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“I want to.” I pushed Bastian onto his back, took my time unlacing his hiking boots, and tugged his jeans all the way off.
On my knees between his thighs, I wrapped my hand around his erection and licked up the vein running from balls to head. Not having a clue as to what I was doing, I did what I figured a guy might like.
He spewed a string of curses as I closed my mouth over his tip and took him in as deep as I could. “Oh, fuck yeah.” His fingers twisted in my hair as I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking. “Open you throat, Eve. Take me deeper.”
I did as told, my ears relishing in the harsher groans escaping his lips. I glanced up, wishing the dying fire afforded me a better view of his clenched jaw and tipped back head. “Am I doing it right?”
“So right,” he all but growled, kneading my scalp with his fingertips. I peered down at my hand grasping the base of his erection. The sack beneath drew my gaze, and I cupped its firmness.
“Fuck.” He ground out the word, sending moisture to flood between my thighs again. His grip on my head tightened, and I lowered once more to take him deep.
He thrust upward a few times, and hot seed coated the back of my throat. I fought the urge to gag, clenched my eyes tight, and swallowed the saltiness down.
Bastian pulled me off him and lifted me up into his arms. Half-laying atop him, I rested my head on his heaving chest. His heartbeat thumped against my ear, and he groaned again, squeezing me tight. “I’ve found the queen of cock sucking.”
Snorted laughter shook my body.
He chuckled. “Sorry. I told you I wasn’t good when it came to talking to women.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“You’re shittin’ me.”
“No.”
“Damn, woman. Just … damn.”
* * * *
We both pulled on our pants, but Bastian passed out before I did. He slept like the dead. I unzipped my sleeping back to cover us, and zipped it to his, creating a double-wide bag plenty big for two. Snuggled against his side, I stared in the darkness.
My body continued to buzz. I longed for more, and it scared the hell out of me. Now that Bastian got his rocks off, would he still be interested in me? I’d been so caught up in the moment, that I couldn’t not touch him.
If he had rolled me to my back and thrust into me, I wouldn’t have complained. I wouldn’t have stopped him.
Thank God he didn’t.
While I could handle a broken heart after what we’d done, the intimacy of actual penetration would be too much.
I heaved a sigh and rubbed my cheek against his T-shirt. A faint trace of his spicy cologne lingered, softening the scent of ozone clinging to his clothing.
We had another day ahead of us before heading home. Worry needed to wait, I told myself as reservation over our actions and what it meant in regards to his interest in me plagued me. Long after Bastian settled into deep-breathing slumber, I struggled over the fact I’d let him into my pants—and might lose his affections in the aftermath.
Bastian
I woke to birds chirping and a warm, curvy ass pressed against my groin. In heaven, I nuzzled Eve’s neck.
She stretched like a lazy cat, and I ran my hands down her body. The pants once more blocked me from her skin. I didn’t remember her pulling them back on.
I didn’t remember much of anything after she sucked me dry. My cock swelled at the memory.
Eve pulled away and sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Need coffee.”
Disappointed, I took the hint. “Did we bring any?”
“Instant, but it’s better than nothing.” She tugged on a sweatshirt without making eye contact and let herself out of the tent.
Fuckin’ A. The wall had gone back up.
Unsure of what to do or say, I lingered a few minutes before following her. Every bone in my body ached. I arched my back and bent side-to-side while breathing in the cool, fresh morning air. Dew coated the hard ground that hadn’t done a good job of cradling me in sleep.
Eve squatted beside the fire pit, making another teepee as pink streaked the lightening sky. I watched her, imagining what it’d have been like exploring each other’s bodies upon waking.
What a mistake.
Having a little taste of Eve had created a craving in my blood for more. More touching, tasting, and enjoying her cries of release. I cleared my throat and moved off into the trees trying to talk down my morning wood so I could take a piss.
