Page 70 of Own the Eights Gets Married
“What’s morewildernessthan doing it outdoors?” she purred as he kissed the corner of her mouth.
Jordan gripped her ass, and delicious tingles engulfed her body.
“What kind ofnot-sexsex could we call it?” he asked, working his way over to her earlobe.
“Communing with naturenot-sex. It’s natural. Birds do it. Bees do it,” she said in a breathy singsong voice.
“Even deer jerky-eating fleas do it,” he replied, changing the words and making her giggle.
But before she could compliment him on his wit, his other hand worked its way down her back to rest on her butt, then stilled.
With both hands, he investigated her ass and gave her a mischievous pat down. “You’re not wearing underwear,” he remarked.
No, sir! She wasn’t.
A coy grin bloomed on her lips. “I’m fresh out of clean panties. I hope this isn’t a problem?”
“Commando in the wild?” he commented with a kiss to her neck.
“Pretty hot, huh?” she replied.
As if she were a green smoothie, he raked his gaze down her body and devoured her with his eyes.
“You have no idea.”
She took a step away, coming out of his embrace. He watched her curiously as she turned her back to him. With the skill of a pageant veteran, she sauntered over to a large rock and bent over, presenting her booty like a work of art.
She glanced over her shoulder. “Ready to commune with nature?”
“I love communing with nature,” he answered, sprinting over to her.
He gathered her unruly mass of hair, detangled it from the tracking device’s cord around her neck, brushed it over her shoulder, then pressed a kiss to the exposed skin. But he didn’t linger there for long. Jordan worked his way down to her waist, then peeled her yoga pants down to her ankles. The twilight air sent goose bumps down her body, but she didn’t mind. She’d been in a sleep-deprived wilderness-hating haze, and the cool breeze combined with the heat of Jordan’s body proved to be the perfect stimulant.
“I’m going to take you from behind like a National Geographic animal documentary,” Jordan growled into her ear.
Under normal circumstances, that comment would have made her laugh her ass off. But, after all they’d been through, she could totally get into this animal sex thing.
Jordan shrugged down his track pants and boxers, then pulled her close and pressed his rock-hard cock against her ass.
“I’m going to fuck you like an animal, Georgiana,” he said with another kiss to her neck.
A lightning bolt of lust shot through her body—or it could have been a real flash of lightning. At this point, her animal sex brain had taken over, and all she wanted was dirty girl take-me-from-behindnot-fornicationfornication.
She gasped. “We are hitting every naughty wilderness sex song.”
Jordan pressed his fingertips into the flesh of her hip while the tip of his cock teased her entrance.
Georgie closed her eyes as desire flowed through her.
“Touch me,” she moaned, and her fiancé knew what to do.
His large, skillful hand cupped her sex. With a deft caress, he teased her most sensitive place, working her in a rhythmic motion when something cold and wet pitter-pattered against her half-naked body.
“What’s that?” she gasped.
“A little rain. I’m sure it will pass,” he bit out as he slid inside her.
Sex outdoors in the rain for anyone to see? A wild sense of excitement popped and crackled through her body—or maybe it was more lightning.
