He would need her more than he needed medicine.
Whatever this thing was between them, it had started down in Mexico, and had been left in waiting until they saw each other again. Now it was alive and real, and he didn’t know what to do about it. She moaned and her nails dug into his chest through his shirt. She kissed the spot under his ear and reached down between them, cupping his cock and squeezing gently.
He closed his eyes and groaned. “Red…”
If he did this—if he took her now, everything would be different. He would be different. When this wedding was over, if she didn’t want to see him again…he’d be a shell of a man. He should walk away now. Keep himself protected and free. This thing between them was supposed to be a onetime fuck.
A scratching of an itch, just like he’d said.
But it felt like more.
And if he wanted more, he should say so up front. He should come up with a plan to have more, because after this wedding was over, they’d be in different states. But the words wouldn’t come, and instead of pushing her away, he brought his lips to hers, kissing her sweetly. They could talk later, damn it. When she wasn’t touching him and so damn close he couldn’t stop himself from touching her. From taking what she offered.
She massaged his cock with one hand, and the other rested over his heart. Rolling her underneath of him, making sure to move slowly enough that he didn’t injure her ankle even more, he situated himself between her legs before deepening the kiss. With his free hand, he unzipped the bag so they could move more easily.
She ran her fingers down his back gently, her featherlight touches driving him mad. He slanted his mouth over hers and slid his hand under her shirt, needing to touch her bare skin. She trembled and arched into his hand, wanting him to touch her more.
And fuck, he wanted to, too. Everywhere.
She deepened the kiss, the heel of her good leg digging into his ass, and rubbed against his cock. Knowing her heat was just a few scraps of clothing away made his stomach clench with need, a need that if left unanswered would eat him alive. He broke free of their kiss and bit down on her shoulder, then lower, on the swell of her breast.
Maybe this was a bad idea, but he couldn’t stop now.
She yanked his shirt off impatiently. He freed his head from the garment, and took off her shirt, too. Next came the bra, followed by the rest of her clothes. His followed, and soon they were naked in the woods. Again.
Next time, he’d make sure they were in a fucking bed.
He grabbed a condom before they got too hot and heavy, but the whole time he reached for one, her fingers worked over him. She ran her hands over his back, and slid forward to close around his cock again. “Now, Tyler.”
He moved up a tiny bit and sucked on her nipple, hard and fast. She let out a mewling sound and urged him closer. He sucked harder, using his teeth to create a friction for her. Her head tossed back and forth, and she panted into the night air. When he bit down gently on the extended bud, she shrieked and arched her back even higher.
Begging him for more, just like he liked it.
He pulled back and slid his fingers in between her legs. She was soaking wet, hot and inviting. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her and forget about everything but making her moan his name. But she wasn’t ready yet.
He needed to make her scream again.
He moved to her other breast and scraped his teeth against her sensitive nipple, not stopping until she squirmed and begged. Still not enough.
“Tyler.” When she whimpered and raked her nails down his back, he thrust a finger inside her at the same time he sucked her nipple hard. She screamed and dug her heel into the ground, her other leg straight out.
Groaning, he removed one finger, replacing it with two. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“God, I’m yours.” She yanked at his hair, pulling him up for a kiss. “All yours.”
“Fucking right.”
He captured her mouth and thrust his tongue into her mouth in tune with his fingers. As his fingers pumped inside her, he broke off the kiss and situated himself between her legs, sliding down her body inch by torturous inch. He traced a damp finger down her slit before thrusting it inside. He watched as her muscles clenched down on his finger, the pink sweetness begging to be touched. To be licked. The sight drove him fucking wild.
His. All his.
The second his mouth touched her, she cried out and clenched down hard on his finger. He flicked his tongue over her clit, savoring her sweet taste.
She shuddered and clung to him. “Again, Tyler.”
He pulled his fingers out and plunged them again. Hard. At the same time, he closed his mouth around her clit and sucked. As he rolled his tongue over her, never breaking suction, he moved his fingers, hard and fast.
