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ane stared at Miranda as she slowly unzipped the jumpsuit. Sure enough, she exposed inch by sultry inch of her perfect skin until the zipper paused below her navel, and she looked up and gave him a naughty look. “What do you think?”
I think you’re trying to kill me. “I think we need to talk, Miranda—”
She reached up and placed a finger over his mouth to shush him. “You’ve talked enough, and I’m not liking what you’re saying.”
“Miranda—”
She shook her head at him. “I like you, okay?” Her eyes were big and wide as she said that, as if she were trying to convince herself of that as much as him. “And I can’t stop thinking about what happened last night. And you know, I liked the three-peat.” She blushed at the words, trailing her finger down his front, as if fascinated by him. “And I thought you liked it, too.”
He had. He’d liked it too much. That was exactly the problem. He was losing his head where Miranda was concerned, because all he could think about was bending her over and sinking into the wet, slick satin of her pussy again. Just at the thought, his cock started to rise in his jeans. His mouth tightened and he glanced down at Miranda’s body, the tantalizing narrow strip of flesh made visible by the gaping zipper. “I like you, too, Miranda, but—”
Again, she put her finger over his mouth. “So many buts,” she said softly. She took a step forward and then she was pressing those amazing, soft breasts against his chest and his cock grew hard as a rock. “You’re not going chicken on me, are you?” she said in a soft voice, and trailed a finger up the zipper of his jumpsuit. “Because I thought a big man like you wouldn’t be afraid of anything.”
She’d deliberately sighed over the word big, and that made him all the harder. It was getting difficult to think straight. All he kept seeing was that curve of her breast exposed by the zipper, that sexy dip of her belly button. “We don’t have any privacy here in the woods.”
But that was the wrong thing to say. Her smile grew brilliant. “We have privacy right now,” she said, and her hand tugged the jumpsuit over to one side, revealing the perfect globe of one pretty breast, the tip taut and rosy. Underneath her breast, he saw that small triangular-shaped mole that seemed to almost mock him. “And I really want you to touch me again,” she said, her voice almost a sigh. “I keep thinking about your hands all over me, and your mouth, and your cock deep inside me…” Her fingers skimmed over the tip of her breast, as if just the memory made her want to touch herself right in front of him. “And I keep thinking about how much I enjoy touching you, too.”
He was having a hard time swallowing. His throat was so fucking dry all of a sudden. Dane’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he fought to swallow hard, but it was useless. He couldn’t see anything but that perfect breast. “Oh? So you’ve been thinking about touching me?”
“I have,” she agreed, and when she reached for the zipper of his jumpsuit, he didn’t stop her. She was a sultry enchantress, so sexy and confident and utterly sensual. Her gaze followed the zipper and it exposed his bare chest underneath. He let his hand brush over her covered breast, pushing the fabric back and exposing the other to the air.
He loved Miranda the seductress in that moment.
“Fuck,” he said in a ragged voice. Despite his resolve, here he was giving in to her demands. All it took was for her to show him one lovely breast, a pink nipple, and a teasing mole and he was a goner.
“Would love to,” she said with a sultry smile. “But right now I’m interested in a little something else.”
His hand went to cover her breast and he laid his palm over the peak, his tanned, callused hand looking foreign against her smooth skin. “And you want me to touch you?”
“Oh yes,” she breathed, then almost looked embarrassed at how it had come out. A hint of a flush touched her face and crept down to her breasts. “I lose my mind whenever you touch me. I like it. It allows me to…lose myself in the moment.”
“And lets you come?” He whispered in a husky voice, leaning in close to her. Even after several days in the woods, Miranda still smelled good. Clean and fresh and warm. She bathed in the stream every morning, and he had to admit that he had picked campsites by streams for that very reason.
“Every time,” she admitted, biting her lip as if she felt scandalized bringing this up.
He let his hand slide to her belly button, then slid it into the V of the zipper and felt the curls of her sex. They were completely soaked and he hissed at that. “You are so wet.”
Her hands gripped him, her body locking as if it was too much to process, and she gave a shuddering gasp. Her hips flexed against his hand. “Oh, Dane. Touch me, please.”
As if he could resist when she begged so very sweetly. With one hand gripping her around her waist, he pulled her closer and dug one blunt finger between the damp curls. She gasped as he grazed her clit, then sank the finger into her hot, silky warmth.
“Mmm, I like that,” she said, and her arms wrapped around his neck, dragging his face down so she could kiss it. Naked and panting, he twisted so her breasts pushed against his chest, and her hips worked over his hand.
He slid the finger in and out slowly, enjoying the way she moaned and twisted with each small motion.
Her mouth frantically searched along his jaw as he pressed the heel of his palm against her clit and sank his finger in again. Miranda gave a muffled gasp that echoed in his ear right before she bit down on his earlobe, and he thrust his finger into her hot core again. Once, twice, and then she shivered all over, released his ear and buried her face in his neck to muffle her low moan.
