I laughed, low and breathless. “Good.”
Then I pushed him back onto the tarp and straddled his hips.
His hands came to my waist, his thumbs brushing the skin just above my jeans. “Soleil.”
I leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep, my hips rolling against his. He groaned, his fingers digging into my skin, but he didn’t rush. He let me set the pace, let me take what I wanted. I unbuttoned his jeans, my fingers brushing the hard length of him, and his breath hitched.
“Fuck.”
I smiled against his mouth. “That’s the idea.”
He flipped us in one smooth movement, pinning me underneath him again, his body heavy and solid. His hand slid down, slipping under the waistband of my leggings. “Last chance to tell me no.”
I lifted my hips, helping him pull my pants and underwear down my legs. The cool air hit my skin, but I didn’t care. I wastoo busy watching him, the way his eyes darkened as he looked at me, the way his jaw clenched like he was holding himself back.
Then his hand was between my legs, his fingers finding me wet and ready, and I gasped. He didn’t tease. He didn’t play. He touched me like he knew exactly what I needed, his thumb circling, his fingers sliding inside me, slow and deep.
“Treyton—”
“You’re mine,” he said again, his voice rough, his mouth against my ear. This time, he knew he was saying it. This time, it was a choice.
I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, my core tightening around his fingers. “Yes.”
He didn’t let up. His fingers moved in a rhythm that had me trembling, his thumb pressing just where I needed it, his breath hot. “Come for me.”
I shattered. The orgasm rolled through me, wave after wave, and he didn’t stop, didn’t let me catch my breath, his fingers working me through it until I was boneless.
“More,” I said. “I want to feel you inside me.”
He closed his eyes. “I don’t have anything with me.”
“When’s the last time…” I didn’t really want to know, but I needed him.
“I’m clean if that’s what you’re asking.” He rolled to his side and propped himself up on an elbow. “It’s been a long damn time for me and it’s never…”
“What?” I cupped his cheek, urging him to go on.
“Hell, Soleil. It’s never been like this.” His eyes met mine and I saw what that admission had cost him.
“It’s never been like this for me either.” I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his thick, hard cock. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill and I haven’t…” I wasn’t about to kill the mood by admitting I’d had sex exactly one time before this. One awkward, uncomfortable time that lasted all of thirty seconds.
“If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
He nodded then was back over me, his weight braced on his forearms, his eyes locked on mine.
“I’m going to make you mine,” he said, and this time it wasn’t a claim. It was a promise.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him down. “Please, Treyton. Make me yours.”
He pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust, and I gasped at the stretch, at the way he filled me, at the way his body fit against mine like we’d been made for this. He stilled, giving me time to adjust, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged.
“Still with me?”
I rocked my hips against his. “All the way.”
Then he moved. It wasn’t fast or frantic. It was careful and deliberate, every thrust measured, every touch intentional. He kissed me like he was memorizing the shape of my mouth, his hands sliding under my back, holding me like I was something precious, something he didn’t want to break.
