Teagan unzipped the sleeping bag and spread out on the grass. Ros took off her shoes, came down to lie next to him.
“What comes next?” she found herself asking. “I love you. I love you so much it makes my chest hurt when I think of it, but I don’t know what comes next.”
“I don’t know the answer to that,” Teagan said, drawing her closer with his arm around her shoulders. He felt enormous in the dark, his weight as comforting and as sheltering as a mountain. Ros turned to bury her face in his chest, inhaling the smell of mountain air and charcoal from the grill.
“If I could tell you what came next for sure, I would,” he continued. “But how about if I guess? I’m a pretty good guesser.”
“All right.”
“I think what’s going to happen is that I’m going to kiss you. I’m going to hold you and love you, and I hope you’ll do the same for me. We’ll live where we want to live, we’ll learn about each other. We’ll probably fight sometimes, and we’ll make up. And we’ll be together, which is the most important thing.”
The world suddenly felt enormous to Ros. There was so much of it, her whole life in front of her, and Teagan’s as well. All she had to do was want it, and oh God, she did.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes. I love you. Yes.”
She moaned as Teagan leaned in to kiss her, his mouth at once hungry and tender. She could feel his need thrumming right beneath the surface of his skin, and her own rose up to meet it, making her bury her fingers in his hair to keep him close.
“Ros, my Ros, my love,” he whispered, and as he bent to place ravenous kisses down the side of her throat, she caught a glimpse of the dark night sky over his shoulder. She couldn’t tell if it was dizzying to gaze up at all those stars or if it was only kissing him that sent her into a tailspin.
“I want you,” Teagan murmured, and with a gasped laugh, she helped him wrestle her shirt over her head. Her jeans were a more difficult prospect, involving a slightly complicated shimmy, but then they were off as well.
I’m naked in the woods,Ros thought with wonder, and now it was as if she could sense everything, the cool breeze, the hardness of the ground through the sleeping bag, the distant call of the nightbirds in the woods. Most of all, she could feel Teagan’s hands and mouth, caressing her with adoration in every gesture, and because all she wanted in the world was more of this man, she tugged at his clothes until he got the hint and got as naked as she was.
Everything was silver and shadow, and when he knelt down next to her again, she ran her hand down his flank to his hip and thigh. She brushed his erection with the back of her hand, and then she traced her fingers along the shaft, her breath growing short at its heat and hardness.
Teagan, who had been in the process of lying down next to her, froze, and she felt more than heard his breath grow short. He swore when she wrapped her hand around his length, stroking firmly in a rhythm that seemed to come from deep inside her.
“I don’t know how much of that I can take,” he told her, and the need in his voice sent a thrill through her body. “I don’t know how to resist you.”
“Then don’t,” she said with a laugh, and after one more tantalizing stroke, she sprawled back on the sleeping bag.
With a groan, Teagan reached for the box of condoms, and he was almost shaking when he came down to rest over her. Ros whimpered when she felt the tip of his cock graze her most intimate flesh, but instead of pushing inside her, he only pressed himself close, rising and falling against her body until she was almost crying with need.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, or at least, it was meant to be a demand. Instead it sounded more like a plea, and Teagan chuckled throatily.
“What I want to do,” he replied, and he reached down to take the shaft of his cock in hand, using it to part her swollen lips just a little and sweeping from her entrance up to her clit and back again.
Close, so close,she thought desperately, and she wound her legs around his, trying to get closer, but unable to do so when he held himself separate from her.
“Oh please, please,” she whimpered, burying her face in his bare shoulder, and he shuddered.
“Wanted to tease you a little,” Teagan managed. “Wanted to make you wait, make sure you really, really wanted it.”
“Next time,” she said, and Teagan laughed.
“Next time,” he agreed, and pressed into her.
Ros unraveled in a long moan. She knew he was big from their previous encounter, but against her, inside her, he felt enormous, broad enough to stretch her in the most perfect way. When he was fully seated within her, he leaned down on his elbows to kiss her mouth.
“Yes?” he whispered, and all she could do was nod because this man, this gorgeous, amazing, wonderful man was hers, all hers, and she was his.
He moved slowly at first, and it was like slowly adding tinder to a fire. Each moment drove her higher and wilder, and she could feel it when her control snapped, because it went just before his did. One minute, they were moving together with a sweetness that could make her cry, and the next moment, they went up in flames and the only thing that mattered was getting more of each other, of pressing so closely together that nothing would ever separate them.
Maybe she saidI love youor he did, or maybe they said it together, and then Teagan pulled away from her. She cried out with shock and offense, but, stretched on his back, he was taking her in his arms and dragging her on top of him, her legs spread over his thighs, her body flush to his.
Ros had a shocked moment –in the silvery light of the moon, he could see all of her. When she looked down into his awed face, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that that was exactly what he wanted.
“Beautiful, so beautiful,” he said, and his large hands wrapped around her hips, shifting her and lifting her as easily as she would lift a load of laundry.