“No.” Her teeth continued to snap together.
Jesse climbed out of his bedroll and went down on one knee next to her. “Move over.”
“There isn’t room.” Her lips were blue, and her whole body shook.
“Yes, there is. Move over.”
She edged back, and Jesse climbed in. He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her body. Her head tucked securely under his chin, he rubbed her back and arms to create warmth. Within minutes, she stopped shaking and relaxed into sleep. He lay next to her tempting body, sleep far from his mind. She may be snug and warm, but he could fry eggs on any part of his body.
The sun rose, and soft pink rays filtered through the trees, casting the ground in a rainbow of colors. Tori’s thumping heart beat against Jesse’s chest. Snuggling closer, she wrapped her arm around his waist. Less than two minutes later, she turned and shoved her backside against him. Once more she turned and went back to the original position.
“If you keep wiggling around like that, darlin’, I won’t be responsible for what comes next.” He gritted his teeth against the assault her well-rounded body had on his senses. Pictures of bubbling streams, cold rain showers, anything at all to cool his core, would help.
“Oh. I’m sorry, am I keeping you awake?”
“Awake and ready.”
She yawned and stretched. “To leave?”
Is she truly that naïve?
His eyes riveted on her breasts as she stretched. Soft, they would be warm to the touch. Their eyes met, and something flashed in her eyes. She glanced away, her face flushed.
He cupped her chin with stiff fingers as he bent to kiss her, sliding his tongue between her cool lips. Tori shifted, and joined his exploration. Her heart hammered aga
inst his wrist as he unbuttoned the shirt, moving the fabric apart and exposing her breasts. He left her lips to gaze down. His mouth became desert dry.
God, she’s perfect.
His fingers trembled as he reached for one breast, drawing a breath in as his palm circled the erect nipple.
She arched her back, and he shifted his position, replacing his fingers with the warmth of his mouth. Her hands slid under his collar, her cool fingers tangling in his hair.
He paid each breast equal attention, lingering no longer on one than the other. Tori whimpered, and her fingers grasped his scalp. He unbuttoned her pants and tugged them down and off, dragging her drawers with them. His hand slid over the curls guarding her core, then lower, circling and massaging her warm, wet heat.
She squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand. Her moisture coated his fingers, the scent of her desire a perfume to his nostrils.
His brain told him this wasn’t a good idea, but his body had gone deaf. Everywhere he touched, his hand encountered softness. Jesse nuzzled her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. She fumbled to unbuckle the belt on his pants.
“Let me, honey.” His hands took over and he rid himself of his clothes. Tentatively, she touched his manhood, almost sending him over the edge.
Before he could embarrass himself, he lifted her hand and kissed the palm, then scraped the tender skin with his teeth. Hot, smooth legs rubbed up and down his, and once again she reached for his swollen member.
One shove, and the bedroll flew off. Cool air rushed over his burning skin. Never had a woman brought him this close to losing control. He cupped her face with both hands, and he kissed her with abandon, almost afraid he’d hurt her in his eagerness.
Tori parted her legs as he rolled on top and in one quick thrust entered her heated moistness. He groaned as her soft walls surrounded and enfolded him.
Cinnamon and her rose water scent mixed with the musk of desire filled the air.
She tightened her legs around his hips, drawing him in tighter, trapping his flesh against hers. Right where he wanted to be. Her body tensed under him, her muscles tightening. “Please, I’m close.”
“Hang on, darlin’.” He panted his words. “Just let go. Don’t strain.” He smoothed her hair. “Relax, baby.”
Jesse continued his thrusts, his mouth against her neck, kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbling. He whispered more encouragement, felt her breath catch as she went over the edge. She pulled him close for a kiss, bucking under him.
One strong thrust, and he stiffened, his back arching and his head thrusting skyward. Soft sunlight added more heat to his face as the warm liquid left his body, pouring into hers. He collapsed on top of her, and they lay in that position, panting as their heartbeats slowed.
Jesse rolled off and pulled her head to his chest, her soft breasts crushed against him. This had affected him far more than their first time together. Emotion clogged his throat, and he wished for some sign that she might feel the same. With shaky fingers, he combed her damp curls. “You okay, honey?”