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He kisses my collarbone and I breathe him in.
His skin is slick with a light coat of sweat. He smells like pine, the woods and… Rog.
My legs wrap around his waist. The rough bark digs into my back. I grunt feeling his heavy cock between my thighs. His nose dips and rubs between my cleavage. He lowers my legs to the ground, lifts my shirt, quick hands unclasping my bra. I mewl like a kitten feeling his hot mouth suckle a nipple before rolling it between his tongue.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs, moving his mouth to my other breast. I groan looking down at him loving me with his mouth. The sweet tingle between my thighs turns to a pounding ache. I groan pushing my hips forward needing relief.
His hand unzips my jean shorts, fingers brushing inside, pulling my panties to the side to slide through my slick folds.
“Dev,” he groans finding my clit with his index finger.
I cry out, as he circles it, plays with it while his lips nibble on my nipple before he takes it in his mouth suckling hard.
“Come for me baby. I want to feel it,” he says hoarsely shoving his thick fingers in.
My head falls back against the tree with a thump, he has me. All of me in his hands and I’m coming apart at the seams for this man. He’s not only commanding my body, he’s ruling my wounded heart. Re-building it and tearing it apart at the same time.
“Rog,” I groan, pulling at him, needing his kiss.
He lets my nipple go only to claim my mouth. Our kiss is as wild and rough as the Pacific Northwest woods, his fingers slip through my wetness finding my clit and stroking inside. His kiss sucks my soul from my body to fuse with his as I feel the waves of my release crash over me into his waiting hands.
He grunts, pressing harder into me, determined to coax every last bit of pleasure from my body.
I shake in his embrace, gasping into the air around us, his hands holding me firmly as I lose my mind to the pleasure he gave me.
When it’s over he rests his forehead against mine. His heart beating harder now than it was from his workout.
I did this to him—made his heart race.
A few joggers come around the same bend he did, and I jerk in embarrassment at how close I came to coming in front of complete strangers. Thank god, they are wearing earbuds, because my breathy moans and shouts echoed for a mile I’m sure.
My skin’s flushed, pieces of bark cling to my hair. He did this to me—made me forget the world. For one moment, I forgot all the lies and secrets I’m keeping—ready to burst and ruin what we’re building at any second.
The joggers pass by and my hands reach out clinging to the front of him as I jerk him close for one more reckless kiss. I need to get them now, while he burns for me because it won’t be much longer until he learns the truth.
The air’s thick between us.
So much is understood but left unsaid. I hang my head afraid of what he’ll see in my eyes. Rog is astute—he’ll know I’m hiding something.
His fingers thread through mine, he gives me a firm tug and we walk down the trail back to the parking area. He stares down anyone who even thinks about glancing towards me. I feel so… protected, as if this giant man holding my hand in his, would slay anyone who dared to hurt me in anyway.
We reach my car, my head tips back, his fingers trail down my cheek before he cups my chin and plants the sweetest kiss full of promise on my lips.
“See you at the lake, sugar.”
He opens my door, eyes hungrily devouring every inch of my tan legs up to where my shorts hug the top of my thighs.
I see it all over his face, he wants to make me his, most likely at the lake this weekend. I won’t be able to hold him off without exposing myself.
I gulp, needing him, wanting him so much. But he’ll hate me if we come together only for my lies to rip us apart.
I nod my head as he shuts the door. Driving back to the apartment my thoughts are all over the place, but it’s funny how life unravels; meeting Rog was so unscripted. Thank God Jeff dumped me. Rog’s touch makes me burn more than Jeff’s ever did. I can’t believe there was a time when I thought that man was it for me. In a fucked-up way, finding the road Dee walked brought me Rog. And I want to keep on going, excited but scared as hell to see where it will lead.
I drive home on auto-pilot, my thoughts and emotions wrecked. I’m a pendulum swinging in a different direction at every new revelation that unfolds.
It’s quiet as I pull down the lane to the apartment house. The outside light shines in the twilight. Crickets and grasshoppers sing, the brightest stars can be seen as the sun sinks so low—all that’s left is the dull pink of its wake in the sky.
My tired feet climb the stairs, finally I fumble the key in the lock and open the door. Luce already has a bottle of wine uncorked and a full glass waiting.