“Oh lord,” she said, burying her face against him.
“There you go again.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said, cupping a hand over her mouth. “I didn’t realize I was being so loud. I tried to stay quiet.”
“Quiet’s for nuns. If I want you to be silent, I’ll give you something big and hard to shove into your mouth.”
She laughed and thumped him again. “You’re terrible.”
“I know.” He wouldn’t mind seeing how much noise she made with his dick in her mouth anyhow. Maybe tomorrow, if she was amenable. He certainly was, and he’d be more than willing to reciprocate. “So,” he said, running a hand up and down her bare arm. “As one-night stands go, how’d that do?”
“It pretty much rocked my world,” she said dreamily.
Fuckin’ right it did.
Her hand slid to his stomach and stole to his side, and then he felt her fingers dance along his ass. “Night’s not over yet, though.”
“We seem to be on the same page, darlin’,” he said with a grin.
She smiled and snuggled close, and he tucked her chin against his chest, content to hold her for a few minutes and let his dick recover. That had been some of the best sex he’d ever had. And she was right; the night was young yet. Damn, but this was turning out to be a good day, rain and all.
Not what he’d expected from the weekend, but he’d been more than happy to be proven wrong about a great many things.
“You want to go inside the cabin?” he whispered against her hair. “We might be able to find a clear spot next to the woodpile.”
She didn’t answer.
He glanced down and saw her eyes were closed, her breathing regular, her mouth slightly slack with sleep. Her hand still clasped his ass, as if he were a prized possession she was afraid to let go of, even in her sleep.
And even when he chuckled, he didn’t wake her up.
Well, plenty of time for morning-after sex, too, he supposed.
SIX
Beth Ann was cold. She’d been so warm moments before, and so she turned in her sleep, reaching for the warm body that had been there before. “Colt?”
“Here, darlin’,” he said softly, and then she was pulled back against a warm, broad chest. Her hands slid between them, instinctively looking to slide into the warmth between their bodies, and encountered his cock, hard and erect.
That caused her to wake up. Beth Ann opened her eyes, blinked, and stared up into Colt’s angular face.
“Mornin’,” he said, and that dimple appeared under two days’ worth of beard stubble.
She blushed, realizing she still had her hand curled around his cock, and her bare br**sts were pressed against his chest. Her ni**les hardened even as she thought about it. “Hi.”
He leaned in to kiss her, and she grimaced, turning her head. “I probably have morning breath.”
“Here,” he said, and reached over her to grab a bottle of water. She took it from him and swished her mouth, and then swallowed a couple mouthfuls before handing it back to him.
“All better?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Good.” And he rolled onto her, bearing her down to the ground. His mouth was on hers and his tongue thrust into her mouth, claiming her quickly, and she sighed in response. Oh God. The man should not be able to kiss like that. She should be feeling dirty and ashamed this morning. She’d done something cheap and tawdry and she’d jumped this beautiful, hard man…and she wanted to do it again. As he sucked on her lower lip, she moaned, remembering last night and all the delicious, naughty things they’d done.
That had been amazing. Sex with Allan had never even been close to that, and he’d been her first—and only. With him, sex was usually missionary, and only minutes long. When they’d been in high school, he’d taken time with her br**sts and to kiss her, but as the years had worn on, it had basically turned into an endless string of quickies. He’d give her a cursory kiss, a flick on the br**sts, and then f**k her for an unexciting minute or two, and then they’d go on with their day.
She hadn’t realized until last night just how much she’d missed being kissed and teased. Her hand stroked his cock, and she was pleased with the way he groaned against her mouth. “Someone’s awake and alert this morning,” she said softly.
“Reveille,” he muttered, moving to her ear and licking the shell of it.
When his tongue dipped into her ear, it shot a bolt of pleasure through her body and she whimpered. “Reveille?”
“Up at dawn,” he murmured.
“Every dawn? Lucky me.” Her hands moved to his bu**ocks and then up his back, and she hooked one leg behind him, trying to pull him down against her.
He groaned, still kissing her fiercely. His beard stubble scratched her face, but she didn’t care. Her fingers slid to the front of his chest and she plucked at his ni**les, liking how flat and hard they were. Just like the rest of him. When she raised her hips, she felt the hard length of him against her pu**y and she suddenly wanted him deep inside her again.
“Wait,” he said, and fumbled for something nearby. “Condoms,” he said between kisses.
“Hurry,” she said softly. Her fingertips grazed his ni**les. She didn’t want to lose this moment. She wanted to make love to him and go back to that place of madness and desire all over again. She wanted to see if he could take her there again this morning, or if it’d be disappointing now that the edge had been taken off her desire.
She heard the crinkle of the wrapper, and then he shifted, rolling the condom on. He continued to kiss her, though his kiss had become a little distracted, turning into small nibbles against her lips instead.
And then he was over her, sliding between her widespread thighs. Oh. They were going to do missionary, then? She experienced a stab of disappointment…that just as quickly vanished as he pushed deep into her, seating to the hilt. She gasped, her hands clasping his slim hips. Oh God. He was buried deep so fast, and the stretch of his girth had given her a little tight twinge, but now that he was deep inside her, it was…really nice. He leaned down and kissed her again, deep, hard, and oh, she liked that. And he thrust.
She could feel every inch of him sinking deep inside her. “Oh,” she murmured, half surprised. That had been so good.
Over her, he gave her a wicked, half smile, his dog tags fluttering in her face. That look on his face almost said “I know,” and then he thrust again. On the third thrust, she raised her hips, and felt every inch of him slide out, and then bury deep again. And oh…that was really good.