Page 61 of Past Tents

I just wanted him. I wanted his hands touching me in more places, his lips on me everywhere.

When his tongue swept inside my mouth, I moaned a little and grasped his shoulders again for purchase, digging my fingers into the sculpted muscles. They were every bit as rock hard and broad as they looked, and feeling them beneath my hands, I felt a little faint.

Then there was no end of me or beginning of him. We were locked into a steamy, languid kiss that went on and on.

When Clay pulled back again to look at me, I saw his eyes had heated to a deep molten color that made no mistake about what he wanted.

“Yes,” I breathed. Yes to everything. I wanted him more than I’d ever craved anything or anyone in my life.

Rolling me onto my back, Clay moved over me, holding himself up on his forearms on either side of my head. The tender way he looked at me made me feel cherished. The feral gleam in his eyes left no doubt about what he wanted to do with me.

Then the weight of his body bore down on me, his hard length pressing exactly where I needed him. I moved beneath him, needing friction, but he lifted away, teasing me with tinier kisses and withholding what I wanted until I moaned in protest.

Pecs that looked carved from marble, abs that rippled, and a deep V that led exactly where I wanted my hands to go.

I took one more opportunity to let my eyes roam his chest and double-check that he was real. That I was here with him.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled appreciatively. His lips tipped up into a smile, and he bent to nip at my neck.

One hand trailed along my shoulder and drifted across my collarbone. Chills erupted over my skin as he bent to kiss the dip at my throat. Trailing kisses lower, he tugged at the collar of my shirt with his teeth before his hand drifted beneath it, gently stroking the skin along my waist.

I was all ready for him to rid me of the shirt when he stopped, his gaze roaming over my face, my chest, his eyes locking on mine. The look of utter reverence startled me.

“What?” I gasped, half expecting him to tell me this was a terrible idea. It was, but I didn’t care.

“I don’t trust myself. If I have a tiny bit of you, I won’t be able to let you go.”

“Then don’t.” I was too amped up to stop this now, and he needed to stop wrestling with his fear about seeing me back at work or whatever was concerning him about this fling.

His eyes heated and he nodded. “Deal.”

His hands lifted off the giant tee, baring me to him. I heard him suck in a breath as his eyes traveled over my curves. Then his lips returned to mine with more fervor. He nipped at my bottom lip and soothed it with his tongue. I heard myself whimper, and I’d never been a whimperer.

We’d had two nights of holding ourselves back, and the result was this—hunger, haste, curiosity, abandon.

It was like we’d flipped a switch. There was no more hesitation, no thinking. Clay kissed my breasts, taking one in his mouth and sucking hard. His hands trailed lower, tickling the skin of my abdomen as he went.

Clay slid down the sweatpants, ridding me of them, and moved down my body, laying kisses in a trail across my hip.

His hands trailed up the inside of my thigh and my eyes drifted shut as his hands parted my legs. He nipped at the sensitive skin at the apex of my thighs and soothed it with his tongue. These were moves I’d only read about, imagining someone would wantme enough to have me like this but never being able to form a solid picture in my mind of who that someone would be.

Now it felt clear that Clay was the only possible someone in that picture, and this was the only fantasy I wanted.

His tongue lapped straight up my center and I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair. His hands teased my inner thighs while his mouth took me to a place I’d never been.

I felt my orgasm build—hell, it had been building since the day Clay administered first aid to me on campus—and Clay’s deft tongue had no mercy. He sucked hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves and my senses exploded in fireworks, earthquakes, rolling thunder. The natural world had nothing on this man and he took me to places I’d never imagined existed. Places I never wanted to leave.

“God, Clay . . . ,” I moaned.

As he moved back up my body, I felt light-headed and slightly crazed. My lips fell to his neck, which hit me with the manly scent of pine.

Reaching inside his boxer briefs, I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and felt all logic and rationality leave my brain. As I stroked the length of him, I heard him suck in a breath. “Ally,” he growled. “Fuck.”

His curse fueled me. “I want you inside me,” I breathed against his neck.

“Ah...” Then he froze and pulled back to look at me. “I...wasn’t exactly planning this. I don’t think I have any condoms.”

I was baffled. This was Clay, notorious bachelor. Didn’t he carry a roll of them in his wallet at all times?

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