Twenty-five
Cap’s brain scrambled, scattering all common sense into nothing but dust. There was no logical reasoning, just a primal urge that swept over him. ‘In that case…’ He hands surrounded Mia’s tiny waist to drag her closer onto his lap.
Her fingers sank deeper through his hair before she softened her mouth to settle against his, where he took each of her lips between his, one at a time. ‘I’m going to savour this, Mia.’
‘Whatever you want.’ He felt the hunger in her voice, and the eagerness she displayed made him want to roar. He thumbed her chin to part her rosy lips wider, then when the tip of her tongue touched his, it fractured and heated something inside his chest.
Mia was so sweet, he wanted to be gentle with her. But she responded with a purring sound from her throat, while her fingernails raked down his chest—he wanted skin. And now.
He flipped her over, pressing her back against the cushioning swags, his knees on the roof of the ute gave a muted thud as he tucked her against him. Her hands scraped along his back, to tease the edge of his shirt free from his jeans. Suddenly, there was nothing shy or gentle about this, even if it was going too fast, with his body stiffening as she ground herself against him. For fate’s sake!
Dragging his lips from hers, he grabbed her wrists to regain control. Pushing her hands above her head had her back arching, her taught shirt displaying her hard nipples, as her lips parted, and he was swimming in a whole new world of trouble.
‘My beautiful Mia.’ Her name belonged on his lips.
They stared at each other, as the world crawled to suspend time in a place where wishes did come true. She was his Christmas morning, his sweet summer surprise, the New Year’s desire, and his birthday blessings all wrapped into one sweet prize that his fingers slowly unwrapped, button by button down her shirt as his lips traced her slender neck that stretched back to give him access.
His teeth skated across her bottom lip, unleashing a hum of pleasure that made her smile just as his mouth sank hot and light against hers, coaxing it to stay open for him. She tasted like sweet summer desserts, as lashings of heat raced over him to thicken his bloodstream. Her sweet moans made his body stiffen rock hard. Far too soon.
Desperate to control himself, his hand swept up the side of her neck, his fingers curling into her hair as she sighed into him as he kissed her again, only this time slower, deeper, yet somehow rougher and tastier.
When her greedy tongue found his, suddenly they were all groans and hands, exploring, wild and free. No regret, no fears, nothing holding them back except their clothes.
This woman was in control, pushing him to sit back. She followed to hook her legs around his waist, sitting right over his hard length that was tight against his jeans. ‘I’m going to make this so good for you, Cap.’
Before he could respond, she stood, the buckles on her baggy overalls rattled before they fell in a whisper of material. She kicked off her boots and ripped off her shirt, exposing all her soft curves under the moonlight.
This wasn’t a dream. This was truly happening.