Page 24 of Small Town Firsts
“Louder.” He curled his fingers against the inner walls of my pussy, stroking and pulsing until my legs shook. “Wet for me?”
“Yes.” I gripped his sweaty curls and growled out the word.
“You’re going to soak right through my pants. And I’ll wear that salty moonflower scent home with me.” His other hand gripped my ass, rubbing me harder against the bulge behind his zipper. “Come again. Come for me here until I can get my mouth on this pussy.”
“Holy shit.” I choked out a gasp. There was no way I was going to come again so soon.
But no man had ever spoken to me with such a deliciously dark-flavored tone. At least not one that didn’t sound ridiculous and like he was trying too hard as if he was in a damn movie.
He nipped my ear, then the spot just behind it on my neck. It was a sharp tiny bite that stung then burned as I rode his dick through our clothes. “Until I tattoo your skin with my lips and tongue, this will have to do.”
“Ronan.”
“That’s right, Sunshine. Soak me.”
The scream was so close to the surface, but I couldn’t let it go. Not here in the open. Instead, I buried it down deep and held onto it until he covered my mouth and kissed me. Our clash of tongues and lips wouldn’t let me use the shield I was so used to.
He teased it free, his fingers pulsing so deep inside of me until the cry rolled out with a little sob.
“Yes. Let go. It’s okay. It’s just us.” He pressed his sweaty forehead to mine, the spice of his skin and apples, and dear God, the scent of me was overwhelming.
I shuddered and clenched around him, then collapsed.
He dropped back into the chair himself and I didn’t realize he’d been leaning forward so much. He’d lifted his knees a little to keep me tight against him, and his belly was now twitching under my own.
I tried to fumble between us to release him from the confines of his jeans, but he shook his head and tucked my head under hischin. “Much as I want those fingers around me, we’ll both pass out if we try for more.”
I let my hands drop and settled my cheek against his chest. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so small. And now that my brain was coming back online, I had to agree the spinning in my head was definitely from more than just an orgasm.
We were slick with sweat and the skin-on-skin action only made the heat grow between us. I was just going to try and find the will to stand when he lifted us both out of the chair.
I yelped. “Are you insane?”
He hooked my legs around his hips. “Maybe. But if I don’t get your fine self out of the sun, you’re going to be in more trouble than a little heatstroke.”
“There’s nolittleheatstroke, Viking.”
He grinned and shuffled me higher on his waist. “Hang onto me. I’ll get us into some shade.” He handed me my bra that had bunched between us.
“What about my shirt?”
His grin widened. “What about it?”
“Someone could come by any minute.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to duck into the back room.” He squeezed my butt. “Bet there’s a counter I could use.”
“And if it’s Beckett?”
His smile slid away. “Why would you care if it was Beckett?”
“Because he’s endlessly nosy. And my best friend. And our boss.”
His jaw firmed. “Is that the only reason?”
I tried to push away and lower a leg but he shuffled me tighter against him. “Dammit, Ronan.”
“I like it when you call me Viking better,” he growled. “Do I need to worry about Beckett?”
