He didn’t really know her. Didn’t know why she was here in Oak Creek. Had no idea what all the cupcake and tequila stuff was all about.
But he knew she’d been celebrating her birthday alone, and he knew they wanted each other, even when alcohol wasn’t involved. He also knew she was grinding her sweet hips against him in a way that was driving him crazy.
He kissed down her neck again. Open-mouthed kisses that allowed him to trace his tongue along her soft flesh. Then he nipped at it with just enough force to pull a gasp, then a moan out of her.
No, he wasn’t going to have sex with her, not tonight. Not when he wasn’t one hundred percent certain she’d be happy with her decision in the morning. That was a matter of honor, and it was a code he would not break.
But like she’d said...it was her birthday. And he’d be happy to help make it a memorable one if he could.
He finished the rest of the buttons on her blouse, sliding it open so he could kiss his way down her chest. He slid his fingers along the edge of her breast before cupping it, relishing the feel of her tight little nipple against his palm.
He slid down the fabric of her bra until it rested under her breasts, making a nice little shelf for the two points peeking directly out at him. He nipped and sucked on one as his hand moved to the other and did the same.
When he had nibbled, sucked, and bitten until both peaks were standing straight up and she was breathing like she was running a sprint, he tilted his head up and did what he’d been longing to do since almost the first moment he’d seen her.
He reached into the bun at the back of her head and let it loose.
He knew he’d be finding bobby pins in his truck for weeks to come, but it was worth it to see her dark hair fall around her shoulders.
She looked at him, flushed and bared to his eyes, not nearly as proper as everything about her suggested. Seeing her this way fed something primal inside him.
This was how the woman belonged.
“So damned beautiful.” His voice was deep, guttural.
“Baby...”
Those hips were still rocking up against his, trying to get relief from the ache he had started.
One he had every intention of easing.
“Lie back, Cupcake. It’s your birthday.”
For a second, it looked like she might debate, but when he gently pinched her nipple while looking at her with one eyebrow raised, she fell back mostly against the door, her hands coming to clutch at his head once again.
He kissed his way back down her throat, pausing at those plump breasts before moving lower toward her soft stomach.
This time, he kept going, easing a hand down her leg until he reached her sensible heels and slid one off and then the other. He made quick work of the snap and zipper of her black trousers, kissing back up her belly, stopping at the underside of her breasts, which were still held captive by her rolled down bra. He slid the soft material of her pants down her legs past the knees. He freed one leg entirely from them, pulling it up and onto the seat so she was laying out. The other leg, pants still attached, fell to the floor.
He wasn’t surprised to find matching plain white panties. It was still damned sexy.
He cupped her through the cloth, loving the sound of her moans. His eyes remained locked on hers as he teased along the edge of the material, not quite touching where she wanted, even as her hips chased the trail of his hand.
“Baby. Please.”
She arched as he ran his thumb over her slit through the cloth of those plain panties, now damp with her arousal. He rubbed at her clit with gentle, steady pressure, watching her as her eyes fell closed and her breathing became labored.
His own breath was coming faster as he reached to slide the innocent white cotton over her hips and down her legs, baring her to him. She stiffened slightly and her legs moved together a fraction of an inch.
“Still okay?” he asked.
She nodded, those big brown eyes locked on his.
Sliding his hands up her thighs, he gently shifted her leg up along the seat. He broke eye contact to kiss along her breasts again then down her belly to her