Page 39 of Reckless

Instead, I slow the kiss, cradling her face, and tracing the delicate curve of her jaw. She responds, her hands gliding up my chest, feeling the steady thrum of my heartbeat under her touch. My fingers feather over the soft skin of her collarbone, to the hollow of her throat, and I feel her pulse against my palm.

The world outside ceases to exist. All the concerns about being identified, the fear of Krista being hurt. There is only the sensation of our lips moving together. The electric connection that sparked with every look between us until this point.

The kiss grows more urgent, hungrier, and she presses closer. The tips of her breasts graze my chest, driving me wild. My fingers itch to move and touch her there, to feel the weight of them in my palms. It’s going to go past the point of no return and I’m not sure we’re ready for that, but this feels fucking amazing, having her in my arms, her lips on mine.

Krista pulls back, tilting her head up so her eyes meet mine. Our breath mingles. We are still so close, the air charged between us. This intoxicating pull towards each other isn’t going away. And I get the feeling this one kiss set fire to any idea we will not act on the attraction.

Right or wrong, I want to feel her mouth on mine. I need to do this again.

Krista drops her forehead and buries her face in my neck. I feel, as well as hear, the deep inhale she takes. We sit like that, holding on and breathing together.

“How far is it to the next campground?” I ask.

“About an hour,” she says, her breath warm on my throat.

“Do we have to leave here tonight?”

“This lot closes at nine. There isn’t anywhere else to park the RV.”

After a moment, she pulls back and looks at me. It’s written all over her face. She thinks I’m avoiding talking about what we did. While I’ve still got my arm around her.

“Why are you asking?” she pulls back a little further.

Her cheeks are all flushed, and it reignites the hunger in me. I have to stop myself from diving back in for more of that mouth of hers.

“So we don’t have to worry about getting somewhere else.” I move my arm, so my hand trails up her spine, underneath all that gorgeous red hair, to her nape.

Krista shivers again as I move my thumb over the sensitive skin there. Clearing her throat, she takes another breath before speaking.

“We need to stick to the schedule.” She straightens out her back and, after looking at me for a long moment, she gets up. My hand falls to the couch where she was sitting. “You won’t want to miss out on where we’re staying tonight.”

“Right.” I keep my eyes on her as her hand flutters around her neck, pulling her hair over one shoulder.

She’s flustered and I hold back the smirk. I get it. The kiss was unexpected and neither of us know what to say about it, but what we started here isn’t over. If she needs to distance herself for now, that’s okay. I understand.

When I stand up, I’m right in front of her and she has to tilt her head back to look at me. The look in her eyes says she is expecting me to lean in again, but this time, I won’t make the first move. I need to know she wants this too, and I won’t pressure her.

Even though she was all in on that kiss.

“We should go then. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can… relax.”

Her next breath is shaky, but her eyes narrow. Some of the Krista I have come to know over the few days is returning.

“Define relax,” she folds her arms between us.

“You know… No more driving.”

Her eyes go back to the couch.

I lean in close to her ear. “And anything else you want to do,” I wink as I step away from her. “I’ll use the bathroom before we go.”

I walk away, leaving her gaping after me. In the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror, leaning over the counter with both hands on either side of the basin.

The dullness is lifting from my eyes, my brow feels less heavy. But my cock is half hard, and that is an issue. I squeeze it to ease some of the pressure, but my mind goes back to her hot mouth, and it doesn’t help the situation at all.

I’m so worked up. Nothing is going to fix it, not even trying to figure out complicated math equations, or recalling the woman who broke into my house, and was rolling around on my bed when I came home.

There is nothing I can do but deal with it. I rip open the buttons on my jeans and shove a hand into my underwear. It takes everything in me not to curse as I grip my aching cock. Leaning my back against the door, I tip my head back and close my eyes as my hand moves faster and faster, gritting my teeth as my mind conjures images of what Krista looks like under her clothes. I imagine all that creamy smooth skin, her red hair spilling over her tits, a sexy smile on her mouth.

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