Moth to a Flame (12 page)

After situating myself between her legs, I urged each one of them over my shoulders. She groaned in anticipation. I knew what my girl wanted. I ran my tongue over the lace of her panties and she jumped with the intense pleasure of the contact with her hot spot. Several more times of this later, she was begging me to take her panties off. Complying, I slowly slid them down her legs, causing her to shiver. This time when I dragged my tongue across the very same area, she moaned loudly with need. With my fingers, I spread her apart, giving me access to her clit. The woman tasted so fucking sweet. I licked and sucked, wanting nothing more than for her to come into my mouth. My two fingers slipped easily into her very wet core, drawing forth another loud moan.

“Cale!” she half-shouted. I continued working her G-spot with my fingers while sucking her clit at the same time. She came with an earth-shattering scream. “Cale!”

I sat up on my knees and undid my jeans, pushing them down. My dick bounced out, ready to play. She watched me remove my jeans the rest of the way and pulled a finger into her mouth, sucking. Now it was my turn to groan.

My tip teased her entrance, eliciting more begging from her. I slowly eased it in some to cover it with her wetness before pulling it out again. Doing this once more, I felt that my size was an issue but soon could sense her tightness stretching to accommodate me. We made eye contact as I grabbed her hips and thrust into her, which prompted her to wail in pleasure. She felt so damn good. This woman was unlike all the rest—unique—and I’d be hell bent if I didn’t get to spend more time with her.

Leaning forward, I pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her roughly. I pounded into her hard and fast, our bodies making a sweaty, slapping melody that was uniquely ours. She started panting loudly again, about to come once more.

With her nails digging into my shoulders, I could feel my own orgasm build. As her moaning got louder and I knew she was at the edge of tipping over, I let out my own hot release inside her. I groaned once more as the rest of my orgasm trickled into her. She screamed out my name again before relaxing beneath me.

“Lia, you have me under your spell,” I whispered into her neck, still inside her.

She kissed my cheek and hugged me tighter.

I yanked the blanket over us and we fell fast asleep, connected physically and mentally.

I WOKE UP smiling with the early morning sun shining in my face and a warm body wrapped around me. The crispness of the cool October morning was all around us, but our conjoined bodies kept us warm under the blankets. My body was tender all over, more so in certain areas than others.

After slipping out from underneath my sleeping bear, I quickly dressed and stepped into my boots so I could relieve myself in the woods—the only downside to our little camping escapade. The chilly air had me frowning of the prospect of pulling my pants down outside. I could see that the fire had dwindled, the wood just glowing of blue and ashing wildly. The smell of the fire was quite comforting. After a very cold bathroom break, I headed back to the campsite to locate some breakfast.

The sound of a zipper had me looking in the direction of our tent. A very sexy, sleepy-headed Cale came out of the tent, yanking his hoodie over his chiseled chest. I tried not to stare at his sheer masculine beauty, but come on. He was hard not to look at. He caught me gawking and raised one of his sexy eyebrows as his lips broke into a smile.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he laughed, strolling up to me.

I stood up from the bags to meet his kiss, reminding me that I had no way to brush my teeth. This roughing-it-in-the-woods thing kind of sucked when you weren’t romping around naked in a tent.

“Hey yourself,” I teased back. “I was looking for some breakfast to make us, but it looks like we have nothing.”

He smiled sheepishly at me, wholeheartedly capturing me in his boyish, charming gaze. “I didn’t think past feeding you marshmallows, quite honestly,” he laughed.

I kicked some leaves at him, causing him to laugh harder. “Well, mister, looks like you owe me breakfast,” I said coyly.

The hungry gaze in his eyes said that he was ready for something other than food. I must have looked like an absolute hag at the moment with yesterday’s makeup and wild hair, but he was eyeing me like he could easily devour me with his mouth.

Oh, his mouth.

He came over to me, placing both palms on either side of my face, drawing me close to him. My breathing intensified as I momentarily forgot that we both had morning breath.

