“Fuck, Mack.” Arabella was wriggling, her frustration mounting, her desperation a tangible, electric force.
“Hold on.” Grabbing the fabric, I yanked, the material tearing, her panties falling away. The moan she let out hit me square in the chest. Desperate to get my hands on her skin, I shoved her sweater up, and she raised her arms instantly so I could get it all the way off. With one hand on the back of her neck, I hauled her close so I could kiss her, thrusting my tongue in her mouth. With the other hand, I deftly unclipped her bra and pulled it off her, dropping it onto the floor. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples pebbled, her skin pink and silky. Fuck, she was beautiful, her curves, her warmth, her sweetness, and her fiery spirit.
Palming her gorgeous tits, I rubbed her nipples, pinching and tweaking, loving her moans, her writhing, the way her eyelids were fluttering.
“You like that?”
“God, yes.”
Leaning in, I pressed a lingering, reverent kiss to the swell of her breast, her skin salty, her scent sweet and lovely. Flicking my tongue, I tasted her, a low, ragged moan ripping from her throat. “You taste incredible. So sweet.” I teased and tongued, my teeth scraping, her whimpers urging me on. I switched sides, groaning at the feel of fingernails biting into my scalp. She was so hot for it, I could push her over the edge in a nanosecond. The way she was arching her spine and grinding her slick, wet heat against me was driving me wild.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait to bury myself inside her. She made a sound of protest when I eased her up a little, but the second my cock notched at her entrance, her eyelids fluttered and her moan was a shiver of pure, blissful agony.
“Slow,” she murmured, her words barely a whisper.
“Okay.”
Her forehead dropped to mine, and she lowered herself down, taking me deep. Pure ecstasy flickered over her face and it almost undid me.
Our movements were slow and measured, the RV a cocoon, the engine ticking, the heater humming. Arabella’s breaths were shallow, her moans soft and helpless.
“You feel so good,” she gasped, and the tone, the wonder, had emotion welling up in my chest, had my grip tightening, had pleasure careening through me. She started moving a little faster, her rhythm changing, her body angling, seeking. “So close.”
Her pace was building, her moans frantic, her movements jerky and desperate. Gripping her hips, I held her, keeping her anchored, letting her ride me. Suddenly, her hips were twisting, her spine arched, and she cried out, her body contracting around me as she climaxed. There was no holding back: Her heat, her cries, had pleasure punching through me, had my cock thickening, throbbing, had my release rocketing through me. Arabella was still coming, her cries mixing with mine until we were both spent.
She collapsed forward, sliding her arms around my shoulders and burying her face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around her, and we sat, not moving, not speaking, not wanting the moment to end. Arabella’s skin was warm, her breathing slowing, her heartbeat steadying.
Finally, she eased back, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “So. Friends again?”
I huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. Friends again.”
“Excellent.” She leaned back in, kissing me so sweetly that for a moment, I forgot everything, the tattoo, the secrets, the pain and the fear. She was the balm, the healing, the soothing. Who was I kidding? Arabella was a fucking miracle.
Then I remembered that I wasn’t going to do that to her, so I pulled away, brushing her hair back from her forehead and saying, “We’d better get going, or Evelyn’s going to worry.”
“Yeah. You’ll need to give me time to get some fresh panties though, since mine are obliterated.”
“Sorry not sorry.”
“Me either.” She kissed me once more, then eased off my lap, scooped up her clothes and went to the bathroom.
After fixing my pants and re-starting the RV, Arabella reappeared, dressed, her hair brushed, her lip gloss reapplied. God, she was beautiful.
“Chicago, here we come!”
“Here we come.”
We drove on in companionable silence, the tension gone, the mood lighter. Arabella was practically buzzing, her energy a palpable, glowing thing. I wanted to bask in that glow, to feel it warm me from the inside out. It made me yearn for things I couldn’t have and, shifting in my seat, I rubbed my hand over the ache in my chest, trying to ease it. It didn’t work, so I just consoled myself with the fact that Arabella was happy, and that was all that mattered.
CHAPTER28
Arabella
We crested a rise and I let out a gasp. There was Chicago’s skyline, popping up on the horizon like it was flexing for Instagram. I looked at Mack. He was focused on driving, but I caught the small smile that curved his lips. Cute. And sexy.
“Whoa, check it out!” I blurted, as the Willis Tower spiked up in front of us like the world’s tallest middle finger to gravity.
“Yeah, it’s something.”