from her breast, he nibbled at her chin, teasing her until he took her mouth in a breathless kiss that fired all his cylinders. Still kissing her, Thorne ran his hand down her hip, then undid the button on her jeans and tugged down the zipper. He lingered for a moment on the indentation of her navel, stroking a single circle before slipping his palm down the satin of her belly beneath her panties. He enjoyed the flutter as her muscles contracted at the brush of his fingers along her hairline, and felt her humid heat at his fingertips.
Her fingers tightened in his hair as she lifted her hips off the sleeping bag. “Hurry!”
He dared not fully undress her. But he pushed her jeans and sensible cotton panties down to her knees, inhaling the spicy mélange of cinnamon and the hot heady scent of her sex.
Kissing her while one-handedly undoing his own clothes was a gymnastic feat. Even his own touch threatened to blow the top of his head off.
Having exposed only what was necessary, he slid two fingers into her slick channel. “If I tasted you here right now you’d taste salty sweet and luscious.”
“B-be my guest.”
Thorne smiled. She looked and sounded so earnest, clearly so engrossed she’d forgotten where they were. Even as he stroked her supple body and made love to her, he was aware of everything around them. Alert to danger. The firelight made deep pockets of shadow where any manner of unpleasant things could hide. “Pretend we’re in the back of my car at the drive-in movies. By necessity we need to do what we want to do discreetly and with some speed.”
She huffed out a laugh. “I’ve never made out in the backseat of a car before.”
“Let me show you the general principle, then. You get to be on top for this one.” He half tugged, half lifted her on top of him and was rewarded with a big smile of appreciation. “Yes, I can see you’ll take to this position like a duck to water. Spread your legs,” he instructed. She bracketed his hips with her knees, her body open and fragrant as she poised above his eager penis. Her T-shirts were still rucked up around her neck, the fabric of her bra wet around her nipples. Thorne reached up to stroke the buds so they tightened to sweet little points. “You’re in charge.”
Hands braced on his chest, Isis slid down on the spear of his dick, her body clenching and pulsing around him. For a moment she was unmoving, head flung back, eyes closed. “I could die just like this and be happy.”
“No one is dying, and you’ll be a lot happier doing this in that big bed I promised you.” He ran both hands up the baby-soft skin of her exposed midriff, then cupped her breasts. She sucked in a wobbly breath as he rolled the erect nipples between his fingertips. “If you’re in the driver’s seat”—he tweaked harder and her back arched in response—“drive, Miss Magee.”
She started to move, slowly at first, and then picked up speed. The sensation of her grinding down on him almost pushed Thorne over the brink. The sensation was too sharp, too fucking perfect to last. He grabbed her hips to slow her down, but it was too late as the avalanche of his climax hit him full force.
Her body bucked and tightened, and she let out a strangled scream as she came. Then collapsed on his chest.
He pressed his face into her damp throat as he fought for control of his body and his emotions. Her fragrant hair tickled his nose; her body was limp. They were still joined. He was still semi-erect. The rhythm of their elevated heartbeats was syncopated, a mirrored throbbing that he felt in every pulse point throughout his body.
Her fingers explored the bones of his jaw with delicate strokes, much the way she’d stroked his injured leg at her friend’s apartment what felt like a lifetime ago. Her touch was healing, as if she possessed some form of magic that would take away the pain.
She settled more comfortably on top of him, the weight of her slender body like a benediction as she lazily ran her fingertips over him wherever she could reach. “I like being the boss of you.”
“I bet you do,” he murmured wryly as he, too, let his hands wander over her back and arms, learning the dips and valleys and imagining how she’d feel right