When her breasts heaved, they brushed his chest. He sucked her bottom lip and rattled a hungry sound from deep within his throat, drawing a gasp from her. The Denny she’d known had been reserved and careful when they were together like this. Denny now was half-feral and fully sexy.
She rolled her hips against his thick erection that pressed against his pants. He groaned and gripped her hair, angling her neck. He flicked his tongue against the tripping pulse at the base of her throat as she rocked against him again.
His hand slid under her shirt, up her ribs, and unsnapped her bra in back with a fucking professional flick of his fingers. He cupped her breast, and she cried out and arched against his hand. God, what that man could do to her body with a touch.
“You want more?”
“More. Please more,” she panted out.
He pressed his mouth over her breast, the thin material of the T-shirt the only thing between her oversensitive skin and his lips. He blew air until her nipple drew up tight. His tongue lapped until the shirt was wet and she was just about undone. The man was going to make her come without ever touching between her legs. Desperate for more, she pulled his hand and guided him to the top button of her jeans.
He eased back, then whispered softly in her ear. “You’re a needy little badger, aren’t you?” Plucking gently, he pulled her earlobe into his mouth and grazed his teeth against it.
The button of her jeans popped open under his steady fingers, and the rip of the zipper filled the Bronco. When he slid his hand under her panties and cupped her sex, she bucked helplessly against him.
He smiled and nibbled her bottom lip again. “You were always good at getting wet for me.”
When he slid his finger into her slick opening, he brushed her clit like he knew the exact spot that would drive her mad with want.
“Oh!” she cried out. “Denny, please.”
“Fuck yes, more of that. Tell me what you want.”
He pulled his finger out slowly, then added another before he pressed into her again. Her belly quivered with intense pleasure. Leaning forward, she tasted his lips and matched her pace with his hand. He relaxed against the seat and took his time bringing her to climax. She hadn’t been able to finish with anyone since him.
He’d been her first.
Her best.
He should’ve been her only.
And right when she was about to tip over the edge, he stilled, just shy of touching her clit again. His eyes grew serious as he held her gaze. “Just friends doesn’t work for me. You want my forgiveness? You give me another shot. A real one this time where you don’t run when you get scared. Now show me that tattoo, and I’ll let you fuck my hand.”
Her thoughts raced with what she was considering. If she did this, if she gave in, there was no more going back. Oh, she knew what he was saying. He was laying claim to her heart, right here in the middle of the woods, and asking her to take a leap of faith with him.
If she said no, she wouldn’t be able to go back to her life and not be affected by how intense her feelings still were with him. Saying no wasn’t an option anymore. Not when it would hurt so badly again.
“I won’t run, if you let me in.” Negotiations, oh yes. She was good at haggling.
“Done. You might not like what you find out, though.”
She leveled him with her gaze and cupped his cheeks. Lowering her voice and rocking against his hand, she said, “I won’t run.”
With a deep, steadying breath, she lifted her shirt over her head and shrugged out of her loose bra. Then she turned and showed him the tiny arrow tattoo on the side of her ribcage. “No matter how far an arrow is drawn back, it always shoots forward again.”
He dragged his gaze from the tiny mark with a smile of triumph. He was beautiful like this, confident and happy, staring at her like he’d never seen another so alluring. He pressed his finger into her again, but she shook her head.
“I want all of you now.”
He hesitated, and she thought he would reject her. Embarrassed at putting herself out there like this, she murmured, “I’m on birth control if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“That’s not… I’m worried about bonding to you even more, and then you leaving again.”
She frowned and stroked the shadow-colored stubble on his jaw. “You’re already bonded to me, Denny. And I’m not going anywhere. I made a mistake before.”
He dropped his eyes to the door handle and for a moment, he looked lost.
“Denny,” she whispered, pulling his face back to hers. Her pulse hammered as she realized her feelings for him hadn’t diminished at all, no matter how hard she’d tried to snuff him from her heart. “I’m sorry.” Sorrier than he would ever know.