I’m watching her through her rear view, speeding up to get as close as I dare, watching her blue eyes dance through the dust as she snatches little glances back at me. My fingers slip on the wheel. My hands sweaty and my heart pounding like a drum against my ribs.
The same thick beat is playing out in the basement, down in my crotch. Hell, I haven’t been this hard since I was a teen.
I feel my jaw tighten in tune with my hands on the wheel. I have to have her, I must!
But when, how soon? I felt like just dragging her out of her car just now, putting her over my shoulder and striding off into the afternoon with her caveman style.
Her eyes are searching for mine too, through the dust and across the distance between us. I’m glad we’re not driving in traffic, as it becomes pretty clear pretty soon that neither of us is able to focus on much else apart from trying to keep looking at each other.
My heart’s skipping beats too. In between the pounding, the primal urge I have to take her, to claim her as my own. I feel something else, something I’ve never felt before. A knowing sense.
Knowing she’s the one and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it all from happening.
I admit, I lose myself in searching for her eyes through the light dust as we make our way up to the camp. It’s only when I see the red of her tail lights and I have to skid to stop behind her that I realize just how lost I’ve been in just trying to get another look at her.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Get a grip Sean!
I’d love to. On her chest, and on those hips I just know were made for my hands… I wanna get a grip on all of her.
We’re out front of the main office and neither of us is leaping out of our cars. Me? I have a flagpole in my shorts and her, well. I can only imagine how it might be for her if her arousal is anywhere near as intense as mine.
My hands are shaking and it feels like my teeth are chattering. I'm so damned worked up. But something kicks in, that primal urge to keep her safe, to stave off any predatory males that might be lurking around.
I scan the interior for something I can use… my clipboard, perfect.
It’s just big enough to cover this aching bulge in my shorts. Holy fuck, I’ve got precome showing through them already.
If I had to jog or run anywhere, even walking is gonna be hard enough. It feels like I’m about to explode and when I see her getting out of her car finally, it’s about all I can take.
I jump and shudder as I get out of my truck, the thick material of my shorts rasping against my dick, right on the tip at the same moment I register her thick nipples straining against the white fabric of her shirt.
I hear myself groaning, then growling low again.
I was right and I’ve hit the jackpot. She’s got thick, powder white curves from her ankles to her neck and those hips… that pear shaped ass.
I have to stop, leaning over for a second before I can even move. I’m about to come from just looking at her for Christ’s sake.
CHAPTER THREE
Tessa
I can feel myself slipping around down there as I get out of my car. Sean nearly rammed me from behind and I know he was just edging closer to get a look at me in my mirror.
I was watching him the whole way up too.
Anyone else, I’d be telling myself not to be so stupid, to stop dreaming, but I know what I saw when he got in his truck. The man’s hard and that only means one thing.
I think.
Doesn’t it?
Oh… I don’t know. I’ve never even had a boy kiss me let alone a real man, a man who knows what he wants bar up right in front of me, just from talking. Just from looking.
This is gonna be tricky.
I’m so fucking wet, it feels like I’m about to burst. I can’t think straight, and from the look of Sean, almost limping over towards me after he leaned over for a bit, I think he might just be feeling the same way.
Is he really though?
I have a pretty fertile imagination. I’ve always wanted to be a writer, plus I do spend way too much time reading those novels about super stud men sweeping chunky girls off their feet.
But this is really happening, look at him! He’s hard as fuck and it’s all for you, Tess. Give yourself a break already and maybe have some fun for once…
We both just stand there in the silence, looking at each other. The wind flowing through the pines, the distant caw of a bird. I try to swallow but I can’t. All the moisture in my body has gravitated to my panties and I know when I take them off, there’s gonna be soaking wet.
“Well… Here we are,” he says dryly, clearing his own throat and double checking his clipboard is covering his crotch before realizing he has some paperwork on the clipboard he has to refer to.
“I… uh…” he stammers, turning red, but it’s not from embarrassment. It’s the sight of a man exercising all his will not to act on his instincts. A man who knows he’s found his mate and only has to follow through to claim her.
A low sound escapes him, registering in my ears first, and then sending shivers all the way through my body, making special stops at my chest and then beefing it up all the way down to someplace inside me above my swollen mound.
I shiver a sigh and wonder if I move, will this bubble of arousal inside me actually burst? It feels like I’m walking on
