Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“What did you mean?” I whisper after a moment.
“I meant that…you’re beautiful,” he says, sending the swooping, spinning feeling spreading through my entire body, until I feel like a bird about to take flight. “And I like touching you way too much.”
“Or maybe just enough,” I say, following the magnetic pole in my chest sucking me inexorably toward this man.
Before I know what’s happening, I turn and lean in, pressing my lips to his.
Chapter 5
WESLEY
I shouldn’t do this. We shouldn’t do this.
I’m still technically in a relationship—at least for a few more hours—and Tessa is best friends with my sister. A failed fling could make things very awkward for both of us moving forward.
But just thirty seconds into this kiss, I already know Tessa isn’t “fling” material. There’s nothing casual about the way I feel when she straddles me, moaning her approval as I grip her ass in both hands. Nothing casual about this kiss that sets every cell in my body on fire.
Speaking of fire…
“Can I take you inside?” I say, breath coming fast as I kiss my way down her neck. “I’d like to touch you without worrying about campfire smoke in our eyes.”
“You can take me anywhere you want to take me,” Tessa says, her words banishing the last of my hesitation.
She starts to shift backward on my lap, but I grip her tighter, holding her in place as I stand and start for the tent, her in my arms.
Her eyes widen as her hands loop around my neck. “Impressive display, Mr. McGuire. I’m not a dainty girl.”
“No, you’re a sexy as hell woman, and I can’t wait to have my mouth all over you.”
She bites her lip, her eyes glittering. “Yes, please.”
I set her down by the tent, pulling aside the flap for her to enter first. Once she’s inside, I join her, zipping the opening shut so we’re not surprised by anything else that might want to blow or crawl in to join us.
When I turn back to her, she’s already stripped off her boots and flannel and is reaching for the bottom of her tank top.
“Should we finish that tick check?” she asks, heat in her gaze that makes my already throbbing cock twitch behind my fly.
“Absolutely.” I chuck my own boots and reach for my shirt, cursing beneath my breath as her breasts bob free of her top. They’re each an overflowing handful, topped by pale peach nipples that I need my mouth on. Now.
Right fucking now.
I’m across the tent in seconds, my hand diving into her hair and fisting there as I pull her close. I crush my lips to hers, kissing her with all the hunger she’s summoned to the surface as I cup her breast in my other hand, teasing her pretty nipple until it’s hard beneath my fingers.
“Jesus, Wes,” she pants when we finally come up for air.
“Too much?” I ask, a flicker of uncertainty tightening my ribs. She hasn’t given any sign that she isn’t enjoying this as much as I am. But Darcy didn’t either, not until we’d been dating for a few months and she confessed she found me too “aggressive” in bed, leaving me feeling terrible for not sensing her discomfort earlier.
Tessa shakes her head, her blue eyes wide. “No. Not even close. You just… You make me feel things. Things I haven’t felt in a long time.”
“Good things?” I mold her breasts with my hands, loving the heavy weight of them. Loving the way her gaze fills with hunger as I tease her nipples between my fingers even more…
“So good.” She braces her hands on my chest as I lay back, pulling her on top of me. Her breath hitches, a moan wrenching from low in her throat as I bring my mouth to her flushed skin, showing her nipples how happy I am to meet them. “We probably shouldn’t do this, but damn…I don’t want to stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Never,” I say, continuing to attend to her gorgeous breasts as I reach between us, popping the button on her hiking pants. My hand dives down the back of the now gaping fabric, discovering silky panties and the delectable curve of her ass.
“God, Wes, you make me so wet,” she murmurs.
“Yeah?” I reach farther down and around until my fingers skim over the soaked cotton panel of her panties. I drag the fabric aside, groaning as I explore every perfect slick fold between her legs.
“Clothes,” she pants, squirming on top of me. “We need fewer of them.”
“Right now,” I agree, wrapping an arm tight around her waist as I flip us over, reversing our position on the sleeping bag.
A moment later, I’ve ripped her pants, panties, and socks down her legs and am kneeling between her thighs, admiring a tantalizing glimpse of her pussy.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her as I work open my pants and pull down the zipper on my fly. “I want to see you.”