Jill Shalvis - Just Try Me…

She was close.

He nudged her over with his fingers, feeling the tension rumble through her, which was erotic as hell, but not nearly as erotic as the taste of her, he knew, so he dipped his head and put his mouth on her. And she fell again, the sharp edge of her pleasure nearly taking him with her.

While she still shuddered, he kicked off a boot. “Condom.”

“Inside there,” she gasped, and pointed to a zippered pouch on her pack.

He had the packet in his teeth, and was trying to lose his other boot and pull off his shirt at the same time.

“Jared?”

Damn it, he had a knot in his damn bootlace. “Yeah?”

Her hair was wild about her face, which was flushed. Her body, sprawled out beneath him, was damp and dewy, and the most mouthwatering thing he’d ever seen. “How about now? Can you hurry now?”

He’d never laughed while being hard enough to pound a nail through stone. “I swear I’m trying.” Finally he got his boot off, and she helped him with his jeans, taking a second to glide her tongue along his length, leaving him a quivery mess of sensation, and then…oh, God…and finally, finally, he pushed her back, rose over her, and thrust home.

She was hot, slick and so ready for him, he nearly came right then. There had to be a name for this, he thought dimly, this mind-blowing sensation he felt being inside her, feeling her breathe with him, her heart in sync with his.

Oh, wait. There was a name for it. Love. “Lily.”

Arching up, she wrapped her legs around his waist, sending him even deeper within her, so damned deep he could happily drown. Her fingers dug into his buttocks now, urging him on. Her hips were rocking, her muscles tightening on him as she came again, or still, it didn’t matter because she was taking him with her into the wild current, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“So good,” she murmured, her breasts pressed hard to his chest, her mouth working its way along his jaw, her breath scraping in and out of her lungs, panting in his ear now. He could feel her heart beating, or maybe that was his. Yes, that was his. He ground himself against her with every thrust, latching his mouth onto her neck and holding on, staking his claim, sinking his teeth into her skin as he…completely…lost…it, wondering if he would even live through it.

From some dim recess in his mind, he felt her go over, and then he heard himself say it, the words he could no longer hold back. “I love you, Lily…”

And then he let himself fall.

LILY OPENED her eyes. She was cradled against a hard, damp chest. Nice. Limp as a noodle, she slowly floated back to earth-

And then remembered.

Had he really said-

No.

No, he hadn’t uttered those three little words. She’d only imagined them, dreamt them up while coming so hard her toes were still curled.

How was it possible that this kept happening between them, that each and every time got more intimate, more deep, in fact so deep that she couldn’t imagine being without him?

Good thing then, that this was their last night, wasn’t it? Yeah, definitely best just to stay right here, in the moment, and she pressed closer to his big, warm body, thinking in the moment was a pretty damn fine place to be…and let herself drift off.

WHEN JARED OPENED his eyes, dawn was just a pink-and-purple ribbon in the sky. He was wrapped up warm and toasty in Lily, which suited him. He pulled her close and breathed her in.

In her sleep, she cuddled closer, putting her face into the crook of his neck and letting out a soft hum of pleasure, her body far ahead of her brain in the accepting-him department.

He just hoped to God her brain caught up with the rest of things soon.

As in today soon.

With a soft sigh, Lily opened her eyes. “I had a dream that you said…”

“Yeah. It wasn’t a dream.”

She blinked once, slowly, and then he felt her body tense as she sat up.

The loss of her body heat was nothing compared to the gaping hole he felt in his heart when she backed from him. “Look,” he said. “I know. I get it. This is scary shit.”

“Only because you changed things.”

“Change doesn’t have to be bad.”

She let out a mirthless laugh. “Tell that to my old career.”

He was quiet a moment. “You’re not the only one who’s faced big changes this year.”

She immediately softened. “I know,” she said, touching him. “God, I know.”

“If I managed to change my ways, the original workaholic, to an extremely different lifestyle, trust me. You can do anything, including be whole and happy with a different job, with any job, with people in your life-”

“People? Or you?”

“Hell yeah, me.”

She stared at him for one beat, then began searching the tent. On her hands and knees, she kept her back to him, which was a damn fine view, but not the one he wanted. “Lily, your entire life has been about taking risks. This is just one more in a long line of many. And actually, a helluva lot safer than most-”

His shirt hit him in the face. When he pulled it free, she was searching for the rest of his clothes. She patted the sleeping bag, finding her jeans but not his, then looked at the zipper of her tent, which had been pulled, but not the horizontal one, and with all their…physical exertion, some things inadvertently been shoved outside.

Mainly his pants.

“Sorry.” She was so sorry she shoved his boots out after them. He’d have pointed that out but she had that look on her face, the look of a woman heading directly toward Panicville but trying desperately to maintain an illusion of calm.

“Better go get them,” she said.

With a sigh, he brushed past her, sticking his head and bare torso outside.

The sky had lightened now, to a pale baby blue. His jeans had actually made their way far enough from the tent that he couldn’t reach them from the safety of inside. Didn’t that figure? He was going to start the day bare-ass naked outside. He hoped nothing would freeze off.

One quick look around assured him he was alone, and he slipped out of the tent. Naked. Behind him, he heard the zipper, and turned just in time to watch it slide down, shutting him out.

The equivalent of being shoved out the proverbial front door after a bad date.

Only this hadn’t been a bad date. Nothing had gone wrong at all, except his mouth had gone off without written permission from his brain and he’d let his feelings slip.

He figured since he’d been in the throes of an orgasm at the time, he should be given a break, but that wasn’t going to happen. Damn, it was chilly, he thought, bending for his jeans. Goose bumps rose over every naked inch of him.

From behind came a rustle, then a gasp and a low whoa-baby whistle.

Wincing, he turned, and faced a grinning Rose. He held his shirt and pants over himself.

“Well, good morning there, cowboy,” she all but purred.

Perfect. He did his best not to squirm, but that proved difficult as she lapped him up with her eyes as though he was a bowl of spilled milk.

“I knew it,” she said silkily. “I knew you were hiding an amazing body beneath those clothes of yours. Hot damn, I was right.”

Jared wished it wasn’t quite so cold. He wanted to dive into his tent, but to do so, he would have to go prancing right past her nose, his bare ass frozen solid.

The polite thing for her to do, of course, would be to vanish back inside her tent and give him a moment of privacy.

But Rose wasn’t interested in giving him a moment of privacy. “You had a nice evening, I take it,” she said with a waggle of her eyebrows, running her gaze very frankly over him.

Then, above her head, appeared Rock. He took in the situation with a good amount of amused sympathy. “Let the guy go by, Rose.”