Up close her eyes glittered. “I don’t know why I came out here, Hank.”
“I do. You like my kisses.” Before she could deny it, he claimed her mouth. The initial crush of lips beneath his lit a fire he’d let go long untended. With a growl, he sank his tongue between her lips and drew a moan from her. Sweet torment, sweeter woman.
Whatever she was working through, he’d wait for. If it meant he drove two hundred miles every weekend to visit her in some stinking, polluted city, he’d do it. He just didn’t want to let this chance fade. He didn’t have a lot of experience with women, but he knew this was something special.
Pressure built in his chest as he slicked his tongue over hers again and again. Her arms wound around him, and she leaned close, breasts rising and falling. He nibbled her lower lip, then the point of her chin. She squeaked, and the sound pierced him deep.
Need unlike any he’d ever known was a flare of warning he didn’t heed. He continued to kiss a path down her delicious throat to the crest of her breasts. Small, perky, only a handful each. So perfect for him.
She arched against him, and he spattered kisses over the flesh then cupped her breasts. She issued a ragged sigh, which he took as consent.
She dug the blunt points of her nails into his shoulders, pulling a primal groan from him. He released her breasts and yanked her closer to straddle him. Her cotton nightgown rode up, revealing smooth thighs and a shadow between.
Pure heaven.
“Charlotte, gorgeous woman. I can’t get enough of you.” He returned to kissing her as if it were his sole duty in the world. She grew weighted and pliant in his hold, exploring his back with her hands, down to his waist, then up again in slow, maddening increments.
When he slipped a hand over her knee, she didn’t resist. Silken heat met his hand, and he followed it, up between her thighs to her center. The crotch of her panties was damp and distended by her swollen folds.
“Hell, sugar. You’re so hot.” He edged a finger beneath the elastic of her panties and rumbled as he met slippery wetness.
She threw her head back, parting her legs to give him access. As he explored her puffy outer lips then the wet inner folds, he watched her face ripple with pleasure. Spurred on, he ran a finger down her seam. She gave a mewl of delight, and he almost lost it then and there. Biting off his rising need to sink into her, he slowly glided his finger upward to the swollen bundle of nerves that would send her flying.
She cried out, grinding down on his touch. God, he needed to see her stretched out in the moonlight, but he was terrified that if they moved to the floor, her haze of passion would vanish and she’d go inside, leaving him miserable and aching.
He planted a hand on her ass cheek and pulled her into his hand while tweaking her nipple through the cloth of her nightgown. He slicked her juices over her nubbin, swirling around then into a figure eight pattern.
Her breathing grew choppier, her movements jerkier. She was getting close, and goddamn, she was so ripe and beautiful. He didn’t care if he ever got off, as long as he got to witness her release.
He pressed the hood of her clit, locating her hard core.
“Ohhh!” She rocked, taking what she needed with no idea that he would give her the world.
His cock throbbed behind his fly, and his heart beat double time. He wanted to sink into this woman, not just bodily, but in all ways. So odd, since he’d only known her a short spell. But he’d heard of relationship happening this way.
Whatever was going on, he would hold onto it, not let it slip away.
He splayed his fingers and pressed one inside her. Soaking heat clutched at his digit, driving him crazier. “Sugar, you’re killing me. You’re so beautiful, making those sounds.”
Her lips opened wider, her eyes closed in concentration. He sucked on her throat and plucked her nipple while circling her clit and driving one finger into her tight sheath.
“Hank!” The first pulsation travelled up his finger, through his wrist and arm. As she came apart around him, he gathered her closer and stole her cries with his kiss. Wild with need and wilder with the knowledge that he was giving her ecstasy, he delivered a bruising kiss.
Cream flooded his fingers, and he burned to stretch her out on the bedroll, dive between her legs and taste her release.
She went boneless in his hold, and he slowed his touch and kiss. Extreme tenderness welled in him, and words he probably shouldn’t utter landed on his tongue.
When she leaned her forehead against his, panting hard, he lost it—his heart no longer beat to keep on living—it beat for Charlotte.
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Charlotte’s body hummed and pleasure shocks still rolled through her. How had she come to be in this place? One minute she was stranded along a road and the next she was straddling a big cowboy with magical fingers.