Page 32 of Squatch Out!
“You certainly have a high opinion of yourself if you think all of this is because of you.” When the tip of her little pink tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, I imagine dipping down and capturing it with my lips, before sucking it into my mouth. I grit my teeth and swallow down a moan when she teases, “And whatthingdo you think there is between us?”
Relief drains out of me like sand through a sieve, and I stand up. Leaning over her, I brace one hand behind her on the back of the bench.
“Tell me if I’m wrong, you feel this chemistry that keeps drawing us together, too.” I lean closer, until our noses are almost touching. I gently pinch the tip of her chin between my fingers and tip her head back so she can’t look away from me. “And I’m still waiting for you to accept my apology.”
The moonlight overhead hits her eyes, turning them silver as she sucks in a sharp breath before whispering, “Accepted.”
A growl rumbles up my throat, “Good girl.” I slam my lips down onto hers, swallowing her whimper. Fuck! Her lips are pillowy soft, and I savor the sweetness of her breath as it mingles with mine. Her eyes flutter closed as she leans forward, she kisses me back.
I’m lost.
My fingers glide across her jaw and then under her hair, curling around the back of her neck. I tease my tongue across the seam of her lips. She opens for me, and I delve inside the heat of her mouth.
Fuck, she tastes just as sweet as I remember. Like warm honey and sweet cream.
Her soft little tongue meets mine eagerly, and her hands clutch the front of my shirt. I prop my knee on the bench besideher, slanting my mouth against hers as I press her back into the bench and show her how I want to fuck her.
Whoa, buddy. Calm down. We haven’t even had a first date yet.
We’re both breathing heavily when I pull back, but I’m not ready to let her go yet. She’s got me primed, and judging by the way she’s panting for air, I think she feels the same way.
“I know we barely know each other but…” I growl. “I want more.”
Her eyes flutter as she nods. “Me too.”
I pull back because… she can’t really mean it. But she’s looking at me with love-drunk eyes. Her lips are plump from my mouth, and her cheeks are flushed and pink.Fuck, I bet she’s flushed everywhere…
“Sweetheart, I’m no stranger to no-strings hook-ups,” I admit. Except that’s not what I want with her. She’s nothing like the other women I’ve had. “But I don’t want a one-night stand with you. I want…”So muchmore.
“What do you want?” she whispers. Her fingers tighten in my shirt, and she pulls me down so our noses are nearly touching.
“Olivia,” her name comes out a harsh rasp. “I want a whole lot more than your mouth.”
Her eyes darken as her pupils expand to eat up all but a sliver of her amber irises. A shudder runs through her as she admits, “This is definitely moving fast, but… Sean, I want you, too.”
I groan. Fuck, how can she be so perfect? I have to be imagining this.
“You sure about this?” I whisper against her lips before I kiss her again. “I need to hear you say it, baby. I don’t want there to be any miscommunication between us.”
“I want you, Sean,” she says with a shuddery moan. “I’ve never… I don’t do things like this, but… I know this is crazy, andwe hardly know each other, but I really want this. I want you. I want to see where this goes.”
“Jesus, baby, you’re—you’ve got me so turned on right now.” I’m so twisted up I’m not sure I’ll make it back to her room without coming in my pants.
I expect her to laugh. Or maybe push me away. Instead, her lips curl up into the most adorable smile as she fills the cool night air with the rich honey scent of her arousal. “My room is awfully far away…”
It’s like she reads my mind, and I press my forehead against hers. My heart is racing a million miles an hour at the thought that she’s gonna let me have her. Just like this. Right now.
“Please, Sean, I need you.” To prove it, she spreads her legs so I’m standing between them, and she pulls me down so she can roll her hips against me, seeking exactly what I’m offering.
Decision made, I look around for somewhere I can take her where we won’t be seen. The bench is right out in the open, but there is a small grove of spruce and pine nearby that acts as a buffer between the lodge and the lake. I grab her hand and pull her off the bench, toward the trees.
When we’re deep enough that I’m reasonably sure no one can see us, I push her back to one of the thicker trunks and lower my head to capture her lips again. Her arms circle my neck, her fingers clutching my shoulders as she kisses me back with a hunger that matches my own.
When I slide my palms under her shirt and up her sides, she lets out a throaty moan as she arches against me.
“We gotta be quiet, baby.” My head is swirling with her rich scent, infused with the sharper scents of moss and dew.
I’m not expecting it when she sinks her sharp little teeth into my bottom lip, and I pull away with a chuckle as she looks up at me with lust-glazed eyes. I’m lost. When I kiss her again, it’sdeep and rough and hard. And she meets me every step of the way.
