Fuck, I really like it when he calls me that.
My eyes flit around, and I let out a nervous laugh. “When I said against the door, I was thinking more, you know,insidethe cottage.”
Those two fingers slide up my chest, over my throat, and wedge beneath my chin, lifting until our eyes meet. “We can go inside if you want. Or I can fuck you here on the porch where anyone could walk up that path and see us.” My breath hitches, and he notices. “Does that turn you on, Juliette?”
Despite some of the wild things I’ve written about, I have never had sex in public. The closest I’ve come was having a mini-orgasm on the dance floor against a boyfriend’s leg back in college while we were dirty dancing. But the thought of being totally exposed while this big man rails me is making something flame up inside my gut. And I’m pretty sure it’s not indigestion. Nope, it’s desire.
I cast one more glance around. We’re on the far end of the island, and our cottages are relatively secluded in this location. That doesn’t lessen the thrill of public sex, and I find myself nodding. “It turns me on a lot.”
A smile creeps across Reno's full lips, and the next thing I know, he’s on his knees and my romper is tossed to the side.
How the hell does he do that without me noticing? Is he some kind of undressing wizard? Does he have a Harry Potter-esque get-the-girl-naked spell that makes clothing disappear? Like corpus revelio! And poof… you’re naked.
“Fuck. You are exquisite.” Those words pull me from my weird wizard thoughts, and I look down at the man who is eyeing me up and down. His hands trail down my sides. Not hesitantly, but the touch is soft. Almost reverent. Those green eyes have fire in them when he looks up at my face. “You are a goddess, dream girl.”
I can’t even reply because Reno is pressing worshipful kisses against my stomach, and my skin feels tingly with each caress of his lips. Big hands cup my breasts over my bra as he rubs his face against my belly. Even though he was clean-shaven at dinner, I can feel the hint of whiskers roughing my flesh and setting my skin afire.
There’s nothing I can do but bury my hands in that soft hair while he continues worshipping my body. Again, he does that magical thing where my bra disappears, and my nipples pucker at the exposure to thecool sea breeze that swirls around us. He warms them with his palms, but the tips only grow tighter—needier—and I groan into the dark night.
“Your tits are fucking amazing, dream girl.” He thumbs both tips. “Such pretty pink nipples. So responsive.”
“Take your shirt off,” I demand. “I deserve some eye candy too.”
With a soft laugh, he undoes the single button he had fastened on his shirt. He’s apparently not using his undressing spell on himself because he pulls it off slowly, teasingly, exposing his tanned skin inch by inch to my wanton gaze. He drops the pink polo haphazardly onto the pile of my clothes and raises an eyebrow at me.
“Better?”
I drift a hand over his bare shoulder, feeling the muscles ripple at my touch. “Oh yeah. Mama likey,” I drawl.
His big hands grip my waist, and he leans forward, taking my left nipple into his mouth. It’s hot and wet, his tongue swirling slowly around and around the peak. Then he sucks hard, and my lungs seize as the sensation travels down my body and directly to my pussy.
Driving my hands into his hair, I let the silky strands slide between my fingers as he moans around me. “Fuck, baby. This pretty little nipple is getting so hard for me.” He laps at it, closing his eyes as the rigid peak rubs against his tongue.
I slide my foot between his legs and nudge the top of it against his crotch. His eyes pop open, and I bite my bottom lip. “Seems like you’re just as hard for me, big guy.” And I do meanbig.
“Yeah, no shit,” he mutters, kissing his way to my other breast. “I think I could poke a hole through this porch right now.” While he blesses the right nipple with the same attention as he did the left, I press the top of my foot firmly against him. He grinds, and I can feel the rock-like length of him.
Trailing my fingers down his neck and over his shoulders, I smile when goosebumps follow the path. Okay, maybe I’m also smiling because my tit is in Reno Swain’s mouth, and he’s gone all vacuum cleaneron me, sucking so hard my nipple will be sore tomorrow. With a graze of his teeth, I shudder, and his gaze rises to mine to gauge my reaction.
“Feels so good,” I assure him, cupping his face so I can feel the hollowing of his cheeks.
Reno finally pulls back with one last flick of his tongue over the diamond my nipple has become, and he surveys his handiwork. “I think I’ve cleared the north forty. Time to get started down south,” he tells me with a cocky grin.
“Definitely… needs some attention… down there,” I pant, almost feral to feel his hot mouth between my legs.
He takes his damn time getting there, exploring my torso with lips and tongue, sucking and licking and kissing my damp flesh until I want to scream at him to get to work on the south forty. Now.
When he finally reaches the apex of my thighs, he drags his nose over the ivory lace of my panties and hums. “Fuck, dream girl. You smell exactly how a woman should smell. Sweet and soft.” He inhales deeply and meets my eyes in the sliver of moonlight that reaches us on the porch. “And so goddamn aroused.”
Seriously.
Almost came.
Reno hooks his fingers into the hips of my panties and works them down, steadying me as I step out of them, one foot at a time. Then he holds the flimsy fabric against his nose and breathes me in, his eyes closing in reverence.
“Mmm, can I keep these?”
I’m a little stunned. No one has ever asked me that before. Sure, guys have winked cheekily and stuffed my panties into their pockets before, but no one has everasked. I don’t know why, but I find that incredibly hot and endearing at the same time.
