Page 21 of Small Town Firsts
Her mouth was as lush as the delicious handful of ass I couldn’t stay away from in one hand and her breast in the other. She didn’t seem to be in any more control than I was if the nip of teeth on my lower lip was any indication.
As I stepped back to get my mouth on more skin, the Adirondack chair hit me on the back of my calf just right and I stumbled.
Instead of saving me, she pushed me into the chair and climbed into my lap. The chair was oversized and made of sturdy teak. The angle forced her knees to hug my hips and my cock to lodge itself into the wet denim between her thighs.
She gripped the back of the chair and loomed over me, all golden fire and heat. I snaked my hand between us, roaming over her wet shirt and lightly circling her neck. Her eyes flashed and her pulse went wild before I slid around to release the hair tie at the back of her neck.
Her curtain of dark hair slid forward and teased my cheeks and neck. My hands went back to her ass and ground her against me.
“Lift that shirt for me. Let me see you.”
She touched her forehead to mine.
“Let me see you, Kira. Your beautiful golden skin. Here in the sunshine.”
Her arms tightened. I could feel her muscles lock and the first vestiges of unease crawl through her.
“Eyes on me. No one is around. It’s just us.”
“How would you know?”
“Because you’re not ordering anyone around. This is how you end the day. Watering the plants before you leave.”
She frowned. “Watching me, Viking?”
“Yes.” I lifted my hips. “But you knew that.” My fingertips teased the edges of her cutoffs to the curve of her ass. I slid the denim higher to get to more skin, rubbing her against my cock more firmly. “Now lift your shirt for me. I want to taste you.” I brushed my fingertips along the lace of her panties. “Or do you just want me to get you off here? I don’t mind if it’s just for you.”
Her golden eyes were wary, but she leaned back and lifted her shirt up.
The black lace made my chest ache. Christ, she was beyond beautiful. “Off.”
“You just said lift.”
“Now I want more. I have a feeling that will be a problem for me.” I nipped at her chin and stroked over the panel covering her pussy from me. “I will always want more.”
“And if I don’t want to give more?”
I relaxed back in the chair, but I didn’t move my hands. “I can wait. I’ll have my hand on my cock in the shower every morning and every fucking night, but I’ll wait.” I brushed my nose along her neck. “But I don’t think you really want to wait or you wouldn’t have climbed onto me.”
At her silence, I had two options. To let her keep the safe distance. It was probably the smarter way to go, but it didn’t feel right.
“Or do you want me to take away the decision?” I found that fluttering pulse and licked at it gently. “Are you tired of making decisions?” My voice was gravel-rough and I was harder than stone.
Her grip tightened on the chair and her pulse kicked—hard.
“Is that what you need, baby? Just say the word.”
SEVEN
KIRA
HAD TO BE HEATSTROKE
I hadthe strongest urge to jump off of him and run back inside. Because that was the safe thing to do.
Smart and responsible Kira Webb, who was everyone’s buddy.
Kira Webb who didn’t remember how to have an orgasm that wasn’t self-serviced. And I could take care of myself when necessary, but it wasn’t nearly as fun as sitting astride a man who literally gave off heat and pheromones like a fantasy come true.
