“I think you know.” I take a quick step forward, and he dodges, lifting his arm and twisting out of the way.
“You’re not going to get that on me.”
“I might. I have skills.”
“I’m familiar with your skills.” A sexy smile curls his lips, and a dimple appears.
Laughter, teasing, these are things we haven't been able to do at Thornton, and I love it.
“Then you know I get what I want.” Diving at him, I grip his shoulders, pushing my hand towards his face.
He blocks it easily, holding my arm to the side. At this point, I don’t really care about smearing him with mud. I only want to feel his strength again. I want his arms around me, him holding me down. It’s how we always are, wild and ravenous.
Then he turns my hand to my face.
“No!” I squeal, pressing my nose against his chest as I struggle against the incoming blob.
“Now who has skills?”
I do the only thing I can, hooking my leg around his and taking him to the ground. He lands on his back with anoof!and his grip on my arm loosens. In that instant, I’ve got him, wiping the mud from his forehead down his nose.
“Motherfucker,” he growls, rolling me so my back is in the muck.
Ripping up my sweater, he wipes a line of mud over my bare stomach, and the cold makes me yell. Just as fast, he straddles my waist, gripping my wrists so both my hands are locked in his above my head.
We’re breathing fast, smiling wickedly as we gaze at each other, sweaty and gross. One blink, and his mouth is on mine. He releases my wrists, and I rip at his shirt, pulling it higher so our bodies are skin against muddy skin.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I laugh against his mouth. “This is disgusting.”
“There’s a creek down there.”
He’s on his feet at once, catching both my hands and pulling me to my feet. He doesn’t stop there, tossing me over his shoulder and slapping my ass.
“Ow!” I laugh, but I don’t struggle as he takes off down the side of the hill to where the small pool waits below.
Dropping me to my feet, he catches me by the waist. “Come here.” It’s a low order, and he lifts my sweater over my head, tossing it to the side along with his discarded Henley.
Our boots are the next to go. He’s actually in cowboy boots, but mine are simple Chelsea ankle boots. One zip, and they’re off.
A hand-sized stripe of mud is across both our stomachs, and I laugh. “Look what you did!”
“What I did,” he gripes, jerking me closer by the belt loops before unbuttoning my jeans and lowering the zipper as I unfasten my bra and toss it to the side.
Reaching for his waist, I pull the top button open, dropping my hand to stroke the hard length pressing against the fabric. He groans, pulling me closer and catching my face, sealing his lips over mine.
Mouths open, tongues circle, and he steps back to shove his pants off. I do the same. Straightening, we both hesitate. All our other encounters have been stolen moments, hidden in the dark, our clothes yanked down or up just enough to allow our bodies to unite.
It’s the first time we’ve been completely naked, standing in front of each other. Lifting his hand, he slides his palm over my hip, higher to my waist. His touch is so light, so reverent, it floods heat to my core, forcing a soft whimper from my throat.
Blinking slowly, I place my hands on the lines in his hips wrapping over his waist in that mouth wateringV. His hand moves higher, his thumb opening over my stomach before rising to cup my breast and lift, squeeze.
Another soft noise, and my tongue slides over my lips as I trace the muscular lines in his ribs with trembling fingers. My other hand teases his cock, perfectly straining, hard and smooth and pointing right at me. I’m mesmerized by the sight of him.
He speaks in a hushed whisper. “You’re so beautiful.”
It’s more than I can take. I step closer, pressing my open mouth to his firm chest, sliding my tongue over his salty skin, kissing and teasing his hard nipple with my teeth. With a groan, he threads his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back so I’m forced to meet his heated gaze.
“I want to be inside you.”