Page 68 of Rusty's Command

Liquid fire coursed through her veins, leaving her breathless and unable to think. The sensations were wild and electrifying, yet a thread of fear trembled through her, warning her that she was surrendering to a force that she’d pledged never to fall for again.

And she hadn’t just fallen, she’d fallen hard and fast for him. Just like she had all those years ago.

For years, she had lied to herself, convinced that she would never surrender to the vulnerability of love. But as her heart soared in her chest, she knew she’d already crossed that line.

And she had no intention of holding back. Years of pent-up emotions and desires demanded release, and she hoped he was ready to face the catching up she planned to do.

As she ground her hips against his, the bulge in his groin strained against his shorts, pressing against her with a tantalizing tease that made her burn for more.

He pulled back, his chest heaving and eyes blazing with a mix of surprise and raw desire. For a moment, they locked gazes, and the air was thick with anticipation and the ragged gasps of their breathing.

“Careful, Sienna,” he warned, his voice husky with the effort of restraint. “It’s been a long time.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her fingers threaded into his short, red hair as she pressed gentle kisses to his cheek and forehead.

“Me too,” she whispered, her breath dancing as she trailed a path of soft, teasing kisses across his skin. “It’s time to fix that.”

With a swift, almost savage motion, he swept the cheeseboard aside, sending cutlery clattering, and as he inhaled sharply, his eyes devoured her like a man starved of oxygen. “Oh, Sienna,” he whispered, his voice a low growl that seemed to tremble on the edge of control. “You have no idea how happy you make me.”

She ran her tongue over her lips in a slow, deliberate movement that seemed to mesmerize him. “Then show me.”

His hands closed around her waist and his fingers dug deep into her skin as he lowered her to the picnic blanket with a strength that left her breathless. The movement was fluid and untamed as if he was driven by a hunger that had finally broken free of its restraints.

He searched her eyes, his gaze burning with intensity before he claimed her with another fierce kiss. There was no holding back, just a wild passion that seemed to devour them both.

His hands roamed her body, relearning the curves and contours that had changed over time, sending sparks of lust through her veins. Moaning, she tilted her head back, surrendering to the glorious sensations teasing every inch of her body.

She arched beneath him, digging her fingers into the muscles lining his back, pulling him closer, urging him on. She wanted more. She wanted to feel the heat of his skin on all of her body.

His fingers grazed the curve of her hips, sending a shiver through her body before slipping under the waistband of her shorts.

“Take them off,” she breathed.

His eyes narrowed, his expression questioning as if he hadn’t quite caught her words. He rolled to her side, his face inches from hers.

She lifted her hips, locking her eyes on his.

“Take these off,” she said, her voice firmer now.

A spark of understanding flashed in his eyes, followed by a wicked grin. “You got bossy. I like it.”

With a gentle tug, he hooked his fingers under the waistband and slid her shorts down her legs. As he pulled them free, cool air teased the heatwave coursing through her body.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, his eyes sizzling with lust. She felt exposed and vulnerable, and yet, somehow, empowered. His eyes seemed to drink her in, burning with want.

“Your turn,” she whispered.

“All in good time,” he murmured with his eyes glinting with promise. Then, with a low, throaty moan, he shifted between her legs, aligning his body with hers. He leaned forward and grazedhis lips over her so delicately that wildfire sparked beneath her skin.

Starting at her breasts, he traced his tongue around her nipples with a gentle, teasing touch that triggered sparks of electricity that ran through her body. His mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses and soft nips that left her gasping for breath.

As he kissed his way down her body, she arched beneath him, digging her fingers into the muscles of his back. She pulled him closer, urging him on, demanding that he take her further, but he took his time, dancing his tongue across her skin in a way that left a path of fire in its wake.

He paused at the soft skin between her navel and pubic hair, and as he brushed his lips to her flesh in a gentle, intimate touch, her body trembled with expectation.

“Lower,” she whispered as a shiver ran through her, building on an orgasm that was set to explode.

“Hmmm.” His lips vibrated on her skin as he kissed an inch lower. “There?”

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