something he was not really good at. Somehow he needed to lead her toward admitting what she desired.
Jen stepped closer. “What do I want to do? What’s the point of asking, when it’s the same thing you want?”
Still, he waited.
“You do want it, don’t you?” Uncertainty tainted her voice.
“Want what, honey? Tell me.”
“Make love to me, Matt. Please.”
Heat shot through him at her words, and flared again when her lip trembled. He closed the last few inches between them but restrained himself from doing more than smile down at her.
Her fingertips stroked the bare skin of his lower arms, and continued up over his sleeves, across his shoulder and down his chest. With one hand she toyed with the top button on his shirt, working it free and slipping her fingers inside. “You’re so warm.”
Rising on her toes, she planted a kiss on the spot she’d bared. Matt grasped her arms, helping her balance, then dropped his hands to her waist.
Pushing her away, he said, “Not here. Come with me.”
He realized as he stepped off the main path that he’d meant this to be her plan, but since her plan seemed to be making love in the open, he was reverting to his own. Leading the way, ducking under branches and holding others aside for Jen, he led her to the clearing he hoped was still there.
Shadows lengthened around them as the forest shut out the rest of the world. If they were quiet, no one would notice them. Soon darkness would have deepened enough to completely hide them .
“Is this…?” She glanced at the small space between the ferns and trees.
“You recognize it?”
“How could I forget the place we first made love? I’m more surprised you remember.”
He tugged on her hand, pulling her hard against him. “Did I really come across as that shallow?”
Her palms softened from bracing against his chest, and she rubbed her thumbs across his nipples through his shirt. “Not at all. I just thought it was a girl-thing to remember that kind of stuff. I didn’t know guys cared.”
Stroking her hair, he inhaled the sweet floral scent of her hair. “You’ve been with the wrong guys.”
Even before she stiffened, he knew he’d said the wrong thing. “Damn. Baby, I’m sorry. I’m not going to bring him up again. As of this moment, our pasts are locked away. We have today, tomorrow…”
“Let’s focus on right now.”
Holding her face between his hands, he kissed the corner of her mouth, then ran his tongue along the edge of her upper lip before planting a kiss on the other side. He felt her smile, heard her purr.
She shifted against him, opening her legs to straddle one of his. With a whimper, she sought his mouth, kissing him back, fucking his mouth with her tongue. He grasped her ass, lifting her slightly and she rocked against his thigh.
Tugging at his shirt, she bared his chest and licked her way across it. He groaned, loving her taking control. It took all his willpower not to rip off her clothes and lay her down in the grass.
Jen licked and nipped her way down his abs to the waistband of his shorts, then quickly got them out of her way, dropping his briefs right after.
Matt sucked in a gasp, not from cool night air, but from the urgency with which she moved. Her hands wrapped around his thighs, holding him in place as she blew gently on his erection. “Fuck, baby, don’t tease me like that.”
A light giggle answered him, and then a swipe of her tongue. His shaft jerked at the touch that passed too quickly. Her hand wrapped around the base and he swelled even more.
“That’s good.” His voice sounded strained .
She took him deep into her hot, wet mouth, her moans vibrating deep inside him and spreading outward. As hard as he tried not to, he needed to pump deeper. Her tongue toyed with him before she drew back, her hand following.
With the flat of her tongue, she lapped at the tip. He cupped the back of her head, more for balance than control. He was lovin’ what she was
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