He did. “In that case,” he said, digging his fingers into the bark harder so he wouldn’t reach out and touch her and somehow ruin this moment, “be my guest.”
From below his waist, Miranda grinned. She leaned in and gave his c**k another squeeze, then slid forward and swiped at the head of it with her tongue. Her tongue flicked against the crown, tasting the drop of liquid beaded there. He groaned. Goddamn. He held his breath, unwilling to do anything to spoil the moment. His entire body tensed, waiting for her to lean forward again and take more of him into her mouth.
And she did. She moved in and the head slid past her lips, into the wet, sucking cavern of her mouth. He could feel her tongue tickle the vein on the underside of his cock, and she pumped the base as she pulled him farther into her mouth.
Dane panted, his gaze glued to her intent face. She looked as if she was concentrating hard, as if she wanted to get it just right. For him. The expression on her face was driving him almost as crazy as the feel of her tongue against his cock. He felt her suck him all the way into her mouth, felt the head of his c**k butt against the back of her throat, and then she released him, pulling away before pumping the base and sliding him deep into her mouth again in one long, sinuous motion.
She was amazing. That playful look was back on her face again as she let his c**k fall from her mouth, then rubbed the head of it on her lips. He wanted to f**k her mouth, to f**k the playfulness off of her face and have her return to that intense look that he liked better than anything. The intense look that told him she was concentrating so hard because she was so very distracted.
When her lips curved around the tip of his c**k again, he put a hand to her hair and tangled it there, guiding her head. Would she like this? Some women didn’t.
She gave a little moan of pleasure around his c**k and let him lead as he f**ked her mouth, stroking into it over and over again. He noticed that as she worked his cock, she pushed her br**sts against his thighs, making sure that her ni**les scraped against his skin repeatedly.
He reached down to help her with that, his other hand moving to tease the curve of one breast, rubbing against a nipple. She arched her back and leaned in to his touch, and he felt the low groan in the back of her throat against his cock, still buried deep in her mouth. He loved touching her. The way she felt, the way she responded—there was something about Miranda that just drove him crazy with lust. He wanted to see her come again, to see her eyes flutter as she rocked into another orgasm.
“Touch yourself, Miranda,” he murmured, his hand tangling in her hair again, guiding her back and forth as her mouth stroked his cock. “I want to see you touch yourself.” Her hand had been teasing his balls and it fluttered on his thigh.
She looked up at him with those brown eyes, and then her hand slid into her jumpsuit. She rolled her hips and gave another whimper, and he tweaked a nipple as he drove into her mouth again. “You are just about the hottest thing I have ever seen,” he murmured, unable to stop touching her. One hand anchored in her hair, guiding her head, and the other skimmed along her breast again, then her arm, her cheek, anywhere he could touch her, to let her know how much he liked her mouth on his cock.
Her hand began to work frantically between her legs, her hips giving that delicious shiver he was starting to recognize as Miranda being close to an orgasm, and it made his entire body surge. She was about to come again, just from taking him in her mouth, pleasuring him.
The thought drove him wild, and he began to go over the edge. His balls tightened and he nearly lost it, but froze, breathing hard. “Miranda…I’m about to come. Do you want me to…”
In response, her hand stole out from between her legs and she cupped his balls, toying with them with her fingers. Her mouth sucked down on his c**k and she pulled him deeper into her throat.
That was enough for him. Hand tangled hard in her hair, he pumped into her mouth and came, groaning her name as he did so. Cum shot down her throat but she didn’t tear away from him, and he finished with a heavy breath, his c**k sliding away from her lips as she closed her mouth and swallowed all that he’d given her. Her hand fluttered between her legs again, working her sex as she tried to come again.
He pulled her up to her feet and she stopped, but he guided her hand back between her legs. Her eyes met his and he leaned in and kissed her neck as she stroked her flesh. When he bit her, hard, on the neck, she came in a soft little scream.
She collapsed in his arms, as if the orgasm had made her totally boneless, and he cradled her and helped her slip to the ground. He expected her to sit up, brush off, something. Instead, she lay back in the grass and the leaves and gave the most sultry, satisfied giggle he had ever heard.
He moved to sit next to her, a hint of a smile touching his mouth at her satisfied expression. “What was that laugh for?”
The look on Miranda’s face was dreamy. “I was just thinking I should have done that days ago.”
That had not been what he expected to hear from her. He watched her, her br**sts pointed up to the skies, her hair pooled back behind her, and in that moment, Dane was truly and utterly caught.
Hell. When he got back to the base camp, he was going to have to tell Colt and Grant that he’d been messing around with one of their new clients.
Because there was no way he was letting Miranda Hill get away from him again. He grinned at the thought. He’d tell them when he got back. They’d understand…eventually.
The little minx glanced over at him, and smiled. “Your pants are still down around your ankles.”
“You’re still naked under your jumpsuit,” he rebutted.
“Mmm, true.” She looked as if she didn’t care. She didn’t move to cover her br**sts. “You know, I’ve decided I like the woods,” she said softly.
“And why is that?” Dane hitched his boxers back up around his waist, and then his pants.
“No prying eyes,” she said with a light sigh, as if it were the most blissful thing in the world. “It’s just you and nature. No nosy townspeople.” Her fingers played with a leaf near her head.
He chuckled at the thought. Now she sounded like him. It was the very reason he’d gone off the grid in the wilds of Alaska—he just wanted to get away from everyone. To never see another city again. People hadn’t understood his decision at the time—they’d assumed he’d go to Hollywood and cash in on his notoriety. It was just another part of Miranda’s appeal that she felt the same way he did. Though it was odd that she had a reason to. “Someone in town giving you a hard time?”