Page 143 of Beneath the Mountain Sky
Not with her devouring my mouth.
Not when she seems to have completely forgotten whatever brought her out to the river tonight, which was my only purpose.
There may be almost three dozen people merely a few hundred yards away, but we might as well be a thousand miles from anyone else, with the way the world seems to disappear.
All that exists beneath the mountain sky, littered with stars, is the two of us.
Our slick bodies.
Our all-consuming desire for each other.
Our commitment to this, no matter what else may come.
Willow kisses me with reckless abandon. Grinding along my length. Clinging to my neck and tunneling her hands into my hair as if she can’t get close enough. Twining her tongue with my own. Frantic in a way I’ve never seen her before.
If I adjusted my hold and slid into her right now, she would accept me.
She would take me into her body, giving me her soul again and again, the same way I do mine to her.
But I force myself to keep walking.
To ignore the burning animal instinct to take her this very second.
I head for the treeline, the farthest away from the camp as I can get without delving too deep into the forest. The last thing we need is a damn search party coming out here, finding us naked and in a very compromising situation because we got ourselves turned around in the darkness.
All I need is a solid surface.
And this woman.
My Honeybee…
That sweet scent of lavender and honey clings to her, coats my tongue as she tangles hers with mine.
I step into the trees a few feet, ignoring the bite of twigs and whatever else lies on the forest floor on my soles, until I can press her back against the rough bark.
She gasps into my lips at the contact, and I groan my approval at finally being able to pin her to something, to get the leverage I need to well and truly fuck her.
But I would never cause this woman additional pain. “Does that hurt?”
Willow shakes her head, twining her fingers through my hair. “No, but I don’t care if it does.”
I drag my head back and see the truth in her gaze, the heat there flaring at the many ways I can make it hurt so damn good for her.
She has always liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure, a little bit of adventure mixed in with the mundane. My hand at her throat. Having sex in the McBride Timber office, where anyone might walk in on us. The sharp sting of my hand across her ass…
But only in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d be taking her like this.
Rough.
Hard.
Out here where we’re completely exposed.
“You’re sure?”
She nods.
I dip my head to her neck, kissing my way along the smooth column until I get to her ear, and sucking on the lobe until she groans and rubs her cunt along my cock even harder. “You’re going to have to be quiet, Honeybee. Because if anyone hears you, they might take your screams for something else and come running.”
