Dodger came to greet her, escorting her the last few yards to his owner. He sniffed her jeans before curling up beside the truck.
She slowed her steps and came to stand in front of Toni, the fire warming her back. The heat in his eyes scorched her everywhere despite the mixture of sorrow evident in their depths.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth.” She panted on shortened breath. “I’ve been so confused. And you”—her throat clamped shut and she had to swallow—“you went from zero to a hundred, and I couldn’t sort out the guilt from the love. This is . . .” She huffed. “It’s surreal, to be honest.”
“What are you saying?” he croaked.
“I’m in love with you, too.”
His mouth parted as his chest rose. He threw off the rug and gripped her waist. A second later, she was straddling him, and his mouth was on hers. When Antonio decided to move, he moved, that was for damn sure. The chill of the air bit into her skin as he lifted her shirt to dive his hands underneath. His tongue searched hers, a taste denied for too long. Her arms clamped around his back, holding on. The fire crackled, offering glowing embers to the sky. Her nerve endings lit up, begging for more of his rough touch. He seemed hungry. Like a man who’d starved for too long.
She was the same. She didn’t want to think about how fast this was all happening. She just wanted whatever he offered.
His hands palmed her butt and pulled her snug against his erection. He broke the kiss, his breath sawing in and out as he watched her through hooded eyes. It was a question. A request for permission to take this further. She grabbed his face and locked her lips onto his as she ground onto his lap.
Yes. Yes. And yes!
She found herself on her back with Toni’s face buried in her cleavage. When had he even unbuttoned her shirt? His hands left her for a second before a blanket descended over them, cocooning them in. Tugging her bra down, he latched onto her nipple, a groan rumbling in his throat. Oh. She stretched her neck at the sensation incited by his lapping and sucking. Her hands wandered over the contours of his back. She yanked at his shirt, impatient to get it gone. Rearing up, he ripped it off before lifting her up and undoing her bra strap. Her shirt disappeared next, and he was back on her. Skin on skin. Mouth on mouth. His hips settled between her legs. She lifted the blanket with her feet, pulling it the rest of the way into position before hooking her knees around his waist.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I want you naked in the firelight.”
“You’re halfway there. Don’t stop now,” she panted.
He paused for a second, blinking at her. “Fuck.” Again, he sat up. Cool air rushed over her skin before he covered her with the rug. “Don’t move.”
He disappeared over the edge. She heard the truck door open and close before he returned. Lifting the cover at her feet, he dove in from the bottom this time. She waited for him to surface. He didn’t. His fingers undid her jeans, dragging them down her legs as he planted kisses on her belly. Wide-eyed, all Lory could do was take in the million stars above, and the flying embers as he bombarded her with a new awareness of her body’s capabilities.
His mouth trailed lower. His hands crept higher, covering her breasts. Squeezing. Molding. Making her his. She jerked as he gently bit her sensitive inner thigh. His stubble scratched before his tongue soothed the sting. She cried out as he pinched both nipples and suckled her through the silk of her panties. The sharp edge of teeth on her clit had her clawing at his hair. He dragged in an audible breath as his nose pressed to her mound before placing another kiss there.
She wanted the barrier gone. Just as she was about to beg, he slid them down. She lifted her hips to help. He didn’t waste the opportunity to scoop his hands under her butt, parting her with his tongue. Lory gasped.
God. He. Was. Good. Shit.
Starting with long, slow licks, he got into a rhythm. Her hips rocked of their own accord. She tossed the blanket away, welcoming the cool air, and the sight of his head between her legs with the fire blazing behind him. Her ankles were bound by the bunched jeans and panties, his torso holding them down. Her knees spread wide to accommodate him. She still had her boots on, like a naughty girl with her pants down. The best kind of mischief.
He slid a finger into her core, scraping his teeth against her bud.
She cried out, trying to keep up with the barrage of sensations. “Antonio.”
Two fingers and hard sucking had her spine curling. He spread her open with his thumb and forefinger, his elbow pressing into her thigh. Inside, his fingers stroked while his tongue swirled and sucked. Stubble scratched in a delicious added bonus.
She came like a freight train. And yes, she was a screamer.
He growled, the vibrations from his mouth adding to the onslaught. He stayed with her as she rode the wave, somehow knowing when to ease off, but not abandoning her in mid climax. She swore it went on for minutes.
Her breathing slowed. She heard the hiss of a zip and the rip of a packet. He tugged off her boots and clothes before grasping her feet in each hand. Folding her legs back, he surged forward, positioning himself at her
