“I have,” she agreed, and when she reached for the zipper of his jumpsuit, he didn’t stop her. She was a sultry enchantress, so sexy and confident and utterly sensual. Her gaze followed the zipper and it exposed his bare chest underneath. He let his hand brush over her covered breast, pushing the fabric back and exposing the other to the air.
He loved Miranda the seductress in that moment.
“Fuck,” he said in a ragged voice. Despite his resolve, here he was giving in to her demands. All it took was for her to show him one lovely breast, a pink nipple, and a teasing mole and he was a goner.
“Would love to,” she said with a sultry smile. “But right now I’m interested in a little something else.”
His hand went to cover her breast and he laid his palm over the peak, his tanned, callused hand looking foreign against her smooth skin. “And you want me to touch you?”
“Oh yes,” she breathed, then almost looked embarrassed at how it had come out. A hint of a flush touched her face and crept down to her br**sts. “I lose my mind whenever you touch me. I like it. It allows me to…lose myself in the moment.”
“And lets you come?” He whispered in a husky voice, leaning in close to her. Even after several days in the woods, Miranda still smelled good. Clean and fresh and warm. She bathed in the stream every morning, and he had to admit that he had picked campsites by streams for that very reason.
“Every time,” she admitted, biting her lip as if she felt scandalized bringing this up.
He let his hand slide to her belly button, then slid it into the V of the zipper and felt the curls of her sex. They were completely soaked and he hissed at that. “You are so wet.”
Her hands gripped him, her body locking as if it was too much to process, and she gave a shuddering gasp. Her hips flexed against his hand. “Oh, Dane. Touch me, please.”
As if he could resist when she begged so very sweetly. With one hand gripping her around her waist, he pulled her closer and dug one blunt finger between the damp curls. She gasped as he grazed her clit, then sank the finger into her hot, silky warmth.
“Mmm, I like that,” she said, and her arms wrapped around his neck, dragging his face down so she could kiss it. Naked and panting, he twisted so her br**sts pushed against his chest, and her hips worked over his hand.
He slid the finger in and out slowly, enjoying the way she moaned and twisted with each small motion.
Her mouth frantically searched along his jaw as he pressed the heel of his palm against her clit and sank his finger in again. Miranda gave a muffled gasp that echoed in his ear right before she bit down on his earlobe, and he thrust his finger into her hot core again. Once, twice, and then she shivered all over, released his ear and buried her face in his neck to muffle her low moan.
Warmth spilled over his palm as she gave a deep gasp and came against his hand, unable to hold out longer. It was incredibly erotic. He continued rubbing her pu**y, enjoying the little quivers and involuntary jerking pulses she made as she came down from her orgasm. Her eyes were closed and the flush had returned to her cheeks and br**sts, and she looked gorgeous in the dappled sunlight.
He didn’t care if this was a mistake. Seeing that open, raw look on Miranda’s face and feeling her come all over his hand? He’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Her brown eyes opened slowly. She smiled up at him, the expression languid and satisfied, as if she’d never felt so good. “We’re getting better and better at that, aren’t we? Soon I’m going to come just from you looking at me.”
Hearing that made him even harder. If he was any harder, he’d start losing blood to his brain. “Where’s the fun in that?”
She gave a throaty, sexy little laugh and slipped out of his arms. “It’s fun for me.”
His hands slid from her body and he watched her move away with a bit of regret. She had the most beautiful br**sts. “But you’ve made me all distracted. That isn’t what I came here for,” she said in a coy voice.
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, no? What are you here for, then?”
The tiny, sly smile remained on her mouth and she reached for his zipper. She pulled it down below his waist, and then her hands went to the top button of his jeans, causing his straining c**k to jump. “Want to guess?”
Dane swallowed hard. Without even a second of hesitation, he reached out and brushed her long brown hair back over her shoulder, where it had fallen over her breast. “Sure.”
“How about I just show you?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him in a look that managed to be playful and sexy all at the same time. And then she dropped to her knees in front of him.
He groaned under his breath as her hands slid to the hard bulge in his jeans where his c**k rose, desperate to be free. “Miranda,” he said softly. “What are you doing?”
She gave him a playful look and undid the buttons of his fly. “I’m touching you.”
His hand went to her hair, tangling in the silky locks. “You are driving me crazy. Are you usually this naughty?”
Her hands slid to the front of his boxers. “Actually, I’m normally just a buttoned-up librarian,” she said and winked up at him. She tugged at the sleeves of his jumpsuit, and he helped her, pulling his arms out. She pushed his clothes down until they bunched at his knees, then followed suit with his jeans and boxers, until all his clothes were pooling at his knees and his c**k was free. The breath of surprise that Miranda sucked in was immensely gratifying. “Oh my,” she breathed, her hands going to cup his balls. Her other hand slid to the base of his cock. “I never get tired of seeing this.” She gave him a pleased look and wrapped her fingers around the base, as if testing the girth.
The squeeze was almost enough to send him over the edge, and he leaned his head back, his hands moving to grip the bark of the tree. He dug in with his fingers. Miranda was amazingly sexy, kneeling before him and handling his cock, and he did not want to blow his wad before he had a chance to thoroughly enjoy himself with what she was offering. “You don’t have to do this,” he mentioned, because he felt like he had to. Just because he’d touched her didn’t mean she had to go down on him.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Like I’m doing this for you.” She leaned in and her breath touched the head of his cock, hot and silky. “I’m doing this for me. Understand?”