Page 127 of One and Only

“Stop,” she said breathlessly, “they can’t see us here.”

“Thank God,” I breathed.

I yanked the gear shift into park and practically ripped the door off the hinges. “Back,” I commanded. “More room.”

She was practically naked as she scrambled through the woods into the back seat of my SUV. I ripped my shorts off and tugged on her arm as I situated myself in the center of the bench seat. Greer attacked my mouth, whimpering when I speared my hand into her hair and gripped tight.

“This is not the way I imagined this,” I told her between searing kisses.

She grinned. “Me neither.”

I slid my hand up the toned length of her thigh as she swung it over my lap, settling her weight on top of me as I devoured her mouth.

She rolled her hips, my hand gripping her there, my fingers digging into her flesh. I ripped at her bra strap, dragging my palm over the hard tip of her breast. She shivered, tearing her mouth from mine, her eyes hazy and her breath coming in short pants.

I ducked down and pulled that soft flesh into my mouth in a hard suck, and her hands clutched the back of my head when I used the flat of my tongue against her.

Her back arched, and I licked up the line of her neck, kissing her again—never deep enough, never hard enough.

My hands trembled with the need to tear at the lace separating us, to see it disintegrate in my hands, and she worked her nimble fingers between us to shove at my boxer briefs.

“You ready?” I asked her, our eyes locked.

“I’ve been ready for weeks,” she said, her mouth curling into a sinful smile. “You’re the one who finally caught up.”

I pushed my hand between our bodies, wrenching the lace to the side, two fingers sliding between her legs. With a groan, she dropped her forehead to mine, riding the motion of my hand while she chased her pleasure.

“You feel so good,” I told her. “Better than I imagined.”

I gripped the back of her neck, stealing another kiss while she moaned into my mouth. Her hands held my face, tilting to the side to change the angle of our mouths when I curled my fingers.

Her thighs tightened, and her chest heaved.

“Not yet,” I said against her kiss-swollen lips. “Not yet.”

“Beckett,” she warned.

I pulled my fingers away, and she lifted herself up, sweat beading on her forehead as she slid down over me.

Perfect.

I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to grip her waist and slam her down. She worked herself inch by torturous inch, slow rocking motions of her hips that had my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Dammit, Greer,” I muttered.

She slid her tongue into my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip. That sharp bite of her teeth had my restraint snapping, a clean, precise cut.

I gripped her tight and drove my hips up.

She cried out, head tossed back and so fucking gorgeous I could hardly believe she was mine.

“That’s it,” I told her. “That’s it.”

It was heaven, soft and warm and tight, and she found a maddening rhythm that had my blood roaring. Greer worked me over, and with my mouth sealed against hers, I guided her back and forth until my skin went hot and my hands and arms shook.

I sucked at her neck and her lips, angling her back so I could lick at her chest.

She whimpered when I pushed up as she slammed down, and I knew she was close.

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