She didn’t say yes, but she didn’t say no. The look in her eyes told me more than any words ever could. I leaned in, slid my nose against hers, and breathed in her scent. Then I tilted my head and brushed my lips over hers. I didn’t believe in love, but I had no other way to describe the kind of feelings that raced through my veins. The need to protect this woman, to put a smile on her gorgeous lips, to be the reason for the light in her eyes, overwhelmed me.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and she moved her legs so she straddled my lap. Taking that as encouragement, I stopped trying to hold back. My lips pressed against hers, and my tongue swept into her mouth. Her fingers slid up the back of my neck and sent shivers racing over my skin.
Having her thick thighs wrapped around me all day had been enough foreplay. I picked her up in my arms without breaking our kiss and carried her over to the tent.
8
PRIS
His mouth was made for kissing. His big hands were made for roaming over my skin. He laid me down on top of the sleeping bag he’d spread out on the floor of the tent, then zipped up the front so the dog wouldn’t be able to come in and interrupt whatever he had planned.
Anticipation crackled through me. I’d never wanted a man as much as I wanted Bison. I didn’t just want him, though; I needed him. I craved him with a desperation that terrified me. Needing someone made me weak and I couldn’t afford to let down my guard, not when I was so close to my goal.
“How do you want me first, Princess?” His warm breath heated my skin.
“First?” I’d never considered the possibility that there would be anything but one time with Bison.
“Yeah. You don’t think I’ll be satisfied with just having you once, do you?”
I shook my head, ready to give myself to this man however he wanted to take me. The deep desire coursing through my veins had no limits with him. “Just make it quick. I’m already almost there.”
He palmed my breast through my shirt and bra. “We’d better slow things down then. This isn’t going to be a quick, one and done kind of thing.”
“You’re going to draw this out as long as possible, aren’t you? Take pleasure in making me squirm and beg for it. Is that what you have in mind?”
“You can be in control if that’s what you want.” He rolled over onto his back and pulled his shirt over his head in the process.
Holy abs of steel. The man didn’t have a six-pack, he had at least a twelve pack, or maybe even an entire case of abs. A smattering of dark hair covered the spot between his pecs and the thick gold chain circled his neck. I couldn’t remember what it felt like to be so turned on. I straddled his hips and ran my palms up his sides.
“Do I get to see what you’re hiding under your shirt too?” His fingers played with the hem of my t-shirt.
I shrugged and lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my favorite soft pink bra with the tiny polka dots printed all over the cups.
“Those look like little nipples.” Bison traced his finger over the front of my bra.
The pressure of his touch made me hiss in a breath.
“I bet you don’t have little nipples, though, do you?” He lifted his head and flipped down my bra. While he held my gaze, he swirled his tongue around my hardened nipple before switching his attention to my other breast.
I ground my hips against him, not above dry humping, if that’s what I needed to get myself off.
“Patience, Princess.” Bison reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. It fell forward, leaving me exposed to his heated gaze. “You’re beautiful, Priscilla. Absolutely fucking gorgeous.”
I wanted to laugh. “Beautiful” was the last word I’d use to describe myself. I’d always had big boobs, thick hips, and not enough of a waist. But the way Bison looked at me, with truth shining bright in his cobalt eyes, made me think that maybe he saw something different in me.
“You’re the gorgeous one.” I pulled his head toward mine, eager to taste his lips again.
“I’m a no-good bastard who doesn’t deserve to kiss the ground you walk on.” He guided me down to lie on top of his chest. “But I’m also selfish as fuck, so I’m going to take everything you’re willing to give me.”
“What do you want, Bison?”
“I want to spread your pussy wide and suck on your clit until you come on my tongue.”
A desperate moan ripped through me. “Sweet sassafras, I want that too.”
He worked my button free and slipped his hand inside my jeans. His palm cupped my mound while he circled my clit with his finger. I arched my back, needing his mouth back on my breasts, my nipples so tight and hard they hurt.
Toying with me, he brushed his finger over my clit until stars exploded behind my eyelids. Just when I was on the verge of losing myself, he pulled away.