Oh yeah, he liked seeing that disappointment. Because it meant that she wanted this as badly as he did. He did it a second time, just to watch that fleeting glimpse of frustration pass over her face.
Her knee nudged against his fingers, and he knew she was spreading her legs wider. “Want to lose the dress?” he asked her huskily.
“If you promise to lose your pants.”
That he could do. He stood up abruptly, watched her prop up on her elbows so she could watch him undress in the firelight, her lips gleaming from his kisses, her legs sprawled open as if waiting for him. He groaned at the sight of her, so eager, and rubbed his hand against the front of his pants. “You are f**king beautiful.”
She smiled up at him. “Don’t distract me. I want to see this.”
He undid his belt—pretty much ruined from the rain anyhow—and flung it aside. His hand went to his zipper and he noticed her eyes flash with excitement. He slowly tugged it down, and dropped his trousers. Her eyes went wide with appreciation at the sight of his erection jutting from his briefs. “Very nice,” she said lightly.
So he dropped his briefs, too.
Her gasp of delight turned into a purr of pleasure. She sat up, and her hands reached for him. “Your cock…is gorgeous.” Her hands reached for him, and then she pulled back, clasping them to her chest, as if concerned. “May I?”
He gave a short, clipped nod. Colt wasn’t stupid. If she wanted to put her hands all over him, he’d gladly let her. The breath in his chest went tight as she sat on her knees and lightly brushed her fingertips over his cock. It bucked against her touch, and it took everything Colt had not to grab her by the hair and force her mouth down on it, f**king her lips and mouth the way he’d daydreamed about all day today as they’d walked.
Time for that later. So he gritted his teeth and thought about other things while she explored him.
“It’s so…thick.”
A guy could get used to a girl saying things like that. “You’ll like how thick it is,” he told her, unable to resist brushing the hair off her shoulder and exposing those thin dress straps again. Those straps were just f**king with his head. He was going to get rid of them, and soon.
As if sensing his thoughts, Beth Ann sat back on her haunches and smiled up at him. “Deal’s a deal.” She tugged at the hem of her dress and pulled the entire thing over her head. As he watched, her br**sts were revealed. Small but tight, he stared at them, then reached out to brush his fingers over one erect nipple. “Gorgeous,” he growled. “Thought you were beautiful before, but this is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled up at him, and gave a shy little laugh. Was she…nervous? At being with him?
He wondered if she’d ever slept with anyone other than that dick Allan. He didn’t want to think about that cockroach touching her. Colt took her by the hands and lifted her to her feet.
“It’s not too late to back out,” he told her softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her shoulder.
She gave a small, anxious chuckle and reached down to grasp his c*ck in her hand. “Something tells me that this part of you won’t understand if I say no.”
He took her hand and placed it over his heart. “This part of me will, though.”
Her mouth trembled a little and she smiled up at him. “I want this,” she admitted. “I’m just a little…”
“Nervous?”
“Can you tell?”
Oh yeah, he could tell. But he suspected she’d be mortified to hear that. So he said, “Nah.” And leaned in to kiss her again. Her hand squeezed on his c*ck as his tongue slicked into her mouth and he groaned. “We gotta kiss like this more often,” he said against her mouth. “Your hands on my c*ck and your tongue in my mouth.”
“Oh?” she said breathlessly, and squeezed his c*ck again. “Feel good? Why don’t you tell me about it?”
“I’ll show you,” he said, and slid his hand to the front of her small thong, and slipped his fingers under the fabric. She was slick and wet, and his entire body jolted at her gasp of surprise. He parted the lips of her p**sy with his fingers and slid them to the front of her sex, searching for her clit. When he lit upon it, her fingers spasmed on his c*ck and she whimpered.
“Feel good?” he asked, unable to stop licking at her mouth. The woman was so f**king erotic.
“Y-yes,” she breathed, her voice coming out in little gasps and whimpers. He leaned in to kiss her again, and when he lightly pressed a kiss against her full, parted mouth, he tapped his finger against her clit. Her lips parted in response, even as her fingers clenched around his cock, subconsciously squeezing and milking it as she responded to her own pleasure. She was so slick and hot that he wanted to bury his face there. Watch her responses when his mouth was deep in her p**sy. Would he get those gasps of delight that he was getting right now? He couldn’t wait to find out.
He flicked at her cl*t again, and she nearly buckled against him.
“Why don’t we lay you back down on the jacket?” he said softly, giving that sweet p**sy a little pat before releasing it. He could have sworn she looked disappointed when his fingers left her body.
But she nodded and slid back down to the raincoat, lying back down. Her tight little br**sts jutted into the air, her n**ples like pink pearls on her chest, her tangled hair like a cloud around her head. God. He wanted to run his mouth all over her body.
But first, he had to search the goddamn shed for condoms. They sometimes kept them in the first-aid kits, since they made great water skins in an emergency, but Colt was pretty sure that he hadn’t seen an extra med kit in the cabin. Damn. Of all the things to be out of. They had goddamn buckets of tinder and not one f**king med kit?
