She hadn’t even done that as a teenager.
Lower lip caught between her teeth, she got one leg over, then the next, and dropped easily onto the grass in her tennis-shoe-clad feet. All she wore above that were panties and a strappy sundress over which she’d thrown a light cardigan. It was a very deliberate choice of outfit. Nayna wanted Raj’s hands on her body and she planned to be brazen about it—after she finished being flustered by his masculine beauty.
Since she had no intention of leaving the window up as an invitation for any opportunistic burglar who might be wandering the streets looking for a chance, she carefully pulled it all the way down. She’d have to sneak back in via the kitchen door—if Aji could do it without being busted, so could she.
Raj was waiting for her at the end of the drive, smelling of soap and freshness, his hair damp but his jaw still scruffy. Her insides clenched. And clenched even harder when he ran his hand down her back and leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Come for a ride in my truck.”
A gorgeous hunk of a man was luring her into his truck in the dark of night while all she wore was a thin layer of cotton and not much else. “Let’s go.”
He didn’t kiss her when he boosted her up into his truck, but his eyes smoldered so hot that she felt singed. Hauling himself up on the other side, he shut the door and pulled out. Throat dry, Nayna rubbed her palms down her thighs as the radio played slow night music, and tried not to wriggle in her seat.
“Nayna.” His voice held a warning.
Startled and all but bursting out of her skin, she said, “What?”
“Stop wriggling.” The words were extremely calm, but a muscle jumped in his jaw.
As Nayna had already learned, Raj wasn’t actually calm when he got like this. To test her theory, she crossed her legs, causing the sundress to ride up a little.
He slammed through the gear change, the truck’s tires squealing as he turned the corner of a deserted road. Nayna’s entire body sizzled. “Where are you taking me?” she asked belatedly.
The muscles in his arms stood out as he spoke, his big body all but humming. “A private place.”
It proved to be a hilltop that looked out over one of the wild west coast beaches… and was currently utterly deserted, not another human or human habitation in sight. “How do you know about this place?” It wasn’t an official parking lot or route; she’d seen no signs, no streetlights along the last part of the drive.
“I worked on a site not far from here. Found it one day while checking out the area.” Turning off the lights and the engine, he opened his car door.
Not sure what he intended, Nayna stayed put until he came around and opened her door. But when she swiveled her legs around to get out too, he stopped her by putting his hands on her thighs and stroking upward. Nayna’s panties went embarrassingly damp at the rough caress of his touch and she waited, breath tight in her throat, to see how far he’d go.
To a dangerous edge, then back.
Again and again.
Watching his hands and her trembling thighs the entire time.
When he lifted his head, his gaze was way beyond a smolder. “Wait,” he nearly growled, then left her to go get something from the back of his truck.
She sucked in a breath when he rolled out a thick outdoor blanket onto the ground, her heart drumming in her chest.
Raj came to her, put his hands on her waist. “Yes?”
Nayna nodded. Wherever this led, she wasn’t about to back away. She placed her own hands on his shoulders, and he swung her down to the ground, then shut the door behind her. Feeling awkward, Nayna turned to him. “What—”
He slammed his mouth down on hers, his hands hauling her hips to close the final distance between them. A second of shocked surprise and then Nayna was rising on tiptoe and kissing him back just as hungrily, her breasts crushed against the hard planes of his chest. When he rumbled something and took them to the blanket, she cooperated fully.
Then his weight was over her, though he was careful to brace himself so he didn’t crush her, and she was being kissed like she was his air and he couldn’t breathe. Nayna gripped his hair, stroked his nape, and kissed him back with all the frustrated passion inside her. When she bent one leg at the knee, he took advantage of the position to stroke the back of her thigh, going all the way to the edge of her panties.
Her pulse hitched, her cardigan suddenly stifling. “I have to take this off,” she gasped out after breaking the kiss.
Rising off her, he gave her room enough to get the garment off and was back before she could ask him to strip off his tee. God, he was so hot, so hard. His erection was blatant, the hand he ran up her thigh and to her hip confident. Finally breaking the kiss as he played with the lace side of her panties, his chest heaving as hard as hers, he looked into her eyes.
Whatever he saw there had him stroking his hand around her hip and under her panties to cup her bare cheek. Shyness threatened to drench her. She tugged at his T-shirt in a desperate fight to stave it off. Getting the hint, he rose and got rid of it before settling right back into his previous position, her bare cheek in his hand and all.
His fingers moved, stroking.
She swallowed and ran her hands down his chest, glorying in him. When she rose to press kisses across his skin, he shuddered. She loved how he tasted, the inherent masculine scent of him below the freshness of soap intoxicating. Squeezing the part of her he held, he dropped his mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling his way down.
“I’ve been dreaming about seeing these breasts again,” he said against her skin as he tugged one strap of the sundress over her shoulder.
Her breast popped out, her nipple the picture of enthusiasm.
Raj closed his hand over it, squeezed. When she moaned, he smiled—and oh, that slow, sexy smile was even more glorious than she’d imagined and it scrambled her brain until she forgot to be embarrassed or shy as he tugged off the other strap, then pulled both down her arms, leaving her dress crumpled at her waist.
“I always seem to end up like this around you,” she whispered against his throat.
Raj pushed up off his hands with the ease of a man in peak physical condition. “I’m not complaining,” he rumbled, his eyes taking in the sight of her laid out like an invitation. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
The rough-edged comment hit her hard, made her boneless.
When he came back down on her and dropped his mouth to first one breast then the other, she gripped his hair and held on for the ride. Her hips jerked up convulsively against him, but he didn’t seem to mind, sliding one arm behind her back and arching her even further for his wet, suckling kisses.
Her breasts would be red tomorrow from the scrapes of his teeth and the roughness of his stubble and she just wanted more. Wrapping one leg around his back, she luxuriated in the feel of his muscles moving underneath, fluid and controlled at the same time.
“Raj,” she whispered when the sensations became too intense, a strange emptiness at her core. “I need you.”
His mouth was on her own before the sentence ended, his arms wrapping tight around her and flipping them over so that she lay on top of him, her breasts flat against his chest, her dress in danger of totally falling off, his erection a rigid brand against her. Without warning, like a switch being flicked that made her feel buried under a flood of sensation, it was all too much for her starved body and she ducked her head against his neck.
Breath ragged, he stroked her back.
After all they’d done together, it was the kiss he pressed to her temple that made her eyes sting, it was so violently tender. “Sorry,” she whispered.