There was no going easy on her. Not anymore.
He could feel how close she was to coming. Could feel it in the way her muscles clenched down, squeezing his knuckles. He deepened his intimate kiss, rolling his tongue over her again and again until she cried out and came against his lips. Even though he wanted nothing more than to drive inside her right away, he hesitated.
Her back was scratched up and her ankle hurt too much for her to be on top.
When she relaxed, he withdrew and flipped her over onto her knees with one smooth motion. He pressed the tip of his sheathed dick against her clit and bumped it once, twice, a third time. She screamed out and climaxed again, her nails scratching at the dirt in front of her.
As she convulsed, he entered her from behind, burying himself completely. Her warmth surrounded him, and he curled his hands around her hips. Holding her in place, he slammed inside her again. He moved faster, harder and harder, and her cries grew louder and louder.
“Mine,” he growled, slapping her ass gently. “Say you’re mine, or I’ll stop.”
She cried out. “I’m yours, damn it. Harder. More.”
Fuck yeah, he’d give her more. He slapped her ass again, harder this time, and pumped his hips relentlessly. No breaks. No mercy. She screamed and came again, her walls clenching down on his cock so hard she almost pushed him out.
His balls grew tight and hard, and his breath came faster, and he moved faster, too. His entire body strove to reach the end of this crazy ride she’d led him on, and he bit down on her shoulder. Her body went stiff under his again, and he pulled out of her, only to slam back inside her with one sure, deep stroke.
Then? He found heaven on earth.
Everything faded away but the pleasure taking over him and he collapsed on top of her. When he came back down from his high, he withdrew from her and helped her lie down again. Hesitantly, he lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. The other times they’d kissed had been in the heat of passion. Kissing her after sex felt awkward, weird, and yet somehow…fucking perfect as hell.
She kissed him back after a second, her own mouth moving over his uncertainly. When he pulled back again, she blinked up at him, looking confused and lost. He felt the same way right now. As if he didn’t know what way was up and what way was down. She’d tossed him off his axis, and he didn’t know what to do next.
So he did what he did best. He let go of her. “I’m going to get rid of this.” He gestured to the condom and rolled to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”
She nodded and sat up, gathering her clothes silently. He swallowed hard and went i
nto the shadows, feeling like the world’s biggest fool. All this time he’d been telling her he wasn’t looking for a relationship. And now? He couldn’t think of anything but being in one with her. Only her.
She had to be his forever.
For the first time in his adult life, he would be spending the night with a woman in his arms. He’d never wanted to have that intimacy before. Never wanted a girl to stick around long enough to spoon, for fuck’s sakes.
But with Christine, he was actually looking forward to it.
They were living in the same country now. Sure, he’d just accepted a job in Portland, and she lived here in Boulder, but it was a hell of a lot closer than they’d been before. Why couldn’t they make this something more than a fling? Why couldn’t they try? There was obviously an attraction between them that withstood the years of separation they’d put themselves through.
Why not try for more?
He came back into the clearing and saw her sitting there, hugging her knees. She glanced up at him, her eyes dipping low over his body. In some weird, sick, twisted way, he was grateful that they’d been stranded together, forcing him to sleep with her in his arms…
Even if he’d never actually spent the whole night with a woman before.
He was glad she would be his first. The question was…could she maybe be his last, too? Slowly, he crossed the clearing and stoked the fire, his blood rushing through his veins as he did so. He could feel her gaze burning into his back the whole time he worked. For some reason, the fact that he was going to sleep with her felt more intimate than sex itself.
What if he snored? He had no idea.
He finished with the fire and squatted next to the blaze for a second, his hands out to the heat, before glancing over his shoulder. “You look tired. You should sleep.”
“Come over with me?” she asked so softly he almost didn’t hear her. She yawned and covered her mouth. “I’m cold, and I won’t be able to sleep without you.”