Bedded Bliss (Found in Oblivion #1) - Cari Quinn Page 0,100

drew down her jeans. “Tell me you don’t care. That you want this as much as I do.”

“You know I do. I’m destroying my whole life because I can’t stop wanting you.”

He didn’t know what that meant or if she’d ever spell it out for him. As much as he needed to demand answers, he needed this even more.

Her.

He pulled her jeans down her legs and tossed them on the chair beside them, then went back for her panties, hooking his thumbs in the sides. Above them, she wore a tight Rafferty’s T-shirt that revealed the full outline of her small, pert breasts. Her nipples were already distended, and he leaned up to take one between his teeth through the cotton. She moaned and grasped his head, weaving her fingers into his hair.

Fuck, he loved those subtle little tugs as she lost control. He needed more of them. Now.

“I’m going to recline all the way on this chaise, and you’re going to climb up on my face. And if anyone is taking pictures, I want you to make sure they hear you scream.”

Rather than denying him—and possibly asking if he’d lost the last of his sanity—she clasped the blanket around her shoulders. “Not going to do that through my panties,” she said, making him grin.

“Oh, I could. But for the sake of argument, you win.” He yanked them down her long, pale legs and tossed them on top of her jeans. Then he rose and sat on the chair, leaning back and pulling on the lever that controlled the incline. It was sturdily built, more than capable of holding both of them. He’d never been more grateful for springing for quality than that very moment.

Once he’d lowered the back, he waited, breathing so hard his lungs were starting to cramp.

She was a goddamn vision. Eyes darker than the clouds rolling in, freckled skin flushed pink, her hair nothing but a flame in the dying sun. He couldn’t do anything but hope to God she quickly put him out of his misery.

She moved up the chair and straddled his chest. Biting her lip, she hesitated.

“Uh-uh, Red. All the way. Don’t make me die of thirst.”

Without warning, she turned around, facing the other way. He was sure she’d changed her mind and was going to go inside, maybe leave his place entirely.

Instead she grabbed his belt.

He started to tell her no. This wasn’t about him. He already knew they were taking a risk. As far as he was concerned, anyone could take pictures of them and plaster them all over the web. She wouldn’t see it the same way.

The blanket over the shoulders should be enough to disguise what was happening, but he couldn’t be sure. He couldn’t protect her when he was on his back. Leave it to his dick to do the thinking the minute his brain vacated the premises.

And his dick always made very, very bad choices.

Shit, she’d already undone his jeans.

“Lift,” she murmured, and he did, because he was only a man. Just her using her hand on him would be enough to make him go crazy. Forget anything else.

She pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs, leaving them around his lower thighs like rope. Just one flex of his hips and her mouth was on him, exploring him without any of the reticence he would’ve expected. They were outside, and fuck, her pussy was too far away.

They’d have some tit for damn tat here.

He grabbed her hips and pulled back to his mouth, latching onto her swollen pink slit with a longing he couldn’t hold back. He’d been craving this taste for so long, since the first time he’d gotten a hint of it in the club. Drunk, half delirious, he’d been consumed with the desire to taste her. The reality had nearly killed him, but a long, slow lick from the source was enough to make his body shake from the force of his groan.

She wrapped her insanely strong fingers around his cock, squeezing until his breaths came short and he could only lick her on auto-pilot.

If he passed out between her legs, he’d be grateful for the rest of his life.

He knew she had to stretch to reach him, but greedily, he yanked her back even farther, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. If he left marks this weekend, he’d kiss every one of them.

She cried out and he buried his face deeper between her thighs, making room for himself.