“Roxy, wait!”
But it was too late. I fell, crashing into his arms. We both collapsed onto the ground, rolling in a heap of limbs and swearing. I elbowed him hard on the chest. He gasped out a loud “oomph.”
I rolled off him and stood up. I unsnapped the helmet and the harness with shaking hands, feeling like I couldn’t breathe again until all the gear was off. Shrugging out of them so fast you’d have thought spiders were crawling all over them. He did the same from his position on the ground, wincing a little from where I hit him.
“Sorry about that. Is your ankle okay?” I asked with a frown. We were lucky it didn’t get more hurt the first time he fell.
He looked up at me with a soft smile as he watched me peel off the gear. “It’s fine.”
I worried my bottom lip. “You keep getting hurt around me.”
“I’m just happy to be around you,” he said earnestly.
This man who was infinitely patient with me. This man who pushed me outside my comfort zone while holding my hand so I wouldn’t fall. What sort of person acted like that? How was he able to be so open, so sure and sexy and confident?
I’m sure my nerves were part of it. I’m sure the residual fear added to it. And I was positive that final look he gave me pushed me over the ledge.
I attacked him.
I threw myself on top of him and pushed him back into the dirt. I lowered my mouth to his. There was no thought. I had to kiss him again. He tasted better than I remembered from last night. Better than our first night in Denver. His body was on fire beneath me and I wanted to warm myself against him. My whole body shook but so did his. It amplified the heat burning through me. Our tongues rubbed. He sucked on my lower lip. I moaned embarrassingly loud. I pulled back to breathe. His hair was a mess. I guess I did that. My hands were still tangled in it.
He wasn’t smiling. His eyes were ablaze.
“Was that okay?” I asked.
A second later, I was on my back and he was kissing me again. He spread my legs with his and pressed his rock-hard erection into me. It was jarring. How was he this hard this fast? I wasn’t complaining. It was clear where his swagger came from.
“Yes,” he breathed as I gasped for breath. His eyes flicked back and forth between mine. They roamed over my face, his nostrils flared. He seemed almost as surprised as I was. Gone was the charm, burned away by dark desire.
I pushed him up and over until I was on top of him again.
“Control freak,” he said teasing.
His blue eyes were wide and sparkling with lust as they shifted to search my face. They lowered to my chest where my boobs were dangerously close to falling out of my sports bra and shirt.
Free the nip!
He must have had the same thought because his head lowered and he pressed his face into my cleavage.
I gripped his head closer. Balancing on one arm, he managed to wrangle a breast free because one was in his mouth a second later. He sucked at it, flicked my nipple with his tongue.
“Sanders,” I gasped.
His hands roamed up my shirt. They gripped and moved frantically like he couldn’t decide where to touch first or where to stay. I didn’t mind.
This was madness. But I couldn’t stop. I was on the forest floor. I had leaves in my hair and a branch sticking into my thigh. I hoped that was a branch, otherwise I was way out of my league here. I was about to take this man in the middle of nature.
“Wait,” he said. His hand gently pushed me up.
I was still straddling him. His boner was placed perfectly so that I had to keep myself from grinding on it. God, I wanted to. So I did. He threw back his head and moaned. The strong tendons of his neck were so yummy I bent forward and bit into them. Mostly gentle.
He rocked against me.
“No, wait.” He shook his head. “Not like this. Not here.”
He was the picture of sexy. His eyes were hazy with desire. His lips were red and swollen from my kiss. He looked up at me like I was something to be desired.
Then his head seemed to clear as his words settled in. “You deserve so much more than this.”
