He’d held back for so long. Having Sophie challenge him like this drove him out of his mind. He bent his head and kissed her before she managed to say something they’d both regret.
She met him with a matching ferocity that caught him by surprise. She’d always been sweet, sunny, light. But this hunger of hers met him halfway and pushed him past any reason he’d ever managed to think of for why they would be better off with distance between them.
“It’s a good thing you packed a go bag,” he murmured against her lips.
“Mmm?” She nipped the corner of his mouth. “Why are we using words right now?”
He chuckled, and she stilled in his arms, wary. “It means you have extra clothes.”
He gripped the fabric of her shirt and found her gaze, made sure her wide brown eyes were locked on him. Fabric tore. Fell to the ground around her. She gasped. Her pupils dilated. And everything in him roared up in a wave of desire. Holding her gaze, he stripped out of his own clothes, enjoying the hunger growing in her expression.
He bent then, wrapping his arms around her thighs, and lifted her. She held on to his shoulders as he carried her back into the bedroom she’d come out of and dropped her on the bed, enjoying the way her pert breasts bounced as she landed.
“Pretty. Very pretty.” He leaned over her, placing a hand on either side of her hips.
She lay back as he climbed onto the bed with her, sighing and tugging at his shoulders. He pressed a kiss low on her abdomen, and then another one just above her navel. The next kiss was higher, but he opened his mouth to suck because he needed to taste her. Her skin was cool against his tongue, fresh and tasting of a hint of salt.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she pressed her head back as he nuzzled the underside of her breasts through her bra. He grinned up at her. “Blue lace suits you. I like lace.”
She let out a breathless laugh. “I know.”
He continued to nuzzle and nudge the undersides of her breasts through the lace, enjoying the texture of the soft fabric and the give of her flesh. He caught the edge of the fabric over the curve of her breast and tugged with his teeth.
Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, and her thighs rose on either side of him as she squirmed under him. “Don’t rip this one. I don’t have that many with me, and I need my bras.”
He wanted to argue. The idea of Sophie walking around the cabin for the next couple of days with no bras was very fun. It’d come up while he’d been driving, and he’d struggled to banish it to the back of his mind. Now, well, it was very enticing.
Instead, he licked the curve of her breast above the lace. Then he gently caught the edge of the fabric in his teeth again and tugged it down. Her already taut nipple popped free, and he grinned.
She gasped. “You have a very naughty expression right now, like a kid about to steal a piece of ca—”
He closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked. Hard.
She called out and arched against him. Her thighs closed on his and squeezed. He held her steady under him all the while, enjoying the feel of her nipple against his tongue. After a long moment, he eased back and laved her nipple in long licks.
She blinked her eyes and opened her mouth to speak, but he switched to lick and tease at her other nipple. Her lids shuttered closed again.
“Mmm.” He tickled her nipple with short, firm strokes of the tip of his tongue. “I think your left nipple is more sensitive than your right. I’m intrigued.”
“You’re mean.” She gritted her teeth and buried her fingers into his hair.
He chuckled.
This time, he suckled one while he played with her other between his thumb and forefinger. Every flick of his tongue, every tug of his fingers, made her writhe more under him.
“Touch me.” Her command was desperate, not a request.
He paused, struggled to keep enough control to listen to what she wanted. “Where?”
“Everywhere!”
He liked a challenge. He rose up off her then and pulled her up to kneel on the bed with him. He gave her a long, lingering kiss, then coaxed her to turn until she was facing the headboard of the bed.
Behind her, he curved his hands around her ribs. “Trust me.”
She let her head fall back against his shoulder.
He pressed a kiss against her jaw and let his hands begin to roam. Across her shoulders and along her arms, back to her torso and over the curve of her back. He reveled in the softness of her skin and the slight curves of her body. He pressed against her back, maximizing the points of contact.
It took a minute to help her get her medical boot off, then her pants. “You still wear the cute ones with the cartoon on the back.”
Her skin flushed. “Yes.”
Today was a bunny. Her tight butt was covered in the cutest cartoon of a bunny he’d ever laid eyes on.
He grazed the shell of her ear with his teeth. She shuddered in pleasure. “I like it.”
He helped her out of those, too, and then she was naked. Kneeling and holding the headboard, trembling at his every touch.
Wow.
He spread his hands on the backs of her thighs, cupping below her bottom. When he squeezed, she trembled more and whimpered. “You like this?”