But not Arizona. She wasn’t sure how she knew this. He didn’t say anything and she wasn’t sure she believed that she could read his thoughts by how he touched her. Yet the rounded curves fit perfectly into the palm of his hand and she knew that was exactly how he liked it.
His hand moved lower until he reached the hem of her sweatshirt. He tugged on the garment, pulling it up. They broke apart enough to help him free her of the fleece. Her long-sleeved T-shirt followed. Instantly the cool night air nipped at her skin. She shivered, knowing that soon he would be on top of her, touching her everywhere, warming her through to her bones.
He knelt, straddling her legs. With a quick movement, his sweater and shirt joined hers in a pile on his sleeping bag. His green eyes glowed as if lit from within. His breathing was as rapid and ragged as her own.
She gave a nervous laugh. “So what do the forest creatures think about what we’re doing?” she asked.
He grinned. “That humans have a funny way of staying warm at night.”
He stretched out beside her and pulled her close. Her head cradled in the crook of his arm. Their mouths met. With his free hand, he tangled his fingers in her hair, then stroked her bare shoulder. Shivers rippled through her—shivers that had nothing to do with the air temperature and everything to do with anticipation.
She didn’t notice him unfasten her bra, but the undergarment loosened, then fell away. “So beautiful,” he breathed against her mouth as he used his index finger to circle the underside of her breasts.
Her nipples puckered and her breath caught in her throat. She wanted him to touch her there on the tight peaks. She wanted to know if it was going to feel as good as it had in the dream.
He broke away from their kiss and moved down her neck. Her upper body arched toward him in anticipation. He didn’t disappoint her. His mouth closed over her left nipple.
Soft, wet heat encircled her. He teased the taut bud with his tongue, then gently scraped it with his teeth. A moan escaped her, then another. She grabbed his head, her actions a silent plea for him to never ever stop what he was doing.
His fingers mimicked the action of his mouth, then he switched. As the dampness between her legs increased, her hips began to move with a will of their own. She needed him.
“I never thought—” She began, but couldn’t finish the sentence. There wasn’t enough air in her lungs. She’d never thought it could be like this. It was better than the dream. So much better. And yet it was all familiar.
She didn’t want to think about that. If she got caught up in trying to figure out what had really happened the night she’d worn the nightgown, she would miss what Arizona was doing to her now. She didn’t want that. She wanted to live in the moment, because life had never been this perfect.
He licked the valley between her breasts. At the same time, he unfastened her jeans. Large hands tugged at the fabric and slowly pulled it down.
She’d taken off her boots when she’d first sat on the sleeping bag, so her jeans came off easily. He tossed them on the growing pile of clothing. He knelt between her legs and kissed her belly. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized he’d pulled her panties off, too.
But there wasn’t time to worry or protest. Because before she could figure out what was going to happen next, he’d kissed her right on top of the soft auburn curls protecting her femininity. His fingers urged her legs apart, then gently parted her woman’s folds. With an unerring accuracy, he touched his tongue to that single point of pleasure.
Chloe gasped and came up into a nearly sitting position. No one had ever done anything like that to her before. She didn’t know what to make of it, but she was sure she liked it. Even as she braced her weight on her hands, she parted her legs more.
His tongue was magic. He circled her and danced over her. He began a fast rhythm, then slowed until she thought she might scream. Tension filled her. Tension she’d felt before, but not like this. In the past, she’d experienced mild anticipation. Now she knew she was going to die if he didn’t finish what he’d started.
Even as he continued to pleasure her, she couldn’t help watching him. His head bent low as he loved her so intimately. The play of the firelight on his bare back. Broad shoulders, long legs tucked under him. Bare feet. When had he taken off his shoes and socks?
Then she decided she didn’t care. As long as he never stopped what he was doing. As long as— She collapsed onto her back and exhaled his name. Pleasure raced through her, making her tense more, making her want to plead and demand and scream. All her attention focused on the places he touched. Not only on his tongue teasing her so deliciously, but also on the single finger he’d inserted inside of her.