13. Clint
THIRTEEN
CLINT
“Austen.”
There was so much more I ought to say. Because the coat on the floor behind me was an obvious prelude to a line that could not be uncrossed. Much as I wanted that, wanted her, I’d spent too much of my life protecting her not to be absolutely certain we were on the same page.
Her hands still clenched my shoulders, and she stood close enough I could feel the heat of her, see the flutter of her pulse in her throat as she stared up at me.
I lifted a hand to cup her cheek, loving that she instantly turned her face into the touch. “Are you sure?”
Her eyes went molten. “Yes.” With that one word, she rose to her toes and kissed me again in a way that left me with no doubts that she was on board.
I didn’t know what this meant for us. Didn’t know where it would lead beyond the night. I hoped it was toward that future I’d barely let myself imagine. For now, I could only focus on what was in front of me. And that was her.
I skimmed my hands down her back, over her delectable ass, until I could gather up the edge of her skirt and get my hands on the backs of her thighs. When I lifted her up, she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. Navigating by memory, I turned toward her bedroom, striding inside and booting the door shut. God, I hoped the cat hadn’t moved.
Because she was wriggling against me, I spun, pressing her back against the door and grinding my hips against her center.
Her head fell back on a moan. “Oh, God.”
Taking advantage of her position, I trailed kisses down the line of her throat. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Austen rocked her hips against the erection straining to get closer to her. “I’m getting a pretty good idea, and I’m hoping you're gonna do a whole lot of it.”
“Fuck.” Whatever blood remained in my head drained south.
Her fingers had managed to undo about half the buttons of my shirt before the press of our bodies impeded her progress. I realized we couldn’t exactly strip each other if I kept her pinned to the door, so I let her slide down my body, nipping at that lush mouth of hers as I did so.
My hands found the single, short stretch of zipper at the base of her spine and lowered it. Then I took a half step back and slowly peeled the dress off her shoulders. She gave one delicate shrug, and the whole thing slid down to the floor in an elegant puddle, leaving her absolutely bare but for a pair of lacy panties.
“So beautiful.”
Her breasts were high and round, and I immediately wanted to know the feel of them in my palms. As she continued to work at my buttons, I cupped each firm globe, testing the weight of them. Austen swayed, but she still managed to get my shirt free of the waistband of my pants. I circled my thumbs around her pretty pink nipples, loving how tight they drew under my touch.
Her eyes dropped to half mast. “That feels so good.”
“There’s so much I want to do to this gorgeous body of yours.”
“Same goes.” She managed to get one hand inside my pants and boxers, wrapping around my length.
With a curse, I bucked into her touch. We stayed like that for far too long, torturing each other until our knees were about to give way.
“Naked,” she muttered. “We need to be naked.”
“Agreed.”
We released each other, and I set a land speed record, stripping out of the rest of my clothes. When she started to nudge the panties down, I held up a hand. “Wait.”
I walked her backward to the bed, then knelt, hooking my fingers in either side of the waistband and dragging them down to the floor. She used my shoulders for balance as she stepped free of them. I stayed where I was, level with paradise, and slid my hands up the back of her thighs to her ass.
“I want to taste you so damned bad.”
She stepped out of my hold and sat on the bed, scooting backward until she was propped on the pillows. Then she let her legs fall open. “I’m not stopping you.”
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
I crawled up the bed, lifting her legs over my shoulders and taking a long lick up her center. Her hands immediately dove into my hair, her knees tightening around my ears. Smiling, I settled in to give her everything I’d dreamed about while I was in that godforsaken desert. Torture had never been so sweet. Every buck and moan was music as I took her apart with my tongue and fingers, until she shattered, crying my name.
I eased back, peering up the length of her body as she lay panting against the pillows, one arm thrown over her eyes. “Doing okay there, gorgeous?”
“No,” she gasped.
“No?”
She rolled her head to look at me. “Need you inside me. Now.”
I wasn’t about to leave my woman unsatisfied.
Flailing around, I found where my pants had landed and dug out one of the condoms in my wallet. Hurriedly rolling it on, I climbed back onto the bed, settling into the cradle of her hips, my tip nudging her slick entrance. Every cell in my body wanted to sink into hers, but again, I felt that need to check in.
“Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life.”
She reared up, wrapping her arms and legs around me and pulling me to her, into her. I sank deep, and we both groaned. Nothing had ever felt more perfect than being buried inside this woman. At least until she urged me to move.
I pulled almost all the way out, then sank back in. Over and over, until I found the rhythm that made her gasp and moan. Then I drove us both harder, taking us on the wildest ride of our lives, until we both flew off the edge together.