CHAPTER SIX
Bryce
Iknew we had chemistry under all our animosity, but I did not see this coming.
Her mouth is hot and hard against mine and I give in to the feral need radiating off her.
I don’t know what the hell that phone call was about.
I don’t know what demons she’s battling.
But if I’m honest, I don’t fucking care.
If this is how she wants to work them out, I’ll happily oblige.
This woman drives me mad—has for six months—but I won’t deny I want my hands on her in a way I haven’t experienced in a long time. It’s not rational… It’s primal.
I tangle my hands in her hair, and after the way she whipped me in the face with it this morning, I gather it into my fist and give a firm tug.
She gasps but presses tighter, her lithe body molding against mine.
I slide my other hand down to cup her ass and pull her closer.
There’s no hiding what she’s doing to me, and my jeans become uncomfortably tight where my cock strains against the denim.
She bites my lip and I suck in a breath, pulling back slightly to study the fire in her eyes. It’s not that the agitation has dissipated, but rather it seems to have further ignited our shared desire.
“I still don’t like you,” she says, as if to agree with my unspoken thoughts.
Who knew those words, stated with breathy arousal, would provoke me the way they do.
I’ve never had hate-sex, but there’s a first time for everything.
Not that I hate this woman—I probably should for what she’s making me feel—but something about the uninhibited need in her eyes makes me want to lay her down right now and take her. But gravel isn’t the backdrop for a very enjoyable fuck.
She glances up the hill toward where her family and friends laugh in the distance, and her face falls. There will be no sneaking past them to get to her room, or my house for that matter.
Over her head, I see the white canvas of the glamping tents fading to a dull grey in the twilight.
“You don’t have to like me, blondie,” I rasp against her ear, eliciting a shiver.
Gripping her hair, I angle her face and kiss her breathless, nipping at her bottom lip like she did mine.
Her mouth opens and I slide my tongue inside, caressing it against hers in a tangle of wet heat.
I move both hands to her ass and lift her, pulling a squeal from the back of her throat.
She wraps her legs around my waist, locking her cowboy boots behind my back, and squeezes like a boa constrictor.
She must get a savage pleasure out of the grunt I release because I feel her smile against my mouth.
I wish I could see it.
“This is a terrible idea,” she says, lips moving against mine, but her words hold no conviction.
She glances over her shoulder toward the nearest tent, and when her hazel eyes find my brown ones again, they’re dark and needy.
She bites down and sucks on my neck, grinding the seam of her jeans against mine and making me thicken even more.
I’m suddenly glad for the music emanating from around the firepit; it’ll drown out any sound coming from these tents in a few minutes.
None of them are supposed to be occupied tonight, so I can set this one to rights tomorrow before guests arrive for the wedding with no one the wiser.
Because as I take the two steps toward the nearest one, passing the Adirondack chairs on the small porch, I know I’m going to ravage its bed with this beautiful blonde who’s holding on to me for dear life.
She nips at my earlobe, then chuckles darkly. Her chuckle dies the second I drop her unceremoniously onto the plush king-sized mattress. “Hey!” she exclaims.
I turn away from her and make quick work of the tent flaps, saying over my shoulder, “Strip. Now.”
Her intake of breath and the rustling behind me indicate she’s doing exactly as instructed.
When I turn, however, she hasn’t made much progress.
Her belt buckle hangs loose at her hip and the zipper is down on her jeans, but her hands stop moving when she watches me loom closer to where she’s sprawled.
Her glance moves to my buckle, and she wets her lips with a quick dart of her tongue.
I want to feel that tongue on me.
I shuck off my boots, then reach down to grab her by the heels of hers and draw her toward me. I pull one off, then the other, letting them fall to the wood floor with a thunk.
“Leanne…” Her name is a soft growl on my lips, but it’s also a question. To stop now might kill me, but I don’t want her regretting this in the morning.
“Don’t look at me like that!” she snaps.
Ah, there she is.
“How am I looking at you?” I kneel at the end of the bed, between her thighs, and slide my hands up her calves.
“Like I don’t know my own fucking mind,” she says, and her words burn with determination. “I know what I’m doing. I know what I want, and for the love of god, if you don’t get up here and kiss me, you will not get another chance.”
