Page 70 of So Close

“But—” She raised her eyebrows.

“Oh. That. Well. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. And Idefinitelyhave the will.”

She laughed at that. “Me too.”

He kissed her. “Mmm. Lots of will.”

“You just— are you always ready to go?”

“Pretty much,” he admitted.

“Not that I mind. At all.”

“I didn’t get the feeling you did.”

He stepped close to her, put a hand on each thigh, and slowly, slowly, slid the stretchy fabric of her dress upward until it revealed a peek of sun-yellow all-lace shorts-style undies. The dark thatch of her mound showed through clearly, and his body bucked at the sight.

“This wrecks me,” he said. He edged closer, giving her a feel of what she did to him, and she chuckled against his shoulder.

“It’s all yours.”

“No one’s going to come down—?”

She shrugged. “Hope not. Don’t care.”

That was even better thanno. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, but the faint possibility of getting caught … he didn’t hate the thrill that added to the already sharp brilliance of his arousal.

“See that rock?”

She went, with a coy backward look over her shoulder that made him want to sink his teeth into something.

He was already unfastening his shorts (again) as he came close to where she leaned against the smooth gray surface.

“Touch yourself.”

She watched him from under lowered eyelids as she slid her hand between lace and curls, parted herself, and began a slow circling that he could feel tightening in his balls.

“Are you wet?”

“So wet,” she said.

“I can see how hard your nipples are.”

She moaned.

He slid a hand up her ribs until his hand met resistance.

“Sorry—built-in sports bra—here—” She showed him how to slide a hand under the elastic, and the weight of her breast in his palm made him twice as hard.

He went to work on the nub that was still stiffening against the touch of his palm. “Does it feel good?”

“So good,” she said, her head falling back.

With the other hand, he dipped and tested for himself. She was soft and slick and his patience—not that he’d had much to begin with—flew away. He eased two fingers into her and found her g-spot, stroking until she gasped. Then he slipped a condom from his pocket, stripped the wrapper off, and covered himself.

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He lifted her like she weighed nothing. For a moment she thought he was going to press her back against the rock, brace her there, but he eyed it gravely and said, “That’s going to scrape up your back. I’ve got you.”

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