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I slid my tongue along his lower lip and flicked inside. His breath hitched and for the first time I felt the tension in his arms. My fingers slid into his curls and around the back of his head to get a grip on the nape of his neck.
My eyes slitted open and met his gaze. No easy summer skies now. They were fierce with an echoing need held banked. To protect me? Himself?
I was tired of missing out on something amazing. The fear held me for a moment. All too often, I’d been on the precipice of something wild and I’d stepped back from the edge.
Not this time.
I slid my other hand down to fist into the warm, soft cotton of his dress shirt, tugging the tails out of his jeans.
The smooth, hot skin of his lower back burned my fingertips as I nipped his lower lip.
It was all it took to unleash the fireball living in this man above me. He crushed his lips to mine, opening me with a deep groan that climbed inside of me and activated all the places inside of me shut up tight.
My hand snaked under his shirt and up his back, my nails seeking out the map of his muscles as my thighs slid open to seat him against me.
He groaned again and rolled his hips, grinding the seam of my jeans against the center of me that was already primed from our trip on Storm. He rose above me, blocking the sun and the breeze until there wasn’t anything I could focus on besides him.
His breathing was heavy as he stared down at me. Confusion and wonder crawled across his features before he buried his face in my neck.
Did he feel it too?
Chapter6
Beckett
Sunshine and Denim
She smelled like a spring garden and her skin was smoother and more fragile than I’d imagined.
I scraped my teeth down her neck to her shoulder where her scent pooled and stretched the neckline aside to taste more of her. The potency of her dug inside me like thorns.
I’d been prepared for a sweet afternoon and maybe some fooling around.
I’d talked a good game at my parents' house, but I didn’t actually believe we’d do anything other than mess around. From the moment we started the ride here, I realized just how wrong I’d been. She wasn’t like the women I usually spent time with. She was refined and probably as close to proper as a man like me would ever touch.
Oh, I’d hooked up with plenty of rich girls over the years. Many a pampered college coed looked for a good time when they were on roadtrips with their friends, but they knew the score. Sometimes even more than I did. I’d mistaken fun for something deeper a time or two and had withstood my share of heartbreak in my early twenties. As my responsibilities increased, I learned to enjoy a steamy night more than looking for forever. It was easier to find someone who understood that sex could be a release valve, some more intense than others.
Helena didn’t fit in that slot. She explored me with a sense of innocence and hint of challenge that left me the one off balance. And her huge golden eyes were going to kill me.
That definitely couldn’t happen.
I needed to take control of this situation or I’d be taking a dip in the cold spring just to stop my brain from sizzling into dangerous territory where huge mistakes could be made.
I inched my way down from her neck to cup her handful sized breast through the threadbare shirt. Christ, I could see the shell pink of her nipple through the material. I wanted to drag it up and get a good look before I tasted, but something told me that was the road to perdition.
Once I got her naked, I might not be able to stop myself from exploring every inch of her and that wouldn’t be happening in the middle of a field where anyone could come up on us.
The odds of it were slim.
The only people at the orchard this weekend were involved with the wedding. They were more than busy with the reception and the gossip surrounding Helena. While thatshouldkeep people from exploring the edges of the orchard, my brothers were known for sneaking away to show off the sights with women they wanted to impress.
Kind of like me.
Even if I hadn’t brought anyone to the spring in too many years to count, I knew how a randy twenty-something year old male felt. At the very least, Justin might have the same idea I had.
And right now, I sure as fuck felt like a horny kid. I plucked at the tight little tip and her back arched. She locked eyes with me. Her hazel eyes wavered between gold and green depending on how the light hit. Wild cat’s eyes right now. Frustration and the feeling of overwhelm crashed into fascination as she sunk those long, elegant fingers into my hair until I wanted to growl.
Annoyed that her touch urged me to lean in for more gentleness, I closed my mouth over her nipple through the material. She hissed out a surprised breath and the circle of wetness may as well have been tissue paper covering her.
