her crotch and her pulses kicked.
“Oh, no, I… I didn’t mean - ”
I didn’t mean here and now.
But he wasn’t taking any notice, because he was kissing her again.
Starting something, this time.
Planning to finish it, she could tell.
He tasted wonderful… felt wonderful… was wonderful. So strong and steady against her, his mouth full of questions asked without demand and without words, just with touch. Here? Like this? Soft? How deep can I taste you?
She let her whole body sigh against him once more and he took the weight with no effort at all. Every inch of her skin seemed to soften and prickle and buzz. When his lips trailed along her jaw and down her neck, she gasped. She said his name.
Harrison.
It made a sigh in her mouth and got lost against his lips. She was lost all over, floppy and dizzy. Happy. Full. He spread his fingers and combed them through the thickness of her hair, ran them down her back to the curve of her butt even slower than before, and the knit fabric of her skirt slipped against his hand. He cupped her breasts through her top and lifted them a little and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, sending arrows of need into her groin.
“How are we going, so far?” he muttered.
“We’re going… really well. But if you want to go inside…”
“Not yet. Haven’t finished yet. Tell me when I have. I’m betting it’ll be pretty clear.”
“Finished. You mean - ?”
“When you come.” His lips burned the words against her ear.
Oh.
“When you come, you might make me explode,” he muttered. “You are amazing.”
“I’m—”
Lost for words. Lost for everything.
He took her nipple in his mouth through the fabric and blew the heat of his breath over it. He touched her through her skirt, and she realized they were going to do this fully clothed.
Fully clothed, in the open, in the dark, he was going to bring her to orgasm and it wasn’t going to take much longer, at that.
Not quite fully clothed. He unhooked her bra, rode up her skirt with the palms of his hands, slipped her panties aside.
Oh, shoot, she couldn’t think or breathe or see.
Slipped them aside, slipped in his fingers, pulled her top up and her bra off so her nipples met the air. He kept them warm with his mouth.
Oh, oh.
She had to hang onto him for support, lacing her fingers at the back of his neck and sagging, throwing her head back and pushing everything else forward. Her breasts, and that place where his fingers worked their magic, making her breathing go shorter and shallower and faster, making her say his name again, with pleading little cries that came out on those desperate pants of air.
The world went into a spiral, up and up, and then slowly sank back down.
She clung to him, waited for him to say something about the challenge she was supposed to have set, but he didn’t. He’d forgotten about that. This wasn’t a game, it was so real and intense and perfect, it made her want to weep.
He held her close and she knew… felt… that he was listening to her breathing. She was listening to his. In the night, out in the open, there were the sounds of creatures moving. Maybe an owl, a rabbit, crickets, frogs. But what she heard loudest was the way her heart was beating and the way they breathed together, not saying a word, his body so warm and heavy against her.
He was the one to speak first. “You definitely haven’t forgotten.”
“I guess not.”
“Can we see what else you remember, inside?”
“I’d love that.”
“Hope you can stay a while.”
“Hope so, too. Not till morning. I… forgot to tell Rob I might be out pretty late.”
“Forgot, because you thought you’d forgotten a few other things, too.”
“But apparently I haven’t, you tell me.”
“You definitely haven’t,” he repeated.
He took her hand and led her inside. They paused just inside the door and this time she took the lead, cupping his strong jaw in her hands and planting a slow, teasing kiss on his
“Oh, no, I… I didn’t mean - ”
I didn’t mean here and now.
But he wasn’t taking any notice, because he was kissing her again.
Starting something, this time.
Planning to finish it, she could tell.
He tasted wonderful… felt wonderful… was wonderful. So strong and steady against her, his mouth full of questions asked without demand and without words, just with touch. Here? Like this? Soft? How deep can I taste you?
She let her whole body sigh against him once more and he took the weight with no effort at all. Every inch of her skin seemed to soften and prickle and buzz. When his lips trailed along her jaw and down her neck, she gasped. She said his name.
Harrison.
It made a sigh in her mouth and got lost against his lips. She was lost all over, floppy and dizzy. Happy. Full. He spread his fingers and combed them through the thickness of her hair, ran them down her back to the curve of her butt even slower than before, and the knit fabric of her skirt slipped against his hand. He cupped her breasts through her top and lifted them a little and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, sending arrows of need into her groin.
“How are we going, so far?” he muttered.
“We’re going… really well. But if you want to go inside…”
“Not yet. Haven’t finished yet. Tell me when I have. I’m betting it’ll be pretty clear.”
“Finished. You mean - ?”
“When you come.” His lips burned the words against her ear.
Oh.
“When you come, you might make me explode,” he muttered. “You are amazing.”
“I’m—”
Lost for words. Lost for everything.
He took her nipple in his mouth through the fabric and blew the heat of his breath over it. He touched her through her skirt, and she realized they were going to do this fully clothed.
Fully clothed, in the open, in the dark, he was going to bring her to orgasm and it wasn’t going to take much longer, at that.
Not quite fully clothed. He unhooked her bra, rode up her skirt with the palms of his hands, slipped her panties aside.
Oh, shoot, she couldn’t think or breathe or see.
Slipped them aside, slipped in his fingers, pulled her top up and her bra off so her nipples met the air. He kept them warm with his mouth.
Oh, oh.
She had to hang onto him for support, lacing her fingers at the back of his neck and sagging, throwing her head back and pushing everything else forward. Her breasts, and that place where his fingers worked their magic, making her breathing go shorter and shallower and faster, making her say his name again, with pleading little cries that came out on those desperate pants of air.
The world went into a spiral, up and up, and then slowly sank back down.
She clung to him, waited for him to say something about the challenge she was supposed to have set, but he didn’t. He’d forgotten about that. This wasn’t a game, it was so real and intense and perfect, it made her want to weep.
He held her close and she knew… felt… that he was listening to her breathing. She was listening to his. In the night, out in the open, there were the sounds of creatures moving. Maybe an owl, a rabbit, crickets, frogs. But what she heard loudest was the way her heart was beating and the way they breathed together, not saying a word, his body so warm and heavy against her.
He was the one to speak first. “You definitely haven’t forgotten.”
“I guess not.”
“Can we see what else you remember, inside?”
“I’d love that.”
“Hope you can stay a while.”
“Hope so, too. Not till morning. I… forgot to tell Rob I might be out pretty late.”
“Forgot, because you thought you’d forgotten a few other things, too.”
“But apparently I haven’t, you tell me.”
“You definitely haven’t,” he repeated.
He took her hand and led her inside. They paused just inside the door and this time she took the lead, cupping his strong jaw in her hands and planting a slow, teasing kiss on his
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