Who am I to argue with that?
We reach for the waist of her jeans at the same time, our hands tangling as we slide them down her legs. She leans back on the bed in only her bodysuit. The high cut shows off her long lean legs and the thin strip of fabric between them hides only the most intimate parts of her.
I’m halted from crawling up her body when she sits up, legs bent and splayed open.
That’s got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
She looks like every man’s wet dream… or mine at least. Need takes over and I palm myself over my jeans.
She immediately reaches out a hand to cover mine, releasing my belt and sliding down my zipper.
The vibration as every single tooth of the damn thing gives way is an electric current straight to my dick.
My head drops back. “Leanne.” Her name is a plea on my lips this time. My choice not to wear underwear today was the best decision I’ve ever made, especially as her hand slides against my smooth shaft. Fuck.
I fall forward over her, propping myself on my hands with the rest of my weight on my knees between her thighs. Our lips are the only point of contact until I drag my beard against her skin, kissing her neck and then her collarbone where it peeks out from under her top.
Shifting to one hand, I trail my pointer and middle fingers across one peaked nipple, then down the rest of her body to the apex of her thighs.
I keep my eyes locked on hers as I rub the backs of my knuckles down the strip of fabric, pressing at just the right place to make her arch off the bed.
Gliding my fingers back up, I hook them underneath and tug gently.
She moans at the friction it creates and squirms beneath me.
Teasing her this way shouldn’t be so fun, but it is.
“Bryce. Please,” she whimpers, and the caveman inside me roars to life. This woman, the one who has been the bane of my existence for months, is begging me to touch her, and I fucking love it.
“What do you want, blondie?” I ask, my lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.
She rakes her nails through my hair, hard enough to make me gasp. “Did you bring me in here to fuck with me, or did you bring me in here to fuck me? Because I’m only here for the latter.”
“Oh, I’m definitely here for that too,” I say, sliding my fingers lower and applying the right amount of pressure for the snaps of her bodysuit to pop free.
She’s bare to me now and I’m this close to sinking into her without another thought, but the reasonable side of my brain kicks in and I curse.
“Shit. Protection? I don’t have a condom. ”
She stiffens beneath me and I’m sure she’s going to back out, she probably should…
Maybe I should. I never go bare—haven’t in a very long time.
My gaze meets hers, and where her eyes were infinite pools of hazel heat a moment ago, they seem to harden to golden granite now, her guard snapping back into place.
“I can’t get pregnant, so that’s not an issue.” It’s a statement that brooks no argument. “Got checked six months ago and haven’t been with anyone since. You?”
I guess we’re doing this. Holy shit. “Had a physical last month, no partners since.”
She nods and reaches to pull me down, forcing my weight onto her like being crushed into this feather-soft mattress is exactly what she needs.
No more talking, got it.
I shimmy out of my jeans and rip my shirt over my head, and as much as I love her tight little bodysuit, it’s stripped off and thrown to the floor with the rest of our clothes.
A swipe of my fingers finds her wet and ready for me, and any remaining rancor from the last six months disappears with a snap of my hips as I thrust inside her.
Her bossy, demanding nature melts under the heat of my gaze.
Hot breaths, slick skin, and ragged moans are all that’s between us now.
That fortress she hides behind falls even more when she rolls me onto my back and begins to rock against me.
Holy hell, this is amazing. Staggering. Mind-blowing.
“You feel. So good.” I punctuate each sentiment with an upward thrust. It’s not long before the muscles in my body tighten and I’m doing everything in my power not to tumble over the edge before I can get her there.
She’s so tight, so warm, and my body does not want to hold back.
But she’s not ready. I can tell. She’s making all the right sounds, moving exactly like she thinks she should, but her body tells me a different story.
I pant between labored breaths. “I’m close; how do I get you there?”
Her gaze flies to mine, full of surprise. What kind of selfish assholes has she been sleeping with? I slow her hips, just enough to take the edge off for myself, and look her dead in the eyes.
“Tell me how to get you there. I’m not finishing without you,” I say emphatically as ragged breaths heave through me.