“Fearless,” he said, lifting his gaze to hers. “You are fearless. And you wear it so fucking well.”
Holy crap, if she wasn’t careful, she’d fall in love with him.
Holding her breath, she finished turning until she faced him directly. “Ta-dah,” she said, holding her arms out a little at her side.
He let out a shaky chuckle, the sound turning into a groan as she moved her hand to her breast and feathered her fingertips over her right nipple. His nostrils flared, and his chest heaved. “If I’m already dead,” he mumbled under his breath, swiping at his mouth, “I don’t care.”
She frowned at the weird choice of words—already dead? But then he buried his hands in her hair and kissed away any ability to think. Whimpering into the incredible assault on her mouth, she moved her hands to his shirt, tugging at the buttons on it. She ripped them open until the damn stingray got in the way.
She pulled her lips from his, scowling at the offending soft toy. “Make it be gone,” she demanded, flicking at its tail.
“Done,” he rasped, reaching up behind his head. With a quick yank on the back of his collar, he pulled the shirt off, stingray and all.
“Oh baby,” she whispered, taking in what he’d revealed—a body that liked sport and food in equal measure. A body that was fit but not to the extreme. A body lived in well, with a latent strength that made her pulse quicken. “You have the sexiest dad bod.”
Another one of those low chuckles rumbled from him, and he ducked his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. God, could he be any more adorable? “I’m no Chris Hemsworth,” he said, looking at her from behind the shaggy hair hanging over his eyebrows. “But can he name the Pythagorean triples, or solve polynomials by radicals?”
“Chris who?” she murmured, stepping up to him and smoothing her palms over his chest. “Polywhat?”
He sucked in a slow breath, and his eyes fluttered closed for a second before she made him open them with a gentle brush of her thumbs over his nipples. She held his gaze as she slid her fingers over his chest, down over his solar plexus and the plane of his abs to the soft snail’s trail disappearing into the waistband of his shorts.
He pulled in another breath, this one shaky, and let it out just as slowly as she snagged the toggle of his zipper and lowered his fly.
The firm, warm hardness of his erection nudged her fingers through the opening, and she wrapped them around it without hesitation.
“Fuck,” he ground out, eyes closing again for a heartbeat. “This is really…” His Adam’s apple jerked up and down his throat and then, with a growl, he cupped the back of her head and captured her mouth with his. He kissed her as she squeezed and pumped his cock. Plundered her mouth with his tongue as she massaged his heavy balls and gently pressed her index finger to his perineum.
“This is really happening,” he groaned, breaking the kiss.
“Hell yeah,” she murmured, skimming her fingers over his hips to coax the shorts down.
They pooled at his feet in a puddle of khaki, which he immediately stepped out of and pushed aside with one foot.
Trailing her fingertips up the length of his cock, she arched an eyebrow at him. “You realize you’re now wearing nothing but a pair of hiking boots, right?”
His lips curled a little. “It’ll give me better grip on the floor.”
She burst out laughing. He grinned. She took his cock in her hand again, giving it a firm squeeze and a slow pump.
Sucking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes. “I don’t think you have any idea how good that feels.”
“I think I do,” she whispered, leaning forward to brush her nipples against his bare chest as she nipped his bottom lip.
He laughed out a groan, the sound turning raw when ran her hands up and over his stomach to his chest again. She teased his nipples once again with a featherlight caress, loving the way his chest heaved and a low moan tore from him. It seemed no matter where she touched him, he responded.
She liked that. A lot.
“You know what else I think?” she asked, rising up on tiptoe to drag the curve of her pussy up the length of his erection.
“F… I…ffff…” he groaned, grabbing at her waist with firm hands, pushing his hips forward, grinding his cock harder to her. “N-no.”
Chuckling at the raw arousal in his response, she nipped his bottom lip again. “I think I want you to go down on me.”
He let out a low growl, smoothing his palms over the curve of her waist and down her hips. “I think you’re right.” His right fingers traced the line of her scar, making her catch her breath. He slowly sank to his knees in front of her, looking up at her as his hands moved to her inner thighs.
“Yeah yeah,” she encouraged, her breath growing shallow.
Still holding her stare, he gently parted her folds with his thumbs and ran his tongue up over her clit in a slow, deliberate stroke.