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She reached for him. Even as he locked her inside another cresting orgasm, she tried to touch him.
He shook his head. “Shh. Don’t worry about me.”
She arched off the blanket and twisted her fingers into the plaid flannel. He turned his hand, and the grasping clasp of her tissues around him made his cock throb even harder.
God, he wanted inside her.
But it wasn’t about him.
Not right now.
He groaned. Her legs quaked and shuddered as she melted into the flannel. He laid his cheek against her belly. The quivers inside her felt like tiny aftershocks. He opened his palm over the slice of skin between her navel and her hood and lightly massaged her.
The hiccuping moans finally faded, and she covered his hand with hers. “Shane.”
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
She trailed the backs of her knuckles along his hairline, her dark eyes soft and sated. “Every time you tell me I’m beautiful, there’s a swear word in there.”
He opened his mouth to answer, but she traced her nail over the dip at the top of his lip.
“I like it.”
He rubbed his bearded chin across the concave of her belly and up to her ribs. She left him split open and frayed. The numbness was easier. But easy hadn’t worked in the past. Easy had left him adrift with nothing concrete to hold on to.
Their eyes locked as he pushed her tank up and revealed the matching sky-blue cotton and lace of her bra. He sucked her nipple into hardness under the cotton. He let it go, crowding over her. He hissed when her hand slid around the base of his cock.
“Kendall. I told you—”
“I know what you told me. I want you inside me.” She flicked her tongue under his chin where the scruff of his beard faded into skin.
He hovered over her, one hand beside her head, the other tucked against her side. Her curls twisted around his wrist; her skin burned against the other.
He eyed the bag at the corner of the blanket. He’d bought condoms at the rest stop. It was going to look like an asshole move. That he expected this. He just knew his willpower and Kendall didn’t live in the same zip code.
She writhed under him and drew the tips of her nails along the underside of his shaft. “Get the condoms out of the bag.”
He looked down at her. “I—”
“I saw you go back in for something when I was buying lunch.” She tightened her grip at his cockhead and twisted.
He shut his eyes. “Fuck.”
She laughed. It was free and sexy as hell. Startled, he looked down at her again. “Something funny about this?”
“Just that you feel guilty.”
“You don’t know what I feel.”
The growl in his tone seemed to tickle her even more. She wrapped one smooth leg around his waist, pushing at his jeans with her foot. “It’s a beautiful day, and you have a girl who’s willing to go”—she dropped her voice to a whispery, over-the-top Marilyn Monroe voice—“all the way.”
He leaned down and nipped her jaw. “All the way, huh?”
She nuzzled her cheek against his, and his arms weakened for a moment. She made him want to give her softness, but that was stupid. Then again, nothing about Kendall put him in the smart column.
She reached over her head. “I can’t—”
Her breast lifted until the fullest part of her was an offering. Small and perfect and cupped in the same color as the sky. His hips circled in the haven of her thighs; the head of his cock grazed her slick folds. The heat of her lured him closer. Skin to skin. He grasped his shaft and groaned as she opened for him.
