Page 96 of Luck Be Mine
Cait clapped her hands, delighted. “We’re making s’mores.”
“We haven’t made these in this house. Seems like an oversight.”
“Oh, indeed.” He’d planned carefully. The skewers were there to roast the marshmallows, and he threaded one onto the tip and gave it to her. Can you handle this part?”
Cait snorted. “I may not go camping with you, but I can roast a marshmallow.”
He shook his head, his sexy smile igniting all her tingly places. “You are never going to let me live down that mission, are you?”
“Nope.” She set her mind to roasting a perfect marshmallow. “This bed, however, has promise. Although, I’m not sure it beats your body as a mattress.”
He laid chocolate on graham cracker squares. “My body is yours to claim for whatever you need, Mrs. Hunter.” He leaned in and dropped a firm kiss on her mouth.
“What else you got there?”
He leaned over to a cooler she’d missed and took out a plastic bottle. Root beer. “As I recall, the last time I brought you root beer, I didn’t get to drink mine.”
She moved close and kissed his neck. “I drank it for you.”
He adjusted her skewer. “There’s only one bottle. You go first.”
She waved off the drink. “Nope, you first. I insist you get some of it this time.”
He took several long swallows and watched her. She had never flirted with him really. The spark took care of things to the point it had been all or nothing every time.
She pulled her skewer away from the fire and smashed the melted marshmallow on the prepped cracker. “Are you going to toast yours?”
His bemused expression left her without words. She lifted the s’more to his lips. “Have a bite.”
“Happy birthday, honey.” He leaned in and took a healthy chunk, licking his lips to snag the marshmallow. He took the messy treat from her, fed her the rest, and sucked the chocolate off her fingers.
She pushed him back onto the mattress and crawled on top of him. Her birthday party, after all.
He stayed in step and slipped her straps off her arms.
“Yes!” His mouth took hers. In her favorite spot on top of him, she followed his lead to wild and crazy.
She shifted out of the top, exposing her breasts to the night air. His hands cupped the soft mounds. She would never tire of him touching her. She cupped his neck while stroking his hair, his warmth a draw that never changed. Diving deeper,she tangled her mouth with his, tasting the root beer and the chocolate. He caressed the back of her thighs, making every part south of Dixie dance. A slight tear and her sexy underwear was gone.
She leaned away and went for his belt.
“No more s’mores?” Hunt’s soft rumble stayed between the two of them.
Cait didn’t even pause. “Later.” She unbuttoned his shirt so she could feel his skin while he unfastened his slacks to release his erect length. She moved from his chest to stroke him, testing the hardness—the thrill erupted from toe to breast in a deep moan.
She dropped her hands and grabbed his shoulders when he eased her into position.
With a shift of her dress, Hunt entered her in one swift thrust, stealing her breath and making him moan, too. He found her mouth and kissed her with thorough abandon, his fingers tweaking her nipples.
Their world shrank to the bed.
The small fire from the hibachi gave off an orange glow, enhancing the mood. The silent night fed the urgent fire between them. Locked in his embrace, he used his strength to deliver the give and take she needed.
“God, Hunt. So good,” she whispered. Tipping over into completion, she shut her eyes and existed in the euphoria, feeling Hunt find his own.
He collapsed and twisted so they were side by side. “Look up.”
She squinted to see his face. He pointed at the sky.
