I've barely found my balance, my head still spinning from my lack of air when his lips slam down on mine, his tongue plunging in my mouth as his hands skim up the outside of my thighs, pushing my skirt up around my waist.
His fingers wrap around the sides of my panties and I bite down on his tongue the second the sound of ripping fabric hits my ears before the cool night air breezes past my most intimate place.
Still kissing me as if he needs my air to live, he kicks my legs apart and cups my pussy with his hot fingers.
"Mine," he growls into our kiss before moaning in delight when he feels the surge of wetness his declaration causes.
I have no idea who this guy is, if he's as dangerous as he makes himself out to be, but fuck if I care right now. With his gun at our feet and his hands on my body, I feel more like myself than I have since I got on that plane at Orlando International, leaving my previous life behind. But in this moment, I don't care, because he's giving me back a part of myself that I thought I'd left in America.
I've been a boring shell of myself since getting here, putting on a show for Dad because I know this is where he wants to be, even if he won't confide in me why he chose now to come back. But right now, I can feel the old Stella emerging to the surface once more, and fuck, it feels so fucking good.
His finger slides through my folds and a shudder rips through my body when it finds my clit and applies the perfect amount of pressure as he begins circling it.
"Fuck me," I moan into his mouth.
"Jesus, Hellion. I must have done something fucking right in my life to deserve this."
He pushes his fingers back, finding my entrance. He circles a couple of times, stretching me open and driving me crazy with my need to feel him inside me. When he does put a digit inside me, a loud growl of approval rips from my throat. My head falls back, colliding with the tree behind me, but I barely feel it as he bends his fingers just so.
"So wet for me, Hellion. And so tight."
"Please." The word falls from my lips as a whimper. I sound needy and desperate, but fuck if I care right now.
With his hand around the back of my neck, he drags me back to his lips as his fingers leave me.
I want to cry out at the loss, but I manage to contain it.
I lose myself in his kiss, running my hands up his solid chest and draping my arms over his shoulders as he gets himself ready.
His lips leave mine so he can rip the condom packet open, and, in record time, he's sheathed and lifting me from the ground.
My legs automatically wrap around his waist, my exposed back scratching against the tree trunk behind me.
"If you were expecting someone soft and gentle, then you really approached the wrong guy tonight."
"What part of our interaction makes you think that's what I want?" I say, staring dead into his eyes as he teases me with the head of his cock. "Fuck. Me. Stranger," I demand, and it seems he's unable to do anything but comply. "Fuuuuuck," I moan when he stretches me so wide it burns.
It's been way too long since I was with anyone, but I knew that before I stumbled across this guy. I also knew he was exactly what I needed the second I looked into his wicked eyes.