Page 70 of Broken Roads
"Feel what you do to me?" I ask, rocking up against her.
"Yes," she breathes, pressing down in response.
I find the hem of her shirt, fingers sliding underneath to explore the warm, soft skin of her back. She shivers at my touch, goosebumps rising beneath my fingertips. I trace the dip of her spine, the curve of her waist, the soft flare of her hips, mapping her body with hands that can't get enough.
Sliding my palms higher, I brush the underside of her breasts through her bra.
She arches into my touch, her head falling back slightly to expose the elegant line of her throat. I can't resist leaning forward to press my mouth against her pulse point, feeling it flutter wildly under my lips.
"More," she gasps as I gently scrape my teeth against her skin. "I need more."
Smiling against her neck, I trail kisses up to her ear. "Patience, sunshine."
"I've been patient," she argues, grinding down harder against me. "So very patient."
"Fuck," I groan.
"Yes, please." Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she guides my mouth back to hers for another burning kiss.
Her words send a fresh surge of heat through me. I stand suddenly, hands gripping her ass to keep her steady. She squeals in surprise, arms tightening around my neck and those gorgeous legs wrapping around waist.
"What are you doing?" she laughs against my mouth.
"Taking you to bed," I reply, carrying her the short distance to the blankets I'd spread out earlier. "Or the closest thing we've got out here."
Lowering her gently onto the soft pile of blankets, I brace myself above her. A strand of hair falls across her cheek, and I brush it back, fingers lingering on her impossibly soft skin.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I tell her, my voice rough with emotion.
Her lips part, but whatever she meant to say is lost as I lower my mouth to hers again. This kiss is deeper, hungrier, my control slipping with each passing second. Her hands slide under my shirt, nails scraping lightly against my back.
"Off," she demands.
I sit back on my heels and reach over my head to pull my shirt off in one fluid motion. Eyes widening appreciatively, she takes in my bare chest and traces the ridges of muscle across my abdomen.
"Your turn," I say, reaching for the bottom of her shirt.
She lifts her arms obligingly, letting me tug the fabric up and over her head. The sight of her in a simple black bra steals my breath.
"Holy fuck, look at you," I murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to her collarbone. "So perfect."
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I trail kisses down to the edge of her bra. I trace the lace with my tongue, tasting her skin and breathing in her scent. Sliding my hands beneath her, I findthe clasp of her bra and unhook it. Slowly drawing the straps down her arms, I toss the garment aside. The sight of her bare tits in the moonlight makes my mouth go dry. They're full and perfect, nipples already hardened to tight peaks that beg for my attention.
"Gorgeous," I whisper, cupping the weight of one breast in my palm before I brush my thumb across her nipple. “So fucking gorgeous.” Lowering my head, I replace my thumb with my mouth, drawing the sensitive peak between my lips.
Hailey cries out, her back arching off the blankets as I first suck gently, then with more pressure. My free hand kneads her other breast, thumb circling her nipple in time with the movements of my tongue. The sounds she makes—little gasps and moans that she doesn't try to muffle out here where no one can hear us—drive me wild.
I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while my hand continues to caress the first. Her fingers tangle in my hair, alternately between pulling me closer and pushing me away when the sensation becomes too intense.
"Bradley," she pants, her hips lifting restlessly against mine. "I need..."
"Shh," I murmur against her skin, trailing kisses between her breasts down to her stomach. "Gonna take care of you, sunshine."
I find the button of her jeans, popping it open with a flick of my fingers before easing the zipper down slowly.
When I toss the fabric aside, she's left in just a pair of black panties that match the discarded bra. The thin scrap of lace does little to hide how much she wants this, wants me. And fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on even more.
"Your turn," she says, reaching for my belt buckle.
