She nodded. “See if it’s me, or if it’s them.”
Dane’s face lifted away from her neck and hovered an inch from her lips. “Miranda Hill,” he said in a low, husky voice. “You should definitely know that it’s them.”
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a definite yes.”
And he kissed her again, his lips descending on her own parted ones, his tongue sliding into her mouth with a powerful thrust that his finger deep inside her mimicked. Her h*ps rocked with that, and she made a sound of need low in her throat.
His tongue thrust again, in time with his finger, and she began to feel that slow, wonderful build that only seemed to come with her vibrator. Her mouth parted wider under his, and when his tongue stroked into her mouth again, her tongue caressed it, submitting to him, telling him how much she wanted him.
He gave one last thrust of his finger into her sex and then broke off the kiss, staring down at her. His finger slid from her p**sy and brushed her cl*t again, sending electric currents of desire racing through her. “I suppose heavy petting isn’t going to cut it?”
“It might,” she admitted, clinging to him. She didn’t want his hands to move away from where they were, setting all her nerve endings aflame. “We can keep trying. I don’t mind.”
Dane pressed another long, searing kiss to her mouth, and then his hand slid from her skin. She could have wept with disappointment at that.
He chuckled at her reaction. “I’m not going anywhere just yet. Take your top off. I want to see those pretty br**sts. I’ve been thinking about them nonstop all day.”
The words sent a shiver of delight racing through her, and a dash of fear. There won’t be a camera here, she told herself, fighting the urge to check her surroundings. Dane wouldn’t have known that she was trying to seduce him, wouldn’t know to wire this area. It was all in her imagination.
But her moves were mechanical and jerky as she gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, then tossed it on the ground. Her black bra cups stood out in stark contrast against her pale skin in the moonlight, and he groaned at the sight. His fingers brushed against the curve of her breast and she shuddered.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Miranda? We barely know each other anymore.”
She gave a small, nervous laugh and slid her hands under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his rippled, taut muscles under her fingertips. “You should have thought of that before you had your hand in my shorts.”
There was a flash of white in the darkness—his grin, she realized—and he pulled his shirt off, tossing it next to hers on the ground. Her mouth went dry at the sight of him. She remembered Dane from high school—tall and rangy with a wide triangle of too-lean shoulders, and a boyish chest. Nine years had changed that; he rippled with muscle now, his body thick with it. His chest was still almost hairless, and she saw a tattoo of a twisting playing card on one shoulder—the logo for the Las Vegas Flush, his old team. Her fingers brushed against it, then down his chest, exploring his body. Not an inch of fat anywhere. She supposed if she had to use a man for revenge, this was the best sort of specimen.
“Do you approve?” he said, one palm moving to cup one of her br**sts. “Been nine years since we saw each other with our tops off.”
“It’s…acceptable,” she teased, her fingertips scraping over one taut nipple, and then she gasped when he used the same motion on her. “And what about me? Do I pass muster?”
His fingers slid to her bra strap, easing it down her shoulder, and he kissed the bared flesh of her shoulder. “You are the sexiest thing I have seen in a long time.”
That made the liquid heat surge back through her body again and she trembled a little, leaning in and sliding her hands to his waist when his kiss on her shoulder turned into his tongue dancing along her collarbone. Heat built and began to throb between her legs again, her sex getting wet with need once more.
His hand reached behind her back and Dane unhooked her bra. Before she could squeak her surprise, his mouth captured her own again, and he kissed away any sound she might have made, the delicious stroke of his tongue hypnotizing her once more. This time, when she moved to lift a leg against his, he encouraged it, letting her slide over his braced thigh and straddle it. Her dark hair fell forward over her shoulders and she watched him, breathless, waiting to see what he thought of her br**sts.
He curled his fingers around one heavy globe and brushed his thumb against the nipple. “When we were in high school, I thought you had the most amazing br**sts I had ever seen.” He stared down, seemingly fascinated as a nipple puckered against his touch, and then palmed the other one. “Hasn’t changed. Damn, Miranda. You are beautiful.”
That sent a quiver of pleasure through her body and she rocked her h*ps against his thigh, lifting her arms to wrap around his neck and pull him in for a kiss again. She wanted to press her br**sts against his chest, to feel her n**ples against that hot wall of muscle.
He didn’t release her br**sts from his grasp, just continued to brush the peaks with his thumbs, turning them into twin points of heat as he kissed her, his tongue sweeping and stroking against her mouth. She had thought she’d be the aggressor in the encounter, but as soon as he’d realized what she wanted sexually, he’d become the dominant one…and she found it incredibly arousing.
He leaned back a little, letting his mouth trail down her collarbone and working his way downward, pressing kisses against her skin, sliding down until he reached her br**sts and his mouth flicked against one nipple. That brought a gasp of pleasure to her lips, and she arched against his thigh again, rubbing her sex against the hard angle of it.
