Almost without her brain’s input, her finger relaxed, her arms fell, and then suddenly the shirt wasn’t shielding her any longer, and Ken could see her naked torso in all its glory.
And his eyes turned hot. Lynn could see it. He’d been telling the truth; he really did think her body was sexy.
His hand curved down around her breast, his other hand coming up too, and he leaned forward and kissed her as he spread both hands over them. Lynn sighed into his mouth. His hands were big enough to cup each one fully—unusual, because Lynn had always been irritatingly well-endowed—and the feeling of his rough, warm callouses against her most sensitive skin was making her eyes roll back in her head.
His hands were gentle, but clever. Lynn had usually found that whenever men wanted to pay a lot of attention to her breasts, she was mostly on the side of telling them to quit being so rough, and waiting patiently until they got their fill and were willing to move on to more interesting territory. But this wasn’t like that.
This was a delicate building of sensation, a slow tingle that started in each nipple, making them harden. With Ken’s careful attention, the tingle built into a swell of arousal, until each touch seemed to have a line straight down her belly into her panties. Lynn gasped into his mouth as he caught one nipple between his fingers and rubbed, slowly but firmly, until she was twisting her hips, rubbing her damp thighs together to catch the sensations between her legs.
“Oh,” Lynn gasped, too caught up in the feelings he was awakening in her body to be self-conscious about how she sounded. “Oh.”
But Ken smiled against her mouth, and murmured, “You feel fantastic, but you sound even better.”
And then he was pushing her backwards, catching up her shirt to spread it quickly out on the forest floor behind her, to give her a soft place to lie down. Lynn meant to tell him that she’d been out in these forests all her life, and besides, she was a shifter, and so didn’t need any protection for her delicate skin or any nonsense like that. But the words were lost when he bent down over her and put his mouth where his hands had been.
“Oh, God,” Lynn heard herself say, as he tongued her nipple. When he started sucking softly at it, she made a strangled noise that might have been a swear word when it first started.
Her underwear was probably soaked through by now. Her clit was pulsing in time with his mouth, and her head fell back to thunk on the ground as she panted for air. It felt so good. Why hadn’t anything ever felt this good before?
And she hadn’t even gotten her pants off yet.
Which made her wonder what it would be like when she did get her pants off, which made her clit pulse harder. She was going to have to figure out how to speak in coherent words again fast, because she suddenly needed to be naked, needed to feel his hands, his tongue, against her throbbing clit.
And inside her, where everything was hot and aching with need.
“Mmm,” Ken murmured, and the vibration from his voice against her breast made Lynn gasp. “I could do this all day.”
That gave her the motivation to find her voice. “I will murder you if you don’t get going soon.”
He lifted his head, which made Lynn stifle a protesting noise. The forest air was cool on her damp skin. “Get going how?” His eyes were limpid, innocent.
“They’ll never find the body,” Lynn informed him. “I know these woods like the back of my hand.” She was trying to sound threatening, but laughter was trying to break through. She’d never laughed like this with a man before.
His eyebrows lifted. “That’s disturbingly believable. I guess I’d better do as I’m told.” But a smile was teasing the corners of his mouth.
It didn’t matter how much they joked, though, because he was reaching for the button of her jeans. Lynn lifted her hips impatiently as he tugged the zipper down, and cursed her own curves as he worked them down her hips, catching her underwear on the way.
He had to stop and undo her
bootlaces before he could get her pants completely off. He laughed at himself the whole time, and Lynn, even though she was caught in an agony of desire, was struck by it. A man who could laugh at himself in a moment of awkwardness or embarrassment, instead of getting angrily defensive, or pretending nothing had happened—
That was a man to hang onto, maybe.
Finally, after what seemed like a thousand years, she was naked. Her body exposed to the forest, even more so than she was used to. She could feel a breeze between her legs, and blushed. She felt—wanton was such an old-fashioned word, but it seemed like the only one that fit.
Ken was looking down at her. He was still fully-dressed, Lynn realized, which seemed unfair somehow. But before she had time to insist that he take off some of his clothes and give her a show, he’d bent down again and kissed her right between her breasts.
She gasped, and he pressed another kiss just below the first. And then another, lower. And then another.
Lynn shivered as she realized where this was going, her legs falling apart to accommodate his bulk. He gripped her thighs in his strong hands, pushing them apart as he looked his fill.
Just his eyes between her legs felt like he was caressing her there. Like his gaze was a physical touch, like she could feel it pressing against her clit, lingering around her wet entrance. Lynn felt the opening to her body twitch and contract, and Ken’s lips parted as he watched.
She gathered all of the tiny scraps of composure she still possessed, lifted her head to look at him, and said, “Well?”
This laugh was a sharp burst, as if she’d surprised it out of him. Lynn felt a little thrill of satisfaction—he’d been wanting to make her laugh since she met, but so far it looked like she was having more success at it.
But then it was her turn to be surprised, because before the laughter had faded away, Ken ducked his head and pressed his mouth right between her legs.