Page 55 of Fresh Tracks
He shakes his head. “I’ve been holding out for someone that caught my eye months ago. So yes, I’m sure.”
That admission sends a spark down my spine to my achingly needy core. I can practically feel the tension between us about to snap.
“Good,” I say breathily, running my other hand through his hair, “now do what you’ve been dying to.”
He gives me a confused look.
I groan and roll my eyes. “Do I have to spell it out for you again?”
I reach down with both hands, peeling my wet sports bra off and over my head, flinging it behind me. I turn and throw my leg over him so I’m straddling his lap. He looks up at me in stunned disbelief. His eyes dart between my bare chest and my lips, before locking back on my eyes. I wrap my arms around his neck, smirking down at him, watching his chest heave with each breath.
“You are never short on surprises,” he says, his eyes still locked on mine.
“Maybe you need to stop being surprised that I’m into you.” I lean forward, bringing my lips to his ear, breathing in that bergamot scent. “Now just kiss me already, Tommy.”
This time, he doesn’t hesitate.
He palms my waist with one hand and my skin tingles at the touch of his strong, calloused hand on my side. His other hand cups the nape of my neck, bringing our mouths together in a hot, longing kiss. This one is even more electric than the first, his tongue already deep in my mouth, gliding over mine. His hand slides up over my ribs, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps along the way.
I lace my fingers into his shaggy hair and I pull our bodies closer, feeling my nipples drag over his hard chest, sending another jolt of electricity through me.
I break the kiss, both of us panting to catch our breath. Our eyes meet and I can see the hunger consuming him, completely laid bare.
I lean back, pressing myself into his hard erection under me. The friction against my throbbing clit through my shorts isn’t enough and just has me needing more. He groans and his eyes drop to my chest and a little laugh escapes my lips.
“Play with them. I know you want to,” I say, smirking at him.
He looks back up at me with a feral grin. “You have no fucking idea.”
His lips find mine again while he cups one of my breasts in his hand. I whimper into his mouth when he rolls the tight bud between his thumb and fingertips, putting pressure on my piercing. His tongue plunges into my mouth, our tongues stroking and flicking each others. His other hand firmly grasps the curve of my ass, his fingers dancing along the hem of my underwear. I feel the snow falling down around us hitting my exposed back, bringing my nerves to a fever pitch. Every single thing is stimulating me right now.
And I still need more.
I spread my legs open, grinding myself down against his hard length, back and forth, building that tension even higher.
He presses his forehead to mine, letting out a moan. “Fuck, Rainbow. You’re going to make me come in my pants again.”
“Again?” I ask, my eyes whipping up to meet his. Did he just say that? He must see the question in my eyes.
“Last night, on the phone. I meant it. I want you,” he says, pushing his cock against me, giving both of us another jolt of pleasure. His eyes roll back into his head and he lets out a ragged breath.
I reach down between us, dipping my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. “I think your dick and I are on the same page.”
He lets out a huff of laughter, but grabs my wrist, stopping me from going further. I look up at him, alarm flashing across my face. He shakes his head, but smirks at me.
“Believe me, I want nothing more than to be buried in you right now.” I graze the tip of his hard cock with my nails, prompting him to close his eyes and shudder. He takes a deep breath, pulling his gaze from my hand between us and meets my eyes again. “But the first time I fuck you isn’t going to be in a hot tub.”
My shoulders sag and I let out a long, desperate sigh, my head dropping into the crook of his neck. I nuzzle into him, whispering into his ear. “Fine, but I need more than this right now.”
He chuckles to himself and I pull back to see him wearing that same feral grin. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you.”
To my surprise, he grips my ass in his big, strong hands, and turns me around in his lap so I’m facing away from him. “Now take these off for me.”
I look back over my shoulder, enjoying the way his eyes are fixed on me. “Sure thing, Boss.”
Slowly, I slide my shorts down and set them on the side of the hot tub. His eyes stay transfixed on me, tracing the long floral tattoo running down from my shoulder, over my ribs, and to my waist.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he pants, his voice low and raspy.
