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"It was only four stitches," he says, a glint of humor in the shy smile I see when I dare to look up at him. "I always figured I was just lucky Vale was deployed at the time. If you'd gone to him, they'd probably still be looking for me."
A light laugh escapes me but it's mostly nerves.
Oz is definitely closer to me now than before. His head turned toward me, watching my fingers stroking lightly over his arm, the scar long forgotten already. I just want to touch him.
Osprey
"Do you have any idea what you do to me, Red?"
Fighting a Bigfoot out in the woods would be easy compared to the courage it takes to whisper those words aloud with Meadow's lips only a few inches from mine.
When her caramel eyes lift up to mine and I see her pupils blown wide and the way her full lips are parted softly-- hell, I couldn't stop myself if I tried.
My mouth is sealed to hers and the feel of her yielding to my kiss ignites something feral inside me.
We both go tumbling onto the small cot in a frenzy of hands and mouths, completely oblivious to the three hundred, sixty degree view the tower's thick, Plexiglas sides give to anyone in a mile radius.
Fortunately, there's not a damn soul in a mile radius to see what's going on up here.
My hands slide over Meadow's full breasts, filling my palms with all that softness that I've been fantasizing about since I knew what fantasies were made of.
Buttons are popping and shirts are tossed aside. Red's got my t-shirt off and when she runs her hands down my chest, I think it might be enough to kill me.
Then I've got her bra off and those perfect tits are in my mouth, sucking one nipple at a time till the tips are long and hardened while Meadow squirms underneath me making needy little gasping noises.
"Fuck, I want you, Red," growl, yanking that damn little band out of her hair so I can run her wild, rusty curls through my fingers while I nip the soft flesh of her throat between my teeth.
Meadow bucks her hips up, pushing her hot mound against the throbbing pole that's still trapped behind my zipper.
"So take me," she gasps. Her voice is throaty and deep and I don't need more experience with women to know how turned on she is.
Meadow's undoing the fly on my pants and feeling her hands on my cock has me seeing stars.
This is all I've ever wanted, Meadow's soft curves pressed against me while she begs me to make her mine.
"You don't know what you're asking, Baby," I mumble into rise of her stomach as I trail my mouth down her body.
Fuck. How far can I take this and still have the strength to turn back before it's too late?
My hands push at her pants, cursing the damned, double-thick polyester fabric that doesn't yield easily to giving me the access to her sweetness that I need to taste.
"I know what I want." she wiggles free of the pants, giving me a view of the sweetest sight of her soaking wet pussy covered by a pair of simple, white, cotton panties.
The scent of her is intoxicating. I know I've lost my damn mind as I bury my nose between her legs and inhale to remember this forever.
Just a taste, I lie to myself as I hook my fingers into the elastic of the little briefs and slide them down her curvy thighs.
Her curls down here are darker than the wild rusty sunset locks on her head.
I've never done this before; I'm just going on pure instinct as I draw my tongue through her slick folds and suction over the swollen pearl of her clit.
Meadow's back arches, her hands clutching my hair and I'm pretty sure I must be doing it right when those wide hips buck against my face and she coats my beard with her cream.
"Holy fuck. That was amazing, Baby. You taste like fucking heaven, Red."
"I still want you, Osprey."
Her ragged voice is so desperate, I don't know how I'm going to keep my control.
