As Richard watched, her lips turned luscious and wanting.
What was it about her? Or rather, her gaze. Her eyes. She stared straight at him and said nothing, yet told him everything all at once.
With a single glance, she shared all her desire for him. But if he had any doubts, her flirting lips sucking back his finger swallowed the rest of his will. Having teased him with a taste of things to come, her tongue dragged against him as he freed his finger from her mouth.
Smiling, she whirled and pushed his tense body against the tree. Her fingers skated down his shirt to unburden his painfully protruding rod from his jeans. They kissed, foraging their way through every breath, skimming every turn of each other’s mouths as his pants and boxers slid to the ground. Her grip smoothed around his cock, and she ripped their kiss apart for an eyes-on verification.
“Damn.” She sighed, raising her eyebrows at his mountain of mayhem. Seeming half mesmerized, half giddy, she gazed down at him as her hands massaged him.
“I’ll be gentle, baby,” he said softly as he cupped her cheek, but apparently he’d misunderstood.
Her smile broadened to let out a light laugh. “Oh, that’s really not necessary. But I’m gonna need a test drive.”
“Then come here.” He pulled her closer, laying hot kisses down her the graceful line of her neck and making a move to shed her of a few garments here and there.
She pulled away. “And that’s not necessary either.”
His eyes shot open wide as she dropped to her knees. With a tight grip on his throbbing cock, she teased her tongue in a swirl up his shaft before sweeping an ice-cream lick across the top.
“Jesus, Jaclyn.” He cried out, collapsing back against the tree trunk as her lips electrified every nerve in his body. The heat of her mouth worked him in and out.
Fuck, this is . . . what? It’s . . . something else. Something completely unexpected.
Her lips tightened their slide up and down the slick sides of his shaft, driving a dizzying concoction of frayed feelings and raw emotions across his desperate mind. His fingers searched for satisfaction, comforted in slipping though her thick, tousled hair and caressing her deliciously bobbing head. Serendipity at its finest.
Fooling himself was easy.
She’s mine.
Of course she is.
She wants me.
Wants this.
He gripped her hair, and her captivating mouth captured him clear to her throat. Everything was so good.
Too good. Fuck.
There’s no way in hell she’s mine.
She’s Jaclyn Long, and I’m just another guy she’s taking by the horn.
He suddenly realized that no matter how this turned out, one thing was crystal clear.
She’ll destroy me.
His own thoughts haunted him. But with every delicious, wet, searing-hot slide of her tongue and press of her lips, it was obvious who was in control, and it sure as hell wasn’t him.
Braced against the tree and lulled by her lips, Richard accepted his newfound role as willing and whipped. She was a full meal of spontaneous sex, and he’d been absolutely starving. Waves of ecstasy crashed over him, shaking loose every bit of sanity from the shredded recesses of his mind.
All the planning and plotting had postured him for almost every contingency. All but one.
Her.
Jaclyn’s raw, wild nature would never be tamed, and firefighting wasn’t her nature. She’d sooner shower their lust with fucking kerosene than settle for a second-rate flame.
Her fingers skimmed the back of his thighs as the nirvana of her throat closed in. He prepared to pull out, but releasing her head ignited a new level of her provocative power trip. She grabbed the tight mounds of his ass, pressing her nails into his skin and coaxing him down her throat.
Richard erupted, shouting her name for all the outdoors to hear. His earthshattering climax calmed his breathing and cleared his mind, leaving him with only one thing to focus on.
As God is my witness, I’ll ruin her. Make her hate anyone’s touch but mine. The way she’s just ruined me.
Quid pro quo, baby.