There was a yank at my dress and the front split open. Bones’ mouth left a hot trail down my neck to my breast, his fangs deliciously grazing my skin. A strangled moan tore out of me when he pushed my bra down and sucked hard on my nipple. Throbs of desire so acute they were almost painful burned in me.
I moved my hand between our tightly molded bodies with the single-minded intent of destroying his pants. Then all thought fled as his fingers slid under my panties to push into me. I arched back hard enough to hit my head on whatever I was propped against, harsh cries of need spilling from me. My loins twisted in pleasure with each new rub, the intensity inside me building—until his hand was gone, leaving me wet and aching.
“I can’t wait,” Bones muttered fiercely.
If speaking was still in my control, I would have immediately agreed. But all my vocal abilities were used on gasping at the unbelievable sensations his fingers caused. Bones shifted, I heard another rip, and then he thrust deeply inside me. His mouth claimed mine at the same instant, muffling my cry at the ecstasy of his hard flesh filling me. Then there was the sweetest edge of pain as he began to move rhythmically, almost roughly, inside me.
My mind was seized with a single jumbled rant: Harder-faster-more-yes! It was all I could think as I clawed at his back, desperate to somehow get closer. Bones’ arm was under my hips, holding me tighter even as the solidness at my back rocked with our movements. Between his kiss, my grip, and that unknown brace, I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the escalating passion within that had my nerve endings contracting and twisting in a frenzy.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I cried, but it came out as only a garbled shout against his mouth. Bones must have translated, however, because he ramped up his speed until I wasn’t even sure I was still conscious. Spasms began to shake me from the inside out as my body convulsed with the overload of pleasure. I heard Bones groan, barely audible above the thundering of my heartbeat, and then moments later felt the wetness of his release inside me.
It took a few minutes before I could speak. “Something’s jabbing me... in the back.”
I was still panting. Bones wasn’t, of course, that whole not needing to breathe thing. He pulled me away and then glanced at the offending object.
“Twig.”
Finally I looked behind me. Yes, there was a tree. With a very smashed twig on the front of it.
My legs slid down from his waist until I was standing once again. I glanced at my dress. Ruined. Guess I couldn’t complain, not with how Bones’ shirt was in strips. Then I looked—belatedly—around the parking lot to see if we’d just given anyone a free show. No one was nearby gawking, thank God. Good thing this store closed early and Bones had chosen a tree in an unlit area.
“That took the edge off years of deprivation,” I murmured, still basking in the residual tingles.
Bones had been kissing my neck. At my words, he stopped. “Years?” he asked quietly.
I felt inexplicably shy all of a sudden. Yeah, with what just happened, shyness didn’t make sense, but it was true. It was one thing to risk getting caught with my pants down—literally—in public during the heat of the moment. Quite another to get caught with my previous celibacy swinging in the breeze.
Still, it was too late to take it back. I took in a deep breath. “Yes. Noah was the first guy I dated since you, and we didn’t... well. We didn’t. Enough said.”
Bones slid his hands up my arms in a slow caress. “It wouldn’t have mattered if there’d been other men since me, Kitten. Oh, I’d have cared, make no mistake, but in the end, it wouldn’t have mattered. Yet you’ll forgive me if I confess to being very, very glad that there weren’t.”
He kissed me, long and searching. Then he pulled away with a noise of resignation. “We need to get out of here, luv. Soon someone will stumble across us.”
Yeah, and with a dead body across the parking lot, if it was a police officer, we’d get charged with a whole lot more than indecent exposure.
“Bones.” I paused. Okay, I had no right to ask, since I’d dumped him and given him written instructions to get on with his life. But I couldn’t stop myself. “I’ll say the same thing, it doesn’t matter, but... what about you? I’d rather know than wonder.”
He met my eyes squarely. “Once. Close enough to count. I’m not going to be all Clinton about it and call it by a different name. After Chicago, when I left you that watch but you didn’t come to me, I was very out of sorts. Thought perhaps you’d truly forgotten me, or didn’t care. At the same time, an old lover of mine was in town. She invited me to her room, and I went.”
He stopped at that, but I couldn’t let it go. How typical of me.
“And then?”
Even though his gaze didn’t waver, his expression tightened. “She and I were in bed, I’d tasted her, and then I stopped before it went further. I’d been imagining she was you, and I couldn’t pretend any longer. So I apologized and left.”