A good twenty minutes later, my erection taken care of, and still bummed over Eve’s actions upon waking, I meandered back to our camp site. Acting as if nothing had transpired between us. I pretended as though the passion that had sizzled never happened.
Other than the occasional question of my wanting coffee and how I liked my eggs, quietness reigned. Eve fried up breakfast while I rolled the sleeping bags and packed up the tent.
Tense silence continued to hover as we ate, not that I enjoyed the food. My stomach knotted and complained over every forkful. I forced down the last bite and sat my plate aside. “What’s going on inside that head of yours, Eve?”
She shrugged, prickling my annoyance.
“Ever since the first day you spoke to me, you’ve never minced words. What’s holding you back now?”
Meeting and holding my gaze, she chewed on her lower lip.
“Tell me,” I said, unable to stand the silence any longer.
She grabbed up my plate and moved to the pot of water steaming over the coals. “Now that you’ve had a taste of me, I expect you’ll be glad to get back home. There’s no need to go hiking. We’ll leave as soon as I’m done here.”
I sat back, speechless for a full minute as she wiped the dishes clean. “What are you talking about?” I finally managed to sputter.
“I know what last night was.” Without looking at me, she packed up the crate used to carry all the cooking utensils which sat beside the fire.
“Last night was incredible. Amazing.” When she didn’t respond, I stood, strode to her side, and tugged her around to face me.
She pulled free of my grasp and stared up at me. “Was. Past tense. You’re welcome to move on as you doubtless want to.”
Memories of her talk about bullies and the dislike in her voice when speaking of her father surfaced. Realization slapped me like a bitch across the face. “You’re beautiful, Eve.”
She snorted and wrapped her arms around herself. “I know all the things I am, and beautiful isn’t one of them.”
Fire lit in my stomach and burned to my fingertips, making them itch for something to punch. Hard. “Whoever told you that you aren’t perfect in every way was wrong.”
“I look at myself in the mirror every day. I’m well aware of my lack of perfection.”
How could she not see her beauty—inside and out? I peered down at her, at a loss of what to say. How could I make her understand the truth?
She turned away and grabbed up the crate. In silence, I stared as she packed it into the trunk along with the rest of our stuff.
“Ready to roll?” she asked, moving toward the driver’s door.
“No.” I needed time to figure out a way to make her see the truth before we got home and she could escape me. “We’re here to go hiking, so let’s go.”
“What about lunch?”
“We’ll come back, fuel up, and head out again. I want to spend the day here with you whether you think I want to or not.”
“Fine.” We moved out with her in the lead.
* * * *
Staring at her curves as she hiked ahead of me later in the afternoon, I got a sudden idea. I hadn’t been able to see that well the night before while touching her skin, but I wanted to—and needed to show her the beauty my fingertips had caressed.
By the time we climbed into the Subaru, my legs ached, but my mind buzzed with a plan. I offered to drive, and Eve soon fell asleep judging by her not stirring until I pulled into her driveway.
I helped unload everythi
ng, and paused in her open doorway, wracking my brain for a way to make the night last a little longer. “Thanks for inviting me. I had a great time.”
Standing from rifling through her backpack, she wrapped her arms around herself. Indecision filled her wary eyes, but she nodded.
Hoping like hell she’d agree, I went for it. “I’ve got a bottle of sweet red in my fridge. Care to share it with me?” She shook her head, but I rushed on. “I’ll go grab it, and we can sip in silence. I just don’t want this night to end yet.”
She sucked in her lower lip, but I kept my eyes from drifting down to watch. I held my breath, waiting.
“Yeah, sure,” she finally said. “Mind if I shower first?”
Heart and hopes lightened, I agreed and hurried home to do the same.
I gave her a full hour before rapping on her front door again, wine bottle in hand. Like me, she’d pulled on sweats and a long-sleeve shirt. She motioned me in, and I followed her into the kitchen where she’d put out a corkscrew and two wine glasses. Heartbeat thumping throughout my entire body, I poured our wine and breathed a sigh of relief I hadn’t spilled the liquid all over the island.