“Damn,” Dane swore against her skin, then pressed a kiss there. “You have the most amazing br**sts. I could spend hours here.” But before she could tell him that was fine with her, he moved up and captured her mouth in another hot, short kiss. “Take your shorts off, Miranda. Now.”
He took a step backward and she complied, undoing the laces that held her cargo shorts up and shimmying them down her thighs. She dropped them to the ground and stepped out of them, her hands going back to his clothing. Miranda slid her fingers to his fly.
Dane groaned at that, letting her fingers dance along the zipper of his shorts, undoing it and helping him slide them down his legs. They were quickly followed by his boxers, and his c*ck was exposed. It was a nice specimen, she had to admit—no wonder Dane had been so popular with women. His c*ck was long and thick and utterly beautiful, with a large crown and just a hint of a curve to it where it jutted from his body.
Definitely a lot larger than her last boyfriend’s, she realized with pleasure. She glanced down at his nak*d legs and noticed he still wore his hiking boots, just like she still wore her sneakers. “Should I take off my shoes?”
“No,” he said, and when she reached for his cock, he wrapped her fingers in his and turned her around, until her back was resting against his chest. “Not tonight. The ground is wet.”
“But—”
His arms wrapped around her from behind and he nuzzled her neck again. “You’re thinking too much.” His hand trapped one breast, his other sliding to her sex as he pressed more kisses on her neck and shoulder.
She forgot all about shoes.
Then his fingers touched her cl*t again. She clung to his hands, riding his motions as he thrust against her bare backside, his fingers mimicking the rocking of his hips. His fingers slipped into her sex and thrust again. “You ready for this, Miranda? Ready for me?”
“More than ready,” she breathed.
“I can tell you are,” he said against her neck, his fingers thrusting into her p**sy one last time. “You’re so wet you’re soaking.”
She shivered at that, and didn’t protest when he moved away from her and bent to retrieve the first-aid kit. He pulled a box of condoms out and stared at it in surprise. “Fucking Brenna packed an entire box of condoms,” he rasped. “Don’t know if that’s just f**ked-up or brilliant.” He ripped the box of condoms open and pulled one from the rest. He glanced back to her. “Put your hands on the tree.”
Her hands rested on the bark of the tree and she glanced over her shoulder, watching him. He rolled on the condom and put his hands on her hips, pulling her backward a little. He nudged her knees apart until she was spread wide, her outstretched arms bracing against the tree for balance, her legs cocked open, her body bent over slightly.
Miranda’s entire body tensed, waiting.
Dane’s h*ps brushed against hers and she felt the head of his c*ck nudge against her sex, seeking entrance. She sucked in a breath, anticipating the hard slide of him into her body. Nothing happened for a long moment, and she was about to protest when she felt him sink in.
She whimpered in response. She hadn’t had sex in a while and he felt…big.
“So f**king tight,” he said in a low voice; his teeth gritted. “Feels so good.”
Her fingers dug into the bark of the tree and she bit her lip, willing her body to relax. She flexed her hips, encouraging him to move, but Dane wouldn’t be rushed. He anchored her h*ps against his and gave a slight pump before withdrawing.
She gave a whimper of distress at this, not liking the fact that he drew away. Her body was on fire with need, her blood throbbing in her veins, and she was so tempted to just reach down and start to play with her own cl*t so she could go over the edge that he’d been teasing away from her—
With a swift motion, Dane thrust again, and she forgot what she was thinking. A deep push, and he rotated his h*ps slightly as he pressed deeper into her, this time not stopping until she’d taken all of him.
She gave a low moan at the sensation of being filled—desire began to move through her faster, and she gave a little squirm, flexing her h*ps and encouraging him to f**k her.
“Tell me what you want, Miranda,” he said in a low voice, leaning over her until he covered her, his stomach pressing against her back. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
Her breath rasped in her throat, and she swallowed hard, her thighs quivering when he gave another small thrust, more of a tease than what she wanted. “I want you to f**k me,” she breathed.
She was rewarded with a hard thrust, but then he stopped again.
“Please, Dane,” she said, flexing her h*ps so she could slide along his cock. “I want you to f**k me harder. Faster.”
Dane thrust again, and again, two sharp bolts that made her toes curl with pleasure. Then he slowed, pumping in and out, slow and methodical and so very good. The constant, steady motion of his body rocking into her own drove her utterly insane with need. He’d thrust, then pull back, then thrust again, all slow and unhurried, and she raised her h*ps roughly against him, a wordless request. He seemed to realize that she needed something more. “Is this how you like it, Miranda? Or do you want it rougher?”
“Rougher,” she breathed. “I need you to drive me crazy. Make me think of nothing but sex.”