Page 14 of Tragic (Lark Cove 3)

The sting in my lip drove me over the edge, sending me flying from lust to desperation. Step after step, I walked us backward toward the camper. For once, Piper didn’t fight me. Her sandals shuffled over the driveway until her back hit the Airstream.

We broke apart as I pressed her against the shining aluminum, giving me a chance to take her in. Piper’s cheeks were flushed rosy. Her lips were wet and swollen. And her hooded eyes were full of want, not a flicker of regret or shock anywhere in sight.

I was studying those puffy lips as the corners turned up in a smirk. Before I could make sense of it, her arm shot out to the side and she flipped open the camper door that had swung shut.

I ground my throbbing cock into her hip, making sure she understood that when we went inside that camper, there was no turning back. “How far do you want to take this?”

She didn’t hesitate. “All the way.”

Our mouths collided in another scorching kiss that sent us stumbling toward the door. My hands went under her knees and with one hoist, her legs were wrapped around my waist. Her pulsing hot center rubbed against my cock, making it weep.

It had been over three years since I’d been with a woman. My stamina was shot, and with the way she attacked me, this would be over not long after it started. But no matter how much I ached to come, I’d be sure she got there first. Maybe I’d surprise her by not being a complete asshole today.

I took the metal step into the camper with Piper in my arms. She held tight to my shoulders, letting her hair drape around us as her tongue licked my bottom lip like a lollipop. She did it again and I nearly exploded.

I growled and yanked my mouth away from hers, willing my self-control to hold. Then I took in the camper. The bedroom was at the opposite end, too far away, but the couch was just to my right.

One step in that direction and Piper knew our destination. She unwrapped her legs, dropping her feet to the floor, and immediately went for the button of my pants. While she tugged it loose, I reached behind my head, fisting a handful of cotton, and sent my shirt flying over my head.

“Get your top off,” I ordered, needing to see her tits bouncing free.

She obeyed, whipping it over her head while I toed off my shoes and socks.

“Damn.” My mouth went dry, seeing her before me in just a pale-pink lace bra.

She grinned, then unhooked the center, setting herself free.

I staggered sideways, thunderstruck. Her full breasts bounced and swayed. Her nipples were hard and dark and begging for my tongue. Even as she unbuttoned her jeans, I kept my focus on those perfect globes just waiting to be cupped in my hands.

The second she kicked her pants free, I was on her, filling my palms. Her skin was smoother than the finest sawdust. The moan that escaped her lips was more intoxicating than my favorite malt whiskey.

She arched her back into my touch, her eyes drifting closed. She let out another moan as I massaged her curves, and in that sound, I heard it.

Starvation.

She was as deprived for touch as I was. How long had she gone without?

Her hands came on top of mine, pressing them deeper. Her hips rolled, searching for a touch. Was the center of those matching lace panties soaking wet?

My cock was aching to escape my zipper and rub against her soft flesh. As I leaned in closer, Piper took her hands off mine and let them drop to my zipper. I hadn’t bothered with boxers this morning, so with a quick flick of her wrist, my dick was free and bobbing between us.

Piper gripped my shaft, stroking as I continued massaging her breasts and tugged at her nipples. Her thumb came to the crown, spreading the drop of pre-come around the head.

“Fuck,” I hissed. If she continued, I’d come in her hand. “Get those panties off. Then get on the couch.”

She dropped my cock, her mesmerizing eyes flaring as she stripped bare. Then she laid back on the couch, her gaze zeroing in on my erection. “You’re . . .”

Big. The unspoken word echoed in the camper.

The corners of my mouth turned up as her cheeks reddened. Her hungry expression boosted my ego, something I appreciated today since this wasn’t going to last longer than ten minutes, fifteen tops.

I gripped my shaft, holding it between us as she tossed one leg on the back of the couch. She was wet, practically dripping, and the sight of her bare lips sent me scrambling toward the couch. I knelt down and inched close, then without delay, I positioned and thrust deep.

Piper cried out, her head digging into the couch cushion. I squeezed my eyes shut, not moving an inch for fear that I’d lose control and come.

This woman. Her pussy was perfect. She was tight and wet and hot. She clenched around me once, already close to coming, so I found her clit with the pad of my thumb and circled.

“Oh, god. More.” She arched up her hips, sending me even deeper.