“Back porch?” she asked as I handed her a glass.
“Wherever you want.”
We went outside and sat at a small round table, the house’s floodlight behind us illuminating her backyard oasis. Insects buzzed and chirped along with the occasional neighbor’s dog barking and car door slamming.
The silence between us, however, threatened to drive me mad. I kept quiet, trying to enjoy the night noises as Eve eventually relaxed in her chair.
She drank down the last sip of her wine.
I did the same and turned my full attention on her. Time to make her see what I saw when I looked at her. “Eve.”
“Hmm?”
“Do you have a full length mirror?”
“In my room.”
Perfect. I stood and held out my hand.
She peered up at me, once again making me wait. “What…” She swallowed. “Why do you need a mirror?”
“I need to show you something.”
“What?”
“I’m not like the other assholes, Eve. Will you trust me? Please?”
Her chest rose and fell as I waited. She nodded and pushed up from her chair, but didn’t take my hand. “Come on.”
I kept my focus on her hair while climbing the steps to the second floor, determined not to stare at her lips and the curves my body remembered all too well. Couldn’t do what I intended with a raging hard-on.
She entered the room at the front of the house and flicked on the light. “Back of the door.”
“May I?” My hand lingered above the dimmer switch.
Eve wrapped her arms around herself again, but nodded.
I lowered the light, just enough to dim the bright glare, and shut her door. “Come here.”
She eyed my hand once more, but did as told. I took her arms and stood her in front of me, facing the mirror.
The reflection of her eyes stared at me. Tension lifted her shoulders.
“I want you to see what I see. Will you let me show you?”
A single dip of her chin shot a premature thrill of victory through me.
I ran my gaze down her length and back up. “I could feast my eyes on your beauty for hours, Eve.”
She snorted, but I ignored her and placed my palms on either side of her head. “But this—what lies beneath— surpasses your external beauty. A self-less, kind soul who puts others’ needs before her own. A young woman who has built a good life for herself against adversity. Physical ailments. A childhood of suffering.”
Wetness coated her eyes as she inhaled a shaky breath.
I swiped her still-damp hair to one side, exposing her neck. A shiver slid through her body as I ran a fingertip from her ear to her collarbone. My own blood heated and raced straight to my cock.
So much for keeping my cool.
“The moment I first saw you, I longed to kiss you right here on this smooth, tanned skin.”
She swallowed, but didn’t take her gaze from the reflection of my face in the mirror.
Threading my fingers through her tresses, I leaned in, breathing deep. “Your beautiful golden hair catches the sunlight.” Focused on her eyes, I stepped forward, careful to keep my erection to myself, but close enough to feel the heat of her body. “I look into your stormy eyes, and tingles race down my spine.”
Eve’s shoulders relaxed beneath my hold.
I slid my hands down her arms, to her waist, and over her flared hips. “These curves have haunted my dreams. My waking hours.”
Although I longed to brush my lips along the pulse thrumming in her neck, I refrained. Holding my breath, I grasped the hem of her shirt in my fingers and gathered the material upward.
Lower lip between her teeth, Eve lifted her arms and allowed me to pull the shirt over her head and drop it. She gasped as I unhooked her white, lace bra, but didn’t stop me from sliding it off, revealing her pert breasts and hardened nipples.
The bit of lace floated to the floor without sound, and unable to help myself, I lifted my hands to cup her breasts. I rubbed my thumbs across the puckered nubs. “And these … flawless.” I pinched lightly, and another gasp escaped her parted lips. “The thought of running my tongue around them, drawing them into my mouth, heats my body.”
A tremor shook her beneath my hands.
I stepped back. “Take off your pants.”
An audible gulp reached my ears, but she did as told, leaving her cotton panties in place. I drank in the sight of her bared curves that had been hidden by darkness the night before. My cock jumped, pushed against the pants holding him at bay as she straightened.
