Chapter Twenty-Two
Tabby
H e reaches for me, hooking my back and pulling me against his chest. Then, he guides me backward three steps until my backside hits the edge of the small dinette table.
We kiss hungrily as his hands roam my body. I run my hand under the hem of his shirt as I hop up onto the cool laminate tabletop.
Anson stands, arching his back to pull the tee over his head, and cries out when it connects with the low-hanging birch storage cabinets above the dining alcove. “Son of a bitch!”
“Shh, you’ll wake the campground up,” I whisper before biting my bottom lip, trying not to laugh as he runs his hand over the back of his head.
His eyes snap down to mine. “You think that’s funny, huh?”
“No,” I say, my voice laced with amusement.
He drops the shirt held in his other hand and ducks down, anchoring his arms on the laminate on either side of me, caging me in. Then, he leans down and tugs my bottom lip free with his teeth, and I moan as he sucks it into his mouth.
I relax back, and he follows. His weight presses me against the smooth surface as he kisses a trail across my jaw and down my neck. He slips a finger under the strap of my sundress and slides it over my shoulder and down my biceps. Then, he runs the tip over the edge of my black bikini top before dipping it underneath to the front clasp. He unhooks it with ease, and then his palm covers my bare breast.
He sucks in a ragged breath as his dark eyes rake over me, and warmth floods my body and pools in my belly.
I reach for him, guiding him to my chest, and I arch up as his tongue explores my breast, drawing a nipple between his teeth, grazing it before licking gently. It feels so good.
“Mmm,” he murmurs around the taut peak.
He bites down lightly, and I hum my approval. He switches and gives the other breast the same attention before standing, careful not to bump his head again. “Lift your hips, baby,” he says as he grips my dress.
I do as he asked, and he fists the fabric as I sit up and raise my arms so he can yank it over my head.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers as I lie back down.
He kisses my stomach, swirling his tongue in my belly button, and then he goes to his knees and brings his hands up to spread mine apart. I tremble as he runs his knuckles between my legs, my bikini bottoms growing damp at his touch. He unties the sides nimbly, and the material falls from me. I plant my elbows on the table so I can watch as he removes my sandals and kisses his way up my calf.
“I’ve been dying to taste you,” he pants as he glides two fingers through my center, coating them in my wetness, and then brings them up to swirl around my throbbing clit.
“Anson,” I gasp as he nudges them inside of me. His eyes finding mine as I rock against his palm.
“That’s it, baby,” he says as he watches me ride his hand.
I can feel the pleasure pulsing at the base of my spine as I circle my hips. He’s barely touched me, yet I’m so close, and he knows it. He breaks eye contact. My hands go to his hair, and my head falls back to the table as his mouth wraps around my clit.
“Oh my God,” I gasp as he licks and sucks the tiny bundle of nerves. That’s when I lose the fight. My legs begin to shake as the mind-numbing orgasm hits me.
Anson wraps his free hand around my hip and holds me steady as he continues to lap at my core until the last tremor runs through me. His name is a plea on my lips.
I loosen my grip on his hair, and he stands. Then, his mouth is on mine as he lifts my body, my legs wrapping around him. Then, he bangs his head again. He pulls back as a string of curses fill the air, and he turns and drops me on the small bed.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I fall back on the mattress.
“Yes,” he grunts as he kicks his shoes off and pops the button on his jeans.
My eyes drop to the foil packet he left on the counter by the sink, and I stretch to retrieve it while he slides his jeans down. The sight of him standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs stuns me momentarily. He’s the beautiful one.
I come up onto my knees and run my nails down his abs and over the bulge. He’s hard and ready as I reach in and release him.
I hold the base of his erection with one hand as I stroke him firmly with the other. Rubbing my thumb over the tip and through the drop of clear fluid. His cock twitches in my grip, and his breath catches as he watches me tear the packet open with my teeth and slide the latex over him.
His eyes meet mine as I bite down on my bottom lip. I drink him in—broad shoulders, wide chest, ripped abs, powerful thighs, and the look of pure desire on his handsome face—as he stares down at me. He seems like a giant towering over me, and I have no idea how we’re both going to fit on this tiny bed, but I need him inside of me. Right the fuck now.