She sucked in a gasp and grabbed his arm.
“Don’t worry, pixie. I’ll keep a layer of clothing between me and the parts of you I’m dying to touch.” Just the sight of his hand in the open fly of her jeans shot his arousal into orbit. Now that he’d forged his way into the forbidden warmth between her legs, he’d do anything to stay there.
A red flush bloomed across her chest. She looked up with hazy eyes. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
“I know I’m pushing the limits, Jaye, but we only have two weeks before you go. In the rare times I have you to myself, let me make you feel good.”
A soft whimper escaped from her throat and she lay back, hitching up one knee to give him better access to the vee of her legs. “Maybe just once.”
He slid the thin wet fabric of her panties across her sex. Teasing. Exploring. Searching. A little more pressure nudged his fingertip into her hot, wet crease. The wet satin panties sank into soft flesh. A slow stroke slid his finger against a small, hard ball the size of a pea. Excitement flared. He circled a fingertip around the hidden pearl.
She gasped and closed her eyes. “Oh.”
“You’re so damned sexy,” he growled in adulation. He kept his touch light and slow. Using the delicate seam in the crotch of her panties, he rubbed the satin fold against the small nerve bundle he’d discovered. Small, light circles made her eyelids quiver. Up and down strokes made her pink mouth open. Combining the two made her spine arch off the floor.
She grabbed the back of his neck. “Mitch.”
Her legs clamped around his hand and the slick warmth beneath his fingers pulsed in strong, rhythmic jolts. She was coming apart in his arms. Elation clamped over his soul. He’d proven, without a doubt, that he could love her no matter how many barriers she put between them.
Slanting him a smile, she stroked his hair and let out a soft laugh.
His little pixie was loose and satiated, her graceful arms and legs melting into the sleeping bag. Needing to get closer, he pulled her leg over his ass and thrust the bulge in his jeans against her crotch. In that erotic moment, the truth slammed him hard between the eyes. This woman was all he ever wanted.
She tightened her leg around his hips. “Holy wow. If it’s this good dressed…”
The thick layer of denim around his lower half felt like a prison, locking him from her. He rolled to one side, unzipped his jeans, and hooked his thumb into the elastic waistband of his boxers. “Would you touch me, Jaye?”
“Mm.” With a throaty sigh, she reached for him.
Cool fingers stroked down the length of his rigid shaft and whispered back to the top. The pad of her thumb rubbed the aching tip, igniting the last few feet of his fuse.
He claimed a deep kiss. The wet heat of her mouth made him think of place between her legs that was wet, hot, and ready. “Let me make love to you, Jaye.”
“Not while we’re working together. Makes things too complicatedbut I love touching you.” Her soft lips traced the shell of his ear.
“Honey, don’t.” He didn’t mean it. He’d have a heart attack if she stopped.
Her lips found his earlobe, pulling the flesh into her warm mouth with a gentle suck.
Having just a small part of him inside her detonated his control. He grabbed her hand, loving the feel of her fingers wrapped around his shaft, the feel of holding her while she held him. “You’d better stop stroking me or I’ll come in your hand.”
“Didn’t I just do that to you?”
“Yes, but that’s different.”
“Not at all.” Her thumb slipped out of his grasp. With a soft caress, she spread the moisture that had gathered at the tip of his erection. “You aren’t supposed to give all the time, you sweet man. It’s your turn to take.”
He’d grown so used to giving without taking, he couldn’t believe Jaye wanted him to climax in her hand. The idea shivered up his legs to curl around his groin. So tempting. He released her hand and rested his temple against hers. “Did you just call me sweet?”
“Mm hm. You’re selfless, funny, and you make my heart bounce off my ribs every time you kiss me.” Her free hand trickled a soft caress through his hair. Her chest pressed against his. Her soft abdomen brushed against his rigid belly. She gifted his erection with firm downward strokes and whisper-soft upstrokes.
From head to foot, he felt loved. The burning fuse inside him reached the base of his hard on, igniting a powerful spasm. Pleasure exploded, pouring out of him in long, stunning pulses. Twisting the sleeping bag in his fists, he bore down on her lean body with a hoarse groan as an orgasm shot out of him. After the last spasm faded, he barely had the energy to brush his mouth against her ear. “I think my head just exploded.”
She laughed. “I’ll take that as a complement.”
With a careful turn of his hips, he rolled off her and reached for his T-shirt. He wiped off her hand, astonished at the amount of milky liquid he’d propelled into her palm. Complications, his ass. Even though he hadn’t made love to her, things had just gotten a helluva lot more complicated between them.
“Now I know why you like sex,” she murmured.
“How so?” He tossed away his shirt and pulled the edge of the sleeping bag over them.
She snuggled against his bare chest, pressing an affectionate kiss on his scarred collarbone. “Having sex is fun and feels really good…when I’m with you.”
A ferocious surge of emotion clogged his throat with feelings he dared not voice. Opening up to Jaye would be downright suicidal considering she was leaving in two
