Chapter Ten
“I feel like I’m in college again,” Abbi said. “On those little dorm beds.”
“No roommates this time.”
“Or neighbors.”
“Or anyone for fifty miles in any direction.”
“Guess I’m stuck with you.”
“I hope that’s not the worst part of this weekend.”
He felt her shift against him. Closer, though. Since there was no getting away.
There was nowhere for her to go, no way for them not to be touching. But she could have pressed close to the edge of the tent. She didn’t have to swing one leg over his. She didn’t have to rest her cheek on his shoulder so there was nothing for his arm to do but wrap around her.
“Your shirt got all wet,” he said.
Not like he minded the way it clung to her, letting him feel every curve against his body.
But then she said, “Maybe you should take it off me,” and he didn’t want that fucking T-shirt anywhere near them. All he wanted was Abbi shifting to lie on top of him, Abbi with her silken mouth on his.
He’d decided the gentlemanly thing would be to sleep in a T-shirt, boxers, and shorts. But Abbi wasted no time taking everything off. She teased her fingers over his chest, his hips, skimming his cock. His balls tightened in her palm.
But he had no time for teasing. This had to happen now, before either one of them had a chance to change their mind.
He yanked off her T-shirt and unhooked her bra. He slid off her shorts and felt something soft and lacy hugging her ass. He grabbed the little string of fabric in his fist and pulled.
“What the fuck is this?” His voice was a growl, his cock too hard for words.
“Surprise,” she whispered, and ground her hips against his.
Fuck.
She’d planned this. She knew it was the only way they could do this again, if they were alone in the darkness with nothing wrenching them apart.
He wanted to tear those panties off her with his teeth, but there wasn’t room in the tent to maneuver. With a hand around her backside, he pulled that flimsy lace to the side and coaxed a finger inside her.
“That’s it,” he whispered as her legs widened, drawing him deeper. He added another finger, her body soft and warm, so yielding as she let him in.
Her arms clung around his neck as she whimpered in his ear. He knew he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t been able to stop thinking about their night in the field. She’d been craving this for a week, and now her body was primed to let go.
He could have kept giving it to her just like that. He could have added another finger and felt her come right in his hand.
But he pulled out, and she gave a frustrated cry. He didn’t want to give her everything she wanted, now did he?
Slowly, making sure she was watching, he brought his fingers to his mouth. Here was the proof that she wanted him. No matter what she said, or how much she’d pretended to put on a show last night, her body gave everything away.
Her tongue came to him and he pressed his fingers into her mouth as they kissed, tasting the sweetness between them. But this time when his hand slid down, he rested the tip of his index finger lightly over the fabric between her thighs, withholding any relief.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“Fuck me,” she panted.
“That’s it?”
“Come on, Tyler.” She was squirming harder against him, but he pulled his hand just far enough away.
“Say it,” he whispered.
She might have agreed to anything just to relieve the ache he knew was building between her legs. But he didn’t think so. Not with the way her voice hitched, the way she ground against him.
“I want you.” Her fist wrapped around his cock. “I want you, Tyler.” Up and down, taking the first drops of pre-come and working it over every solid inch. “And I want you to fuck me.”
“Hard?” he asked. “Or soft?” His finger teased her opening as her hand continued pumping him.
“Hard,” she said. “Please. Don’t be gentle with me.”
He plunged two fingers inside her and stroked. She pushed her hips down to meet him, taking him all the way. Just as deep as she wanted.
“There?” he asked.
“Oh God,” she moaned, and pressed into him. “There.”
It had been unbearable to stand so close to her at the farmers market, to graze her ass but know he couldn’t touch. Not for real; not the way he wanted to.
But in the dark, listening to the rain, there was no Russ, no Walker or Chip, no firebreak keeping them apart. He felt so full in her hand. He was going to lose himself all over her stomach, all over that sexy lace hugging her skin.
His hips rose up and down, fucking her fist more than she was jerking him off. She moved with him, his fingers inside her, her clit pressing against his hip bone. He couldn’t wait, he couldn’t stop, he was going to—
Her hand left him and he was strung through, electric with need. He felt her move away, heard a zipper from somewhere in the tent. A crinkle. Her low, sexy laugh. And then the slide of a condom on his cock.
Abbi could race ahead of him on the trail and shield her notes so he had no idea what she was working on. She could tell them they were nothing, a one-time deal. Like she didn’t feel a thing when they were together in public. Like they were over before they’d begun.
But this was no accident, her insisting she stick with him for the walkthrough, the way they’d wound up together tonight. He wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t broken her tent. But he had to believe that they’d have found a way.
Because she was straddling him, she was bringing herself down on his cock, and he was up to the hilt, enveloped in warmth. Her breasts glided over his chest, her hair falling in his face. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she began rocking into him.
The tent was so cramped, all he could do was let himself be taken. And he wanted to be taken. He wanted to feel her wanting, her use of his body for her pleasure, her squirms and moans and sighs as she switched rhythms, moving from fast to slow and speeding up again, pressing his cock against the place she needed as he moved in and out and tried not to lose it too soon.
“That’s it,” he urged her. “Make it feel good.”
Whatever she wanted—whatever she took from him. He would give it to her.
She moaned as he thrust into her. “You’re so deep.”
“Come on my cock. Make yourself come on my cock.”
She whimpered, tightening around his shaft so that he thought he was going to explode.
“I can feel how close you are.”
She panted in his ear, yes and harder, her thighs tight around him, her hips moving fast and hard.
“Use me to come. Just go for it. Let go and come all over me.”
He wanted it more than anything, her orgasm and the feeling that she couldn’t deny it, couldn’t stop herself from falling over the edge. The knowledge that no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, she couldn’t stop herself from wanting him. Knowing he was the one making her pant like this, making her hips move, her body tighten before the release.
There was no mistaking when it happened. Hard and tight and fast, pulsing, her body arcing over him. Slide of skin against skin, slick with sweat, her hands in his hair. Her cheek pressed tight to his.
“You,” she panted, as though she couldn’t form words. “I want you to—”
He flipped her over, covering her. “I will.”
His hands around her hips. Her body, this incredible, strong body that had powered her up the trail, along the ridge, taken her all the way here, suddenly soft in his hands.
“Is this okay?” he asked her, feeling how she’d tightened after her orgasm.
“Use me to come,” she whispered, running her fingernails over his back, and his own words thrown back at him—he lost it.
She spread her thighs, tilting up her hips so all he had to do was drive once, twice, hard into her and he was gone. He exploded inside her, releasing everything pent up from the last week, everything his own hand hadn’t been able to satisfy as he thought about her.
The things that hurt. The ways he’d failed. Everything he’d carried with him to Gold Mountain, unable to escape.
For a second, for a night, that was everything he was able to let go of when he collapsed on top of her, panting, and she held him in her arms.