Time for that later. So he gritted his teeth and thought about other things while she explored him.
“It’s so…thick.”
A guy could get used to a girl saying things like that. “You’ll like how thick it is,” he told her, unable to resist brushing the hair off her shoulder and exposing those thin dress straps again. Those straps were just f**king with his head. He was going to get rid of them, and soon.
As if sensing his thoughts, Beth Ann sat back on her haunches and smiled up at him. “Deal’s a deal.” She tugged at the hem of her dress and pulled the entire thing over her head. As he watched, her br**sts were revealed. Small but tight, he stared at them, then reached out to brush his fingers over one erect nipple. “Gorgeous,” he growled. “Thought you were beautiful before, but this is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled up at him, and gave a shy little laugh. Was she…nervous? At being with him?
He wondered if she’d ever slept with anyone other than that dick Allan. He didn’t want to think about that cockroach touching her. Colt took her by the hands and lifted her to her feet.
“It’s not too late to back out,” he told her softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her shoulder.
She gave a small, anxious chuckle and reached down to grasp his c**k in her hand. “Something tells me that this part of you won’t understand if I say no.”
He took her hand and placed it over his heart. “This part of me will, though.”
Her mouth trembled a little and she smiled up at him. “I want this,” she admitted. “I’m just a little…”
“Nervous?”
“Can you tell?”
Oh yeah, he could tell. But he suspected she’d be mortified to hear that. So he said, “Nah.” And leaned in to kiss her again. Her hand squeezed on his c**k as his tongue slicked into her mouth and he groaned. “We gotta kiss like this more often,” he said against her mouth. “Your hands on my c**k and your tongue in my mouth.”
“Oh?” she said breathlessly, and squeezed his c**k again. “Feel good? Why don’t you tell me about it?”
“I’ll show you,” he said, and slid his hand to the front of her small thong, and slipped his fingers under the fabric. She was slick and wet, and his entire body jolted at her gasp of surprise. He parted the lips of her pu**y with his fingers and slid them to the front of her sex, searching for her clit. When he lit upon it, her fingers spasmed on his c**k and she whimpered.
“Feel good?” he asked, unable to stop licking at her mouth. The woman was so f**king erotic.
“Y-yes,” she breathed, her voice coming out in little gasps and whimpers. He leaned in to kiss her again, and when he lightly pressed a kiss against her full, parted mouth, he tapped his finger against her clit. Her lips parted in response, even as her fingers clenched around his cock, subconsciously squeezing and milking it as she responded to her own pleasure. She was so slick and hot that he wanted to bury his face there. Watch her responses when his mouth was deep in her pu**y. Would he get those gasps of delight that he was getting right now? He couldn’t wait to find out.
He flicked at her clit again, and she nearly buckled against him.
“Why don’t we lay you back down on the jacket?” he said softly, giving that sweet pu**y a little pat before releasing it. He could have sworn she looked disappointed when his fingers left her body.
But she nodded and slid back down to the raincoat, lying back down. Her tight little br**sts jutted into the air, her ni**les like pink pearls on her chest, her tangled hair like a cloud around her head. God. He wanted to run his mouth all over her body.
But first, he had to search the goddamn shed for condoms. They sometimes kept them in the first-aid kits, since they made great water skins in an emergency, but Colt was pretty sure that he hadn’t seen an extra med kit in the cabin. Damn. Of all the things to be out of. They had goddamn buckets of tinder and not one f**king med kit?
“What’s wrong?” she asked, the sensual, glazed look flicking off her face again, replaced with uncertainty. He immediately wanted to push her down and kiss her until it returned, but he needed this first.
“Condoms,” he said, and ran a hand down his face in frustration, feeling the stubble growing in there.
“Oh,” she said, and that soft, secretive smile lit her face again. “I have a whole box of them.”
He looked down at her, eyes narrowing. “What?”
She waved a hand in the air. “That QuestMaster party. When you paid at the gate, they gave you a bottle of rum and condoms. Most messed up party favors ever.”
“The next time I see one of those guys, I’m going to hug him,” he declared. “Where’d you leave the box?”
“In my bag,” she said with a wiggle, and her fingertips slid to her br**sts, playing with her ni**les.
He paused to stare down at her, dumbfounded, as she touched herself. Fuck, that was gorgeous. He wanted to be doing that for her, though. So he headed quickly to the cabin and got the box. Sure enough. It was soggy from the rain, but the foil-sealed packets inside were intact. He grabbed a few and headed back out to the fire, where Beth Ann was waiting. Sexy, sensual, f**king amazing Beth Ann that he was going to f**k all over that rain slicker in about five minutes.
Provided he could last that long. He was incredibly hard and aching just thinking about what she’d feel like, the tip of his c**k wet with need.
He tossed the condoms down on the ground nearby and moved back to her. Beth Ann’s arms lifted as he knelt beside her, and her hands caressed his shoulders, then glided over his pecs. She seemed to enjoy touching him. That was good, seeing as how he almost nutted every time he touched her.
“Found them?” she asked breathlessly.
He gave a curt nod. “No more interruptions.” And with that, he kissed her until she was breathless all over again, until she was making those soft noises in her throat. He pulled away for a moment, gazing down at her, at the flush on her face, the tangle of her hair.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“Just looking at you. You’re mighty nice to look at.”
The smile returned to her mouth and she arched her back under him. “I taste pretty good, too.”
“Let’s find out,” he whispered huskily, and dipped down to taste one beaded nipple. Her little gasp of shock was incredibly erotic. And f**k, but she tasted sweet. The tiny bud was tight and hard, and he licked it, enjoying the feel of it against his tongue, and her little panting responses. His hand moved to her other breast and plumped it, cupping the slight weight and then skimming his thumb over the curve of it.