His lips brushed against mine, producing a shiver. He enveloped me in a hug and cloaked me in his warmth. “I owe you something all right,” he murmured into my hair before dragging himself away to start packing up the campsite.

I huffed at the loss of his touch and began reluctantly helping him gather everything.

The walk back to the truck through the woods was introspective. We were both lost in our thoughts, most likely of last night. The sounds of the birds chirping and leaves rustling were nice companions to our silence.

When we finally made it to the truck, I dropped the bags in shock. The tires had been gashed.

“What the fuck?” Cale demanded angrily, noticing it at the same time.

“Who would do such a thing?” I wondered aloud.

“Probably damn teenagers,” he huffed as he pulled out his cell. He called for roadside assistance while we loaded everything into the back. Then we climbed into the cab and he started it up to provide some heat.

“What an end to our date,” he muttered, annoyed.

“Well, this isn’t the part I’ll remember,” I offered, smiling.

He grinned back and pulled me over to him. Leaning over, he brushed away my hair that was no longer neat in a ponytail and kissed my neck just below my ear.

My body instantly began to heat up as he licked and sucked that tender area. Boldly, I wrenched away from his kisses and straddled his lap with my back against the steering wheel. He groaned and I could feel his hardness underneath me through our jeans. We began sucking and tasting each other’s mouths with unrivaled passion. My hands were tangled in his hair and his were clutching my ass as we kissed wildly. I ground myself into him, letting him know just where I needed him.

Cale grabbed the bottom of my hoodie and yanked it over my head with incredible quickness. The windows began to fog with our heavy panting. Cale’s kisses on my breasts through my bra had me reaching behind me to unfasten it and give him better access. He groaned as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh,” I cried out as I gripped his head. “Cale, I need you right now,” I moaned into his ear.

He eased me down onto the bench seat and efficiently unfastened my jeans, pulling them off with my panties and, subsequently, my boots. With equal swiftness, he unbuttoned his own jeans and slid them down to his knees, giving me a nice view of his massive length, which was standing at attention. Smiling, I sat up and straddled him once more. Impaling myself on his hardness, I cried out in ecstasy. I bounced on him with animalistic need, building my climax.

“Fuck, I’m about to come,” he groaned, his hands roughly digging into my hips.

“Oh, God, me too,” I wailed, pulling at his hair.

The stars from my orgasm glittered around me as my body convulsed with pleasure. I could feel his heat spilling into me, causing aftershocks of my orgasm to flutter through me.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” he whispered into my neck as we sat still, joined in our wetness.

The knock on the foggy window sent us both scrambling for our clothes. In our passion, we hadn’t heard the truck pull up. After yanking his pants up with superhuman quickness, Cale slipped out of the vehicle to discuss the logistics of his truck with the towing service.

Yep, I’d definitely remember this part of our date,
I thought happily as I hurried to get dressed.

THE RIDE BACK to Lia’s house with the tow truck driver was awkward to say the least. She sat in the middle, red-faced, holding my hand. We’d just fucked like teenagers in the cab of my truck. My dick still throbbed with the thought of it.

After we arrived at her place, I paid the driver and collected the information about where to pick up my truck later today once new tires had been put on.

“Looks like breakfast’s on me this morning,” she said with a shy smile after the driver left us, standing in the driveway.

“That sounds like an excellent idea.” I winked at her, causing those cheeks to turn pink. After I took hold of her hand, we walked to the front door. But I cursed out loud when I saw the rose and note sitting propped against the door. “Motherfucker!” I boomed, snatching up the note.

Lia frantically looked around us and quickly unlocked her door. That stupid ass had managed to ruin our date with a single rose and a note.

Lia was shaking like a leaf as we bustled in and dropped our stuff in the doorway. She locked the door behind us and sat down at the kitchen table, her face full of despair. “What does it say?” I hated that she had to live in fear.

Cursing the son of a bitch, I opened the note. My hatred for this man grew to impossible levels as I read.