There was nothing soft about it. Her hands slid into my hair, nails scraping against my scalp. My cock pressed against her pussy, hard and aching, and she moved—rolling her hips up, grinding against me.
I groaned, pressing her tighter against the tree.
Her thighs locked around my waist. I grabbed her ass, dragging herup, my fingers digging into the curve of her. She clung to me, her nails raking my back through my shirt.
Her breath hitched when I bit her lip.
My dick pulsed so hard it hurt.
I wanted more. I wantedeverything. To push those leggings down and sink inside her, fuck her until she forgot her own name—until the only thing on her tongue was a sound that belonged to me.
Fuck, I'd never kissed like this. I'd never be the same after, either.
One hand skimmed under her sports bra, brushing the underside of her breast, ready to lift the fabric and mark the flesh with my teeth, tug on her nipples until she was whimpering and writhing in my hold.
And then there was rustle. A sharp snap of twigs. We broke apart and froze. A heartbeat of silence before a squirrel darted out of the underbrush.
We gasped. Then we burst out laughing. Wild, breathless, stunned laughter.
I pressed my forehead to hers, heart thundering. I should set her down. Walk away right the fuck now. But she was still wrapped around me, the soft floral scent of her skin making it impossible to think straight.
Instead, I whispered, “That was a bad idea.”
She hummed, fingers still tangled in my hair. “Maybe.”
But she wasn't letting go.
I couldfeelhow turned on she was, her arousal soaking through the thin layers of our clothing, and oh my fucking God, I wasn't sure I could let go either.
That was the biggest fucking problem of all.
What the fuck was that?
My thighs ached where he'd held me. My lips were swollen from his kiss. My skin burned every place we touched—his grip, his heat, his cock grinding against me through barely-there layers.
And I was still holding on.
I needed to let go. Say something clever. Brush it off. Pretend I hadn't just melted to the very core.
But my fingers stayed tangled in his hair, and he wasn't stepping back either, hands still gripping my thighs as if he, too, hadn’t quite convinced himself to let to. He was still hard—veryhard—and pressed against me like he wanted to take everything I had left to give.
He could take whatever he wanted from me.
I swallowed, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. The squirrel was gone, the woods were silent again, and we were still wrapped up in each other like we were about to go another round. This was so fucking bad. So reckless.
I needed to let go and back away. I didn't. Neither did he.
We should say something. We should end this. I tried to breathe, to find my voice. “So, uh…”
“Yeah.” His throat worked around a swallow.
Silence stretched again. Thick. Charged.
“Fuck,” he swore. His expression shifted. And I knew that look. The flicker of regret. The mental retreat. Like watching a switch flip—emotion off, walls up, gone.
I blinked, the haze fading. Oh.Oh.The pit opened in my stomach. Familiar. Ugly.Just like my ex.
And then, at the same time?—
