“Oh, God,” she breathed.
Above the sound of her own pounding heart, she heard a chittering and closed her eyes to ignore it. But then Gabe’s mouth left her breast. Her nipple ached at the shock of cold before he tugged her shirt down.
Her head swam with dizziness when he lifted her leg and swung her around to her original position.
“I’m sorry,” he said gruffly as the chittering sound grew louder. A biker flew past them so quickly that it felt like a sudden storm, the wind hitting them hard. “I shouldn’t have done that here,” Gabe continued.
Veronica blinked, trying to clear her head, but she was still stuck in the pleasure. She wanted to get back to it. Who cared about bikers or hikers or anyone else?
She kissed him again and took his hand to slide it back under her shirt. Her nipple felt cold until his palm covered it with heat.
Gabe groaned. “Men have touched you here before?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, no longer shy.
His hand slid down her belly and over her shorts. “And here?” He cupped her, his big hand holding her sex in a careful grip. His fingers pressed lightly.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He kissed her neck again, and she arched into his mouth as the heat of his hand soaked through the fabric that covered her pussy. “Have they licked you here, Veronica?” His fingers pressed gently.
The thought of him doing that filled her head so completely that she squirmed against his hand. She wanted his hot mouth there. She wanted his tongue. She wanted to grip the messy waves of his hair and hold him to her pussy. “Yes,” she finally answered. “Just...just once.”
His breath huffed against her throat. “I want to do that.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God. She wanted that so much. His middle finger stroked her, a whisper of a promise that sent little sparks of pleasure flying through her. “Yes,” she urged.
“Shit,” he rasped. “You’re killing me. Not here. Not now.”
“But if you—” she started, but his pained laugh cut her off.
“And not on a fucking rock. Not this first time, anyway.”
She was going to suggest that there was a meadow only a few yards back, but even in her ridiculous state that seemed too desperate. As desperate as she actually felt.
In fact, she felt so damn tight and needy that she wanted to suggest they skip that altogether. She wanted to say, It’s dark—just tug down your shorts and fuck me right here. But that was crazy. Crazy. To get well and truly laid for the first time in some hurried, frantic fuck on a public trail.
She nodded, kept nodding. “Okay,” she said as his hand left her. Her pussy felt freezing cold without the cover of his fingers. She was a little mortified to think she was so wet she’d soaked through the fabric of both her underwear and her shorts. Then again, she was utterly thrilled that anyone could make her that wet. For a while now she’d been wondering if she could even get that turned on.
She could. She definitely could.
He eased her closer, arms around her waist, and rested his forehead against hers. “I think we lost track of time,” he said casually, as if her hip weren’t now pressed against his erection. He was hard. So hard that she was having trouble forming a sentence and wasn’t sure why it was so easy for him to talk. Maybe it was just experience.
She shifted, pressing her hip more tightly to him, and she was rewarded with the sound of breath hissing past clenched teeth. It made her smile.
“Don’t torture me,” he rasped.
“I just wanted to see if you were enjoying this as much as I was.”
“Are you kidding?” he sounded slightly offended. “I’m in serious pain.”
She should have felt bad, but a laugh bubbled up in Veronica’s throat. He was aching and hard as a rock. For her.
She pressed her hip against him again, then laughed at the strangled noise he made.
“Holy shit, you’re cruel,” he complained.
“I’m sorry. But you just teased the hell out of me.”