I tore my gaze from her body to find her focused on her image in the mirror rather than me.
A small, uncontainable smile grew, but I bit down on my tongue to force it away.
One step brought me close again, and I ran my hands along her hip bones, dipping inside the edges of her panties. “And here.” I slipped a finger beneath the cotton. Wetness seeped from her pussy and soaked the thin material hiding her curls from me.
Eve sagged back against me, her eyelids fluttering shut.
“This part of you,” —I pressed two fingers into her and whispered in her ear— “is soft as a rose petal and tastes like heaven.”
She whimpered as I stroked deep.
“Open your eyes, Eve.”
Eyes darkened with desire lit on the reflection of my face.
“Look at yourself.”
Her gaze flitted downward, lingering on my hand moving beneath her panties.
“You’re beautiful.”
Tears glistened again as she raised her head.
I withdrew my fingers from her tight sheath, wiped them discretely on my sweats, and stepped back. “Your body is perfect exactly as it is.”
A tear slipped down her cheek as she returned to peering at her reflection.
“Do you see, Eve?”
She bit down on her lip as another droplet tracked its way toward her jaw.
“Do you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, and my breath left in a rush.
She turned and pressed her face against my chest. Her fingers clutched at my shirt. “Thank you,” she said, tears lacing her voice.
I held her tight and kissed the top of her head. Again, the waiting, but I took joy in the minutes that slipped past until she sniffed and sighed a final heave of breath.
She tilted her head back. “Make love to me.”
Elation swept over me like a raging nor’easter, and I crushed my lips against hers. Our teeth clashed. Tongues stroked and tangled.
I tore away to rip my shirt off overhead as Eve shimmied out of her panties.
Mouths once more fused together, I lifted her in my arms and laid her on the narrow bed.
I pulled the condom from my sweats’ pocket before ditching them in a heap on the floor. Although dampness still
clung to the lashes framing her blue-gray eyes, no wall shut Eve off from me when I crawled atop her on my hands and knees.
She ran her calloused palms up my back and tugged me down. Her sweet breath caressed my face. “It’s been a long time, and I know I’m clean.”
I brushed my lips across hers. “Me too.”
“I don’t want anything between us, Bastian. I’m on the pill for health reasons, so it’s safe.”
No further words necessary, I tossed the square package to the floor, lowered my body against her lush curves, and feasted on her mouth.
Cock throbbing against her soaked outer lips, I ran my hand up her side and cupped her breast, kneading the hard nipple between my fingers.
Eve arched against me and wrapped her legs around my ass. “Please,” she gasped, her ankles pulling me closer, “no more waiting.”
Finally.
A shift of my hips brought my tip to her opening, and I pushed forward. Tight, wet heat clamped around me, and I hissed as I pressed in to the hilt.
Our gazes locked, I pulled out and slid into her once more, loving how she sheathed me. Another slow nudge into her slickness, and I captured her lips.
Eve dug her short nails into my shoulder blades and nipped my lower lip as I backed out to tease her opening with the tip of my cock. “Stop torturing me,” she moaned against my lips.
I slammed forward, drawing a groan from both of us.
“More,” she whispered. “Harder.”
She slid along the bedspread with each forceful thrust. The headboard thumped against the wall. Her eyelids clamped shut, and she tipped back her head.
“I wish you could see how gorgeous you are right now,” I said with a gasp, filling my vision with her flushed cheeks, sweat-glistened skin, and golden hair spilling across the pillow.
Her eyelashes lifted, and eyes the color of a summer storm cloud focused on me as I continued to thrust into her sweet pussy. On the verge of exploding, I reached a hand between us and rubbed my thumb across her swollen clit.
Her lips parted on a gasp, pupils dilated and, gaze locked on me, she arched her back off the bed. A whimper rose from her throat and heightened until she screamed out my name.