should I get it out?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes."
He pulled both of them into a sitting position, then he reached into the front seat.
Whoever first called it "getting lucky" was a smart man. As Dane fumbled into his jacket pocket, he had never felt so lucky.
When he ripped the packet open, and she tried to take it from him. "I've got it," he said. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. He wasn't a careful man on the ski hill, but he was careful about this. Every time. After he rolled the condom on, he reached for Willow, pulling her across his lap. "You still have too many clothes on," he said.
She didn't argue the point.
He slid his thumb inside her panties, then pushed them down. When they fell away, he slipped his fingers down her belly, into the sweet petals of her sex. Christ, she was wet and perfect. He felt her breath hitch as his fingers began to circle and tease. He'd planned to spend the night alone, the way he spent all of them. Instead, there was a beautiful girl writhing in his arms, her hair falling against his bare chest.
Even in his ugly life, there were moments of perfection.
"Tell me what you like," he whispered, his fingertips slicking her opening. And her answer made his cock throb.
"I just want you inside me."
She sat up a little then, turning to straddle him, her knees on the floor. When she grasped the base of his cock, he held his breath. And then it was happening. Inch by slow inch, the tight heat of her body enveloped him. "God, you feel good," he panted. "Take me deep."
Willow had to widen her legs to take him all the way in, and when her bottom came to rest against his thighs, he couldn't help but groan. They were nose to nose, and she held her body still for several long beats of his heart. The anticipation was killing him. He longed to flip her onto her back and drill into her. Somehow, he found enough patience to merely nip her lower lip with his teeth instead.
"Is this what you want?" she whispered. Slowly, she pressed upward, her hips grazing his abs. When she sank onto him again, at the same dragging pace, an impatient gasp escaped his own lips. He curved his hands around her hips, and then he lifted her, using his quads for leverage. He steered her up again, along his shaft, fucking her even though she was straddling him.
After several strokes, she was panting, too.
"Wrap your legs around me," he said.
Willow did, and was eased onto her back.
He braced his two feet against different panels of the Jeep, and thrust. "Oh," she moaned beneath him. He slicked his tongue over her lips, and she moaned again. Her hips rolled beneath him with wordless encouragement. He found a rhythm, his cock and his tongue working together.
"Don't ever … stop," she gasped.
He smiled against her lips. Everything about her was sweet-the way she moaned into his mouth, the tickle of her hair against his face. He closed his eyes and sank into the feel of her, slick and tight around him. Her breathing became shallow, little whimpers escaping her lips when he thrust.
The sound of her pleasure curled into an empty place in his chest he'd never known was there. She was perfect-soft everywhere he was hard. He was so turned on that he wouldn't last much longer. And because he was all too aware of the cruel way that life's best moments ended too quickly, he missed her already.
"So good," she whispered, her breath coming in erotic gasps.
"Give it to me," he whispered. "Come, you sweet thing." He ground his hips against hers.
Her moan started low, from her belly. And then her breasts heaved, and she cried out. The sound sent a charge right through him. He wanted to remember that sound-to store it in his heart, saving it for the solitary hours he was sure to face later. He let go then, chasing down his own climax as she gasped beneath him. He pumped into her again and again before finally stilling himself inside her.
She lay panting in his arms, one hand over her eyes. He pushed it away, and kissed her on the eyebrow.
"God," she gasped. "Wow."
"Wow," he agreed. He kissed her again, his lips still seeking a connection though his body was spent. He pulled out reluctantly, tying off the condom. It went into a cup holder. There would be something to remember to throw out tomorrow, and certainly before he had a passenger in his car. Christ.
Then he folded himself into the space next to Willow, gathering her up in his arms. He wasn't done touching her yet. He wanted more of the feel of her skin under his hands, the curve of her breast in his palm, the fresh smell of her hair. "You're quiet," he said.
"Mmm," she said, curling tighter to him. "Is that so wrong?"
"No." Fool. What did he want, anyway? An award? But there was something about this girl that was different. For some reason, he cared what she thought.
Willow reached behind herself and curled the edge of the sleeping bag over her back.
"Cold?" he asked.
She ran a finger down his nose. "I wasn't before. But I am now."
"Well … " he thought about it. "There's really only one way this works." He sat up, feeling around the edges of the sleeping bag. When he found the zipper's beginning, he hooked it together, and began to zip. "Roll this way, sweet thing," he said, tapping her on the knee. A minute later, he'd zipped her up.
She put a hand on his bare knee. "What about you?"
"I'll get dressed."
She sat up. "No, come here." She unzipped the bag halfway. "You first."
"We won't fit."
"I know a way." She moved aside, gathering some things from the front seat.
He slid into the bag, lying on his side.
"Put your head on this," she said, handing over his jacket. After a bit of rustling and flapping about, he felt her feet slide into the bag with his. She'd put her sweater on, and so her bare bottom tucked up against him, but her top was outside the bag, covered by her clothes.
He cupped her hip in his hand and pulled her close. She settled her head onto her own jacket and tucked herself further into the bag, curving her upper body out of the half-unzipped side to make room for his shoulders. He put an arm around her waist and curled even more tightly around her. "I like your way," he whispered.
"My way rocks," she said. Then she cleared her throat. "If I ask you a question, will you promise not to laugh?"