“What’s wrong?” she asked, the sensual, glazed look flicking off her face again, replaced with uncertainty. He immediately wanted to push her down and kiss her until it returned, but he needed this first.
“Condoms,” he said, and ran a hand down his face in frustration, feeling the stubble growing in there.
“Oh,” she said, and that soft, secretive smile lit her face again. “I have a whole box of them.”
He looked down at her, eyes narrowing. “What?”
She waved a hand in the air. “That QuestMaster party. When you paid at the gate, they gave you a bottle of rum and condoms. Most messed up party favors ever.”
“The next time I see one of those guys, I’m going to hug him,” he declared. “Where’d you leave the box?”
“In my bag,” she said with a wiggle, and her fingertips slid to her br**sts, playing with her n**ples.
He paused to stare down at her, dumbfounded, as she touched herself. Fuck, that was gorgeous. He wanted to be doing that for her, though. So he headed quickly to the cabin and got the box. Sure enough. It was soggy from the rain, but the foil-sealed packets inside were intact. He grabbed a few and headed back out to the fire, where Beth Ann was waiting. Sexy, sensual, f**king amazing Beth Ann that he was going to f**k all over that rain slicker in about five minutes.
Provided he could last that long. He was incredibly hard and aching just thinking about what she’d feel like, the tip of his c*ck wet with need.
He tossed the condoms down on the ground nearby and moved back to her. Beth Ann’s arms lifted as he knelt beside her, and her hands caressed his shoulders, then glided over his pecs. She seemed to enjoy touching him. That was good, seeing as how he almost nutted every time he touched her.
“Found them?” she asked breathlessly.
He gave a curt nod. “No more interruptions.” And with that, he kissed her until she was breathless all over again, until she was making those soft noises in her throat. He pulled away for a moment, gazing down at her, at the flush on her face, the tangle of her hair.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“Just looking at you. You’re mighty nice to look at.”
The smile returned to her mouth and she arched her back under him. “I taste pretty good, too.”
“Let’s find out,” he whispered huskily, and dipped down to taste one beaded nipple. Her little gasp of shock was incredibly erotic. And fuck, but she tasted sweet. The tiny bud was tight and hard, and he licked it, enjoying the feel of it against his tongue, and her little panting responses. His hand moved to her other breast and plumped it, cupping the slight weight and then skimming his thumb over the curve of it.
She moaned and arched underneath him. “Colt…your mouth.”
“Like it?” He lightly kissed the tip of her breast, and then slid to the valley between them, nuzzling the soft flesh there, before moving to her other breast and nipping the tip of it, ready to give it just as much attention as its companion.
Beth Ann’s nails raked over his shoulders, digging into his skin, and she whimpered. Firelight flickered over her creamy skin, and her bellybutton was dipped in shadow. He suddenly wanted to touch it, and brushed his knuckle over it, even as he scored her nipple with his teeth again.
Her h*ps lifted in response. “Please,” she murmured. “Colt, please. I need you.” As he watched, her hand began to slide down to her p**sy, to tease her cl*t as he feasted on her br**sts.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured, and his hand moved to cover hers.
She froze in place, her hand fluttering under his as she tried to pull away. “Sorry,” she said, and her voice was mortified.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her once more, wanting that anxiety to disappear from her face. With his hand, he pushed her fingers between her legs. “Just wanted to remind you that this is a joint effort, darlin’.”
His fingers pushed against hers, and together, they parted the hot, wet folds of her sex, delving deep. She inhaled sharply and her hand relaxed under his. She was going to let him guide her. Her eyes were open wide, and she stared up at him, even as he kissed that full, delicious mouth.
Colt pressed her fingers over her clit. Pushed, and then stroked back and forth, rolling the small nub with the movement. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and an aching, intense look swept over her face. “Oh, sweet lord.”
He gently moved her fingers back and forth, his fingers using hers to stroke that sensitive bud. Her mouth parted, her eyes shut, her head tilted back as he rubbed her cl*t slowly, surely, evenly. The movements were measured and precise, and he knew that would drive her crazy over time as she wanted more, needed more. And f**k if she wasn’t beautiful in her intensity. He watched her, writhing, h*ps raising in response to each measured stroke of his fingers. Her breath was coming in sharp little pants of need. He leaned down and kissed her neck, enjoying the tremors that rocked through her body. Her legs had fallen open wide, and she lay splayed beneath him, totally open to his touch, his cock—whatever he wanted to do to her, she’d let him. He liked the thought of that.
Her hand jerked under his, her fingers flexing. She made a soft, little circling motion with her fingers over her clit, and he felt her body stiffen. Ah. She was going to come. He wanted to watch this. Colt raised his head and his fingers pressed down harder on hers, and he mimicked the swirling motion she’d done. Her breath caught. He forced her to rub harder, faster, and then she bit her lip. She inhaled sharply, then exhaled hard, and the circles she was rubbing grew tighter, and harder, her eyes squeezed shut. He felt her legs tighten a little, felt her quiver, and then she let out a long, slow breath, a sigh of relief. Her legs relaxed and her fingers stopped their rubbing.