“You’ll thank me later when you’re shivering with cold and I’m dry.”
“Will you warm me with your body heat?”
“Damn straight.”
She closed her eyes and let the rain fall over her, face to the sky. Her breasts were visible through the wet material of her shirt, her nipples hard, and I could see every contour, every line and curve. The water raced rivulets down her cheeks like tears, but her smile was quiet and private.
“I might get lonely out here.”
“I’m watching you,” I said. “I like watching you.”
“I like you watching me,” she said. She lifted her hair off her shoulders and her breasts rose too.
I sucked in a breath, and fought the urge to go to her. To put my hands on her.
Wait. Just wait… And watch.
Kacey let her hands fall and opened her eyes. Her lips were parted, water dripped off her chin, and she slowly ran her tongue along her bottom lip. Her eyes never leaving mine, her hands rose again, this time to her shirt. She unbuttoned the top four buttons but no more, revealing the perfect valley of smooth skin between her breasts. Her fingertips pulled aside the soaked material and traced over one hard nipple.
“Jesus…” I said, my voice hoarse with want.
Her hand slipped down low, to the edge of the shirt, lifting it. A dull ache settled in my groin, and my mouth went dry as if I were dying of thirst, and there she was, drenched in rain water.
“Come here,” I said.
“If I do, will you touch me?” she asked, her fingers brushing over the bare flesh between her thighs.
“Yes,” I said, on my knees.
“Will you put your mouth on me?”
“Yes.”
Her fingers moved in a slow circle. “Here?”
“God, yes.”
She slowly came toward me, her hands undoing the rest of the buttons. The last one parted as she reached the mouth of the tent, and the shirt dropped from her shoulders to the ground.
“You’re right,” she said, falling into the towel I held out. “I’m cold.”
I wrapped her up and pulled her in, down to her knees, my mouth finding hers immediately. Her skin was cold but the heat of her tongue sliding against mine…
“Kacey…want you…”
I kissed her, my hands running the towel over her body, drying her skin and leaving it warm and soft.
“You smell like rain,” I said, moving my mouth between her breasts. She moaned softly as I took one nipple, warming it with my tongue and then nipping and sucking to keep it hard.
“Jonah… God, what are you doing to me?”
Her fingers twisted in my hair as I moved to the other breast, sucking and grazing my teeth while I dried her back and her hips. Then I hooked an arm around her waist and laid her on the floor of the tent. I dragged the towel over her stomach, down, between her thighs, down each leg in turn, and then flung it away. She lay open and spread before me, her lips parted slightly and her eyes glazed with desire. I wanted to strip naked and plunge into her, satisfy the ache. But there was something electric and powerful about my being fully clothed while she lay naked beneath me.
And yet I was hers completely. She owned me. No other woman had ever made me feel like this: undone, completely unraveled and yet complete. Kacey made me whole. Healthy. Invincible. And my body was desperate to show her.
I knelt over her, lowered my mouth to hers, and our tongues met in a brazen, raw kiss. She reached for my erection, stroked me through the material of my pants and I groaned at the touch. I wanted to squeeze her hand around me hard, to have that release…
“I want this to be good for you…” I breathed.
“It’s already good,” she said, nipping my lower lip.
I shook my head. “I can do better than good.” I lowered my mouth to her ear. “I want to make you come so hard the entire fucking valley hears you.”
I took her wrists and pinned them above her head. Our eyes met and held, hers mirroring the lust in mine. I kissed her again, hard and rough, and she undulated beneath me, her hips straining up to meet mine, pushing against my hands pinning her.
Releasing her wrists, I dragged my tongue and teeth down the smooth skin of her throat, between her breasts, blazing open-mouthed kisses along her stomach. When I reached her thighs, she was whimpering, and I took a moment to breathe her in, draw out the moment a half-second more, before bending my head to her and tasting her.
She cried out, her hips rising, back arching. I swirled my tongue over her most sensitive flesh, forgetting the raging need coursing through my veins like a wildfire. I delved deeper, harder, my mouth exploring her until she screamed my name.
Yes, I thought. Yes. Louder… Her body tensed, her back arched. Her hand dropped on my head and pulled me deeper into her while she came on my tongue, her voice filling up the tent. I could’ve stayed right there but then she pushed up on her elbows, breathless and spent.