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Oh, God. She closed her eyes. “Yes,” she answered.
He kissed her lower lip. Bit it gently. Let it go. “With a man?”
She didn’t want to say. She couldn’t. She was a challenge. Hard work for a guy. No one wanted to be hard work in bed. But she finally shook her head. “No.”
He exhaled deeply. One of his hands slid up her back to cradle the nape of her neck. His fingertips felt textured against her skin. Calloused. “No?” he murmured against her mouth.
She shook her head, the tiniest movement, letting her parted lips brush over his. He kissed her again finally. An urgent, dark kiss, his hand still on her neck, keeping her close.
Wanting to be even closer, she twisted toward him, sliding her knee up, and then his hand was on her leg, lifting it over his thighs so that she straddled him.
Veronica held him now. Her hands slid up his shoulders and his neck, and she cradled his face and kissed him more deeply. His hands went to her thighs, and his fingers rubbed slowly up and down, up and down, from her knees to the tops of her legs. She wanted him to go higher. She was spread open, straddling him, and she wanted him to rub her there. Right there. She wanted it to feel the way she’d always hoped it would. But his hands stayed on her thighs.
When he raised his head, she followed him, and he gave in and kissed her again. Triumph flared bright inside her. He wanted her. He couldn’t resist her mouth. His fingers tightened on her thighs. Yes.
When he pulled away this time, his breath was rough. She stroked her fingers down his beard and put her mouth to his neck. She wasn’t done tasting him. She wanted more. She felt his moan through her tongue and teeth and she dragged her hands down to his chest and the hard muscles there.
“Tell me what you’ve done,” he groaned.
“No,” she whispered against his neck. She didn’t want to. It was all silly. She’d done things that everyone else had done; it just hadn’t been good.
One of his hands slid up her hip, her waist, her ribs. He cupped her breast through her shirt and slid a thumb over her nipple. Veronica groaned with sharp need. It felt so good and it was torture. A small, stingy promise of what she’d feel if he touched her clit.
But then he rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger and she hissed at the pleasure.
“I just want to know,” he said. “I don’t want to shock you. I don’t want to move too fast.”
“Shock me,” she urged.
He tugged her shirt up and her bra down and he closed his mouth over her nipple.
Veronica cried out. She couldn’t help it. The pleasure was so sudden and sharp that it nearly hurt. She threw her head back as he sucked at her. When she opened her eyes, she saw stars. Stars just starting to shimmer above them in the purple sky.
“Oh, God,” she breathed.
Above the sound of her own pounding heart, she heard a chittering and closed her eyes to ignore it. But then Gabe’s mouth left her breast. Her nipple ached at the shock of cold before he tugged her shirt down.
Her head swam with dizziness when he lifted her leg and swung her around to her original position.
“I’m sorry,” he said gruffly as the chittering sound grew louder. A biker flew past them so quickly that it felt like a sudden storm, the wind hitting them hard. “I shouldn’t have done that here,” Gabe continued.
Veronica blinked, trying to clear her head, but she was still stuck in the pleasure. She wanted to get back to it. Who cared about bikers or hikers or anyone else?
She kissed him again and took his hand to slide it back under her shirt. Her nipple felt cold until his palm covered it with heat.
Gabe groaned. “Men have touched you here before?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, no longer shy.
His hand slid down her belly and over her shorts. “And here?” He cupped her, his big hand holding her sex in a careful grip. His fingers pressed lightly.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He kissed her neck again, and she arched into his mouth as the heat of his hand soaked through the fabric that covered her pussy. “Have they licked you here, Veronica?” His fingers pressed gently.
The thought of him doing that filled her head so completely that she squirmed against his hand. She wanted his hot mouth there. She wanted his tongue. She wanted to grip the messy waves of his hair and hold him to her pussy. “Yes,” she finally answered. “Just...just once.”
His breath huffed against her throat. “I want to do that.”
