Instant Temptation
Page 69He was so gorgeous he took her breath away.
She held out her hand.
He took it without hesitation, then raised a brow when she pulled him to a stand. She looked into his eyes for a long moment, then turned and led him away from the fire, down along the river, over bush and under trees, across a carpet of soft, giving, forest moss. Several hundred yards later they came to a small, isolated clearing, secluded and dark except for the faint glow of the stars reflecting on the water.
Without a word, she pressed on his shoulders until he obliged her by leaning back against a tree.
Looking into his eyes, she went up on tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the mouth. Then his jaw, his throat. After that she tugged on the neckline of his shirt to press a kiss to his collarbone.
His hands came up to her hips, squeezed gently, then started to slide beneath her shirt. “No,” she said, squeezing her hands on his wrists, indicating he could hold her hips but nothing else.
He let out a breath and went still, silently letting her have her way. Reaching down, she skimmed his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. She kneeled between his splayed legs to kiss him on his amazing abs, feeling the ridge of muscles leap beneath her lips. She nibbled at his belly button, then kissed the spot beneath it.
He let out a long, shaky breath, but he didn’t speak and he didn’t move.
She rewarded him with another kiss, right above the button on his Levi’s.
And then she popped it open.
And the next.
Beneath the Levi’s was nothing but TJ in all his silky, hot, hard glory.
He shifted. “Harley.”
“Shh.” She set her hands on his thighs.
He let out a long, jagged breath. “I-”
Cutting him off with a shake of her head, she trailed a finger from his belly button to the opening of his jeans.
He got bigger.
And harder.
She cupped him.
“Christ, Harley,” he said on a rough groan, his hands going to the thick tree trunk on either side of his hips as if he needed the leverage to hold himself up. “You have no idea what you to do me.”
“No. But I know what I’m about to do to you.” She looked up into his face and smiled. “Just relax. This will only take a few minutes.”
“Oh, f**k.” He sounded strangled. “Maybe less than a few minutes.” When she ran her tongue down his length, he gasped. “Definitely less.”
Smiling at the hoarse tightness in his voice, she sat back and stared at him in all his full, magnificent glory. Lord, he was beautiful. Leaning forward again, her hands still on his thighs, she slowly drew him into her mouth.
He released a guttural noise from low in his throat and said something entirely unintelligible. She took that for “more, please,” so she gave it. His fingers went to her hair, tangling in the strands as if he couldn’t help himself.
She glanced up at him. Eyes closed, head back, he wore a look of such agonized pleasure it gave her a rush that was only a millimeter beneath an orgasm. When she felt him draw tight under her hands and mouth, she knew he was close, a fact that was verified when he groaned and tried to pull her away, shifting his hips backwards.
Not taking the hint, she tightened her grip and kept at him.
“Harley. God, Harley-you’ve got to stop, I’m going to-”
She murmured her understanding without releasing him, and just the vibration from her throat wrenched a rough groan from him. His muscles spasmed as he came, one hand still fisted in her hair, the other slapping to the trunk at his side to keep him upright.
She didn’t move away until she felt him relax. He staggered, then dropped heavily to his knees. Without opening his eyes, he reached for her, pulling her into his lap as he sank all the way to the ground, sagging back against the tree, panting, boneless.
He slouched there, head back, eyes closed, wearing nothing but the opened jeans that were barely still on him.
Barefoot.
Looking hot enough to spread butter on and eat up in one bite.
She smiled and curled into him, nearly purring as his hands slowly roamed her body. “Hope that helped with the tension a little,” she whispered against his throat, smiling when he shivered.
“More than a little.” His voice was rough, giving her a feeling of satisfaction. “In fact, I seem to be missing all of my bones.”
She laughed, was still laughing when he slid his hands into her hair, tugged back her head, and kissed her long and deep. She realized he’d fully recovered, because he had his hands beneath her top, his thumbs gliding over her ni**les. She moaned, and felt him smile against her neck. “I found my bones,” he murmured, rocking his hips into hers.
No kidding! She snuggled in, not wanting to move, enjoying the way his heart was still pounding beneath her cheek. “We’ve got to go back.”
“Mmmm.” He took a deep breath and reached down to kiss her again. “Not yet.”
“If they wake up and need anything-”
He went still, clearly thinking-fun or duty? Watching the battle was fascinating, as it took a very long few minutes.
Duty won, which only made her like him all the more.
With a groan, he climbed to his feet, reaching down to pull her to hers, holding her against him for a minute when she would have turned away. “Thank you,” he murmured.