Page 85 of Panty Dropper

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“He was more scared of you, than you were of him.”

“I doubt that.”

“Trust me.”

The words he spoke held an earnest quality that had me thinking they were meant for more than just this situation. He was asking me to trust him. And the strangest thing was, I did.

“God, you are so beautiful.” His voice was deep and raspy and the sound vibrated through me.

“So are you,” I replied as my hips instinctively rocked against Billy and I gasped at what I felt pressing against my sex. A deep pulse began to throb in my core. It wasn’t just my naughty bits that were palpating. My heart was also pounding heavily.

If it was true that he’d never brought anyone else out here, what did that mean?

Things between us were not supposed to feel heavy, or real. This was a fun, no strings friendship. In an attempt to keep things light, I asked, “Is that a snake in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”

“My snake would be very happy to see you.” The bad boy grin that lifted the corners of his mouth had me rethinking my fear of snakes.

“Can anyone see us?” I ground my hips against the proof that he was just as turned on as I was.

I knew that he knew what I was asking. In a far corner of the back of my mind, I recognized how out of character this behavior was for me. After all, even though we were on Billy’s land, this was high noon, in the brightest of daylight. We were smack dab in the middle of a grassy expanse with no cover to speak of.

“No,” he answered as he leaned in and kissed me.

The moment his lips touched mine it was like a flower opening inside, the bloom spreading out and growing lush and lovely. Everything within me relaxed into the kiss, my body surrendering to his touch. But more than that, my soul was, too.

The kiss started out gentle, just like the one in the truck had been, his lips probing mine tenderly. Tingles moved from my fingertips up my arms, urging them to touch Billy and make him mine. I itched to explore the peaks and valleys of his body.

I was seized by a hunger that took my breath away. It left me no choice but to act on it. I had to get him naked ASAP. A fire burned in me that would not be quenched until all of our clothes were lying in a little pile at the side of the blanket and we were rolling around under the noonday sun, wearing nothing but the skin we were born in.

I had to feel him against me. I had to press my flesh down the entire length of his body—legs against legs, belly against belly, my breasts against his bulging pecs.

Without ever breaking the kiss, I started grasping urgently at his T-shirt. I managed to get up to his chest when he took over, tugging it off before lowering me down on my back. Unlike my frantic movements, his were slow and languorous. He took his time, unbuttoning my shirt and kissing each inch of exposed flesh. The stubble on his chin scratched against my sensitized skin, adding to the erotic sensations flowing through me.

He methodically and sensually removed my shirt and my bra, then my slacks and panties. Each task was done with measured control, taking his time on torturous foreplay. When he’d shown me his house, things had been hot and dirty against the wall. But this was different. He was different with me.

With each piece of fabric he removed, he whispered against my skin telling me how beautiful I was, how badly he wanted me, and how good he was going to make me feel. I luxuriated in the feeling of his calloused palms and roughened fingertips caressing my naked body as the sun beat down on my skin. He teased me with his mouth, his touch, and his words until I was mindless with lust.

I didn’t care about the brief that I needed to finish, or that my mom had called three times since I sat down for the picnic, or the fact that I was in my birthday suit for all to see. The only thing I could think about was how Billy was making me feel and how badly I wanted him to be inside of me.

His body hovered above me as he trailed kisses up and down my body, each time his path would circle my most needy areas. He kissed my fleshy mounds but only traced around the pink flesh of my areolas. He licked up my inner thigh and over my hipbone but never dipped to my sex. His fingers danced along my ribs and he cupped my breasts but never allowed them to brush or squeeze my nipples.

By the third pass, I was unable to lie back in a passive role. When his lips peppered kisses along my torso, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him up to me as hard as I could, holding on tight so that I could enjoy that sensation I had thirsted for so desperately: us, our chests skin to skin, nothing in between to get in the way.

Billy didn’t skip a beat as he planted gentle kisses along the delicate skin of my exposed neck. Heaven.

“That feels so good.” I sighed dreamily. “I want you so bad, I’m so wet.”

He nipped at my earlobe, his teeth sending jolts all the way through my body and making my pussy tighten and feel achy and heavy.

Finally, he slid his strong hands down my back and cupped my ass. He whispered in my ear, so close that my neck was covered with his hot breath, and said, “How wet are you?”

“I’m more of a show not tell girl,” I whispered as I wrapped my finger around his wrist and moved his hand to the apex between my legs as I spread them apart.

When his fingers dipped between my dampened folds he let out a moan and his forehead rested against mine. In that moment, I felt sexier and more alive than I’d ever felt in my life. He’d said that I was special, but the truth was this was special. The chemistry, the connection we shared was special. And as long as I was feeling this way, I planned on surrendering to it completely. I’d deal with the aftermath later. For now, in this moment, I was his and he was mine.

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