She straightened her shoulders and kept her gaze straight ahead, but I didn’t miss the way goosebumps that had nothing to do with the weather broke out on her skin down the valley of her breasts, highlighted by the v-neck sweater I couldn’t wait to get off her.
“There’s nothing to admit.” Her voice came out husky. “I’m not now, nor have I ever been, jealous of anyone shoving their barely-covered boobs into your face and asking you to sign them, or servers checking out your ass when you walk away, or women in coffee shops who want to score a free coffee.”
My smile widened with each replay of past events. She’d catalogued it all. “For someone who’s not jealous, you definitely kept a file of every time a woman has talked to me around you.” I dropped my hand to her arm, running it down the length of the soft fabric barrier between our skin.
Did she realize she was leaning into my touch? She shivered. “Damage control is a thing. I need to know what level of a potential shitstorm I’m working with when it comes to you.” She hefted the ax and I dipped my head to the other side of her face to get out of the way.
Letting my body blanket her back, I whispered in her ear, “You’re not my babysitter.” I plucked the raised ax from her grip and let it fall to the ground.
“No, I’m not. I’m your fake fiancée.” She spun, pushing me back, glaring, her breathing heavy from the exertion of throwing. But the maelstrom brewing in her eyes told me it was the same thing that made my skin prickle with awareness at her closeness and crave more of her warmth.
“Damn right you are, and don’t think I haven’t seen every time a guy checks out your ass when you walk by. Or at the concert when they couldn’t stop looking at you. Or how my daydreams are now filled with you in the shower washing blue paint out of your hair. My erection could’ve held that yurt up all on its own. What do you think about that, Gingersnap? Still jealous?”
Her eyes shifted from wide and comical to hooded. Birds chirped overhead. Fiery crackling had always been there, but it had transformed into a beast that would only be sated by one thing. How long would it take to get back to somewhere private? Somewhere I could make her scream my name?
“People are only jealous of things they can’t have.”
I didn’t have a chance to debate the meaning of those words before her lips crashed into mine.
Recovery of my senses took a whole half a second, and that was too long. Like a rubber band held taut, stretching the lengths of its ability to withstand the pressure, we snapped, colliding.
Her hands were around my neck, in my hair, and her tongue danced with mine. A forceful and hungry kiss. Her lips were soft and sweet, so much better than I’d imagined all those times I’d caught myself staring at them.
My hands were up and under her sweater, wrapped around her back and pressing her soft, supple body against my chest. Through her sweater and bra, her nipples were hard and I needed to taste them like I needed to devour every inch of her.
She made a mewling sound that sent even more blood rushing to my cock. The denim confines were a torture I’d endure for the sake of touching and tasting her.
I broke our kiss. “Do you want to—”
“Yes.” She strained to press her lips to mine again.
I leaned back. “My cock is so hard for you I can barely walk. We’re not going to make it back to our room.”
“I don’t care.” She held onto the sides of my face and delved right back into the kiss.
Barely breaking our kiss, her shirt was up and over her head, her hair flopping into her face. I brushed it back and drew her back in and against me.
Her hands tugged at my shirt, making quick work of the thermal. And her fingers were like magic, unbuckling my belt, the jingle of the metal sending shivers down my spine.
“Where?” She bit her lip, tugging down my zipper.
My gaze zeroed in on the flat surfaces available. The leaf-covered ground. A tree. The ax-throwing targets.
Lifting her off the ground, I wrapped her legs around my waist. I kicked out the legs of the target and slammed my back into it. Leaves fluttered around us as the flat, heavy target toppled over like a felled tree, giving me a raised platform off the ground. Keeping one hand on her ass, I pulled my shirt up and over my head. I flung my shirt over the smooth wood.
Zara worked her hand into my boxers. The cold rasp of her fingers against my skin sent my pulse skyrocketing.
“Good god.” Her eyes widened as she worked her hands up and down my length.
I had to get my hands on her. I had to taste her. I had to have her.
31
Zara
Outdoor sex? Who knew it was my thing? I sure as hell hadn’t. Or maybe Leo was my thing. The throbbing between my thighs hadn’t faded for a single second since Leo had wrapped his arms around me, leaving me breathless and electrifying my skin.
“Zara, I need to fuck you.”
My mouth watered as I rocked my hand down over the thick crown of his cock. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to get him into my mouth, but we’d save that for round two. Right now was all about the main attraction.
“For once, we’re in complete agreement.”
Leo tugged me forward by the waistband of my jeans. Damnit, I should’ve worn a skirt. He didn’t waste any time dragging them down my legs and pulling me down onto him. With a practiced move so welcome I didn’t even have time for jealousy, he produced a condom and rolled it on.
He tightened his hands around my waist, dragging me forward until my bent legs were on either side of his. “Next time we do this I’m eating you out until you come on my lips screaming my name.”
“Again, no argument from me.”
“Then come here, Gingersnap.” His fingers sunk into my hips. Thick, callused fingers crafted over years of dedication and hard work were now devoted to my pleasure.
I ran the head of his cock up and down my soaking seam.
His grip tightened, fingers teetering on the edge of painful. He was at the end of his rope. So was I.
But the heady power of having him on the brink heightened my excitement. The goosebumps all over my body intensified every stroke and rub.
A happy sigh broke free from my lips as I dropped my weight, allowing the mushroom tip of his cock to stretch me. The blunt thickness of him stole my breath away and made it hard to concentrate on anything except where our bodies were joined. Being on top, I had complete control of my descent, but the shallow thrusts of Leo’s hips sent my back bowing.
Every inch, thick and weighty, set off nerve endings I didn’t know existed, and I sank onto Leo, shuddering as his stomach ground against my clit. Fully seated on his cock, I tried to gather my senses and remember how all my limbs worked. Everything in my universe was now centered on the desperate, demanding race for the blissed-out feelings coursing through my body that I never wanted to end.
“You’re killing me. I’m fucking dying you’re so tight.” He locked eyes with me saying it like an accusation. As if death by outdoor sex had been my plan all along.
“Are you going to talk or are you going to fuck me?”
His hooded gaze snapped open with fingers biting into my ass as a pleasurable punishment for teasing. In a fluid motion that disoriented me, he stood, taking my full body weight with him and settling me back onto the thermal-covered target.