Warmth spilled over his palm as she gave a deep gasp and came against his hand, unable to hold out longer. It was incredibly erotic. He continued rubbing her pussy, enjoying the little quivers and involuntary jerking pulses she made as she came down from her orgasm. Her eyes were closed and the flush had returned to her cheeks and breasts, and she looked gorgeous in the dappled sunlight.
He didn’t care if this was a mistake. Seeing that open, raw look on Miranda’s face and feeling her come all over his hand? He’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Her brown eyes opened slowly. She smiled up at him, the expression languid and satisfied, as if she’d never felt so good. “We’re getting better and better at that, aren’t we? Soon I’m going to come just from you looking at me.”
Hearing that made him even harder. If he was any harder, he’d start losing blood to his brain. “Where’s the fun in that?”
She gave a throaty, sexy little laugh and slipped out of his arms. “It’s fun for me.”
His hands slid from her body and he watched her move away with a bit of regret. She had the most beautiful breasts. “But you’ve made me all distracted. That isn’t what I came here for,” she said in a coy voice.
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, no? What are you here for, then?”
The tiny, sly smile remained on her mouth and she reached for his zipper. She pulled it down below his waist, and then her hands went to the top button of his jeans, causing his straining cock to jump. “Want to guess?”
Dane swallowed hard. Without even a second of hesitation, he reached out and brushed her long brown hair back over her shoulder, where it had fallen over her breast. “Sure.”
“How about I just show you?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him in a look that managed to be playful and sexy all at the same time. And then she dropped to her knees in front of him.
He groaned under his breath as her hands slid to the hard bulge in his jeans where his cock rose, desperate to be free. “Miranda,” he said softly. “What are you doing?”
She gave him a playful look and undid the buttons of his fly. “I’m touching you.”
His hand went to her hair, tangling in the silky locks. “You are driving me crazy. Are you usually this naughty?”
Her hands slid to the front of his boxers. “Actually, I’m normally just a buttoned-up librarian,” she said and w
inked up at him. She tugged at the sleeves of his jumpsuit, and he helped her, pulling his arms out. She pushed his clothes down until they bunched at his knees, then followed suit with his jeans and boxers, until all his clothes were pooling at his knees and his cock was free. The breath of surprise that Miranda sucked in was immensely gratifying. “Oh my,” she breathed, her hands going to cup his balls. Her other hand slid to the base of his cock. “I never get tired of seeing this.” She gave him a pleased look and wrapped her fingers around the base, as if testing the girth.
The squeeze was almost enough to send him over the edge, and he leaned his head back, his hands moving to grip the bark of the tree. He dug in with his fingers. Miranda was amazingly sexy, kneeling before him and handling his cock, and he did not want to blow his wad before he had a chance to thoroughly enjoy himself with what she was offering. “You don’t have to do this,” he mentioned, because he felt like he had to. Just because he’d touched her didn’t mean she had to go down on him.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Like I’m doing this for you.” She leaned in and her breath touched the head of his cock, hot and silky. “I’m doing this for me. Understand?”
He did. “In that case,” he said, digging his fingers into the bark harder so he wouldn’t reach out and touch her and somehow ruin this moment, “be my guest.”
From below his waist, Miranda grinned. She leaned in and gave his cock another squeeze, then slid forward and swiped at the head of it with her tongue. Her tongue flicked against the crown, tasting the drop of liquid beaded there. He groaned. Goddamn. He held his breath, unwilling to do anything to spoil the moment. His entire body tensed, waiting for her to lean forward again and take more of him into her mouth.
And she did. She moved in and the head slid past her lips, into the wet, sucking cavern of her mouth. He could feel her tongue tickle the vein on the underside of his cock, and she pumped the base as she pulled him farther into her mouth.
Dane panted, his gaze glued to her intent face. She looked as if she was concentrating hard, as if she wanted to get it just right. For him. The expression on her face was driving him almost as crazy as the feel of her tongue against his cock. He felt her suck him all the way into her mouth, felt the head of his cock butt against the back of her throat, and then she released him, pulling away before pumping the base and sliding him deep into her mouth again in one long, sinuous motion.
She was amazing. That playful look was back on her face again as she let his cock fall from her mouth, then rubbed the head of it on her lips. He wanted to fuck her mouth, to fuck the playfulness off of her face and have her return to that intense look that he liked better than anything. The intense look that told him she was concentrating so hard because she was so very distracted.
When her lips curved around the tip of his cock again, he put a hand to her hair and tangled it there, guiding her head. Would she like this? Some women didn’t.
She gave a little moan of pleasure around his cock and let him lead as he fucked her mouth, stroking into it over and over again. He noticed that as she worked his cock, she pushed her breasts against his thighs, making sure that her nipples scraped against his skin repeatedly.
He reached down to help her with that, his other hand moving to tease the curve of one breast, rubbing against a nipple. She arched her back and leaned in to his touch, and he felt the low groan in the back of her throat against his cock, still buried deep in her mouth. He loved touching her. The way she felt, the way she responded—there was something about Miranda that just drove him crazy with lust. He wanted to see her come again, to see her eyes flutter as she rocked into another orgasm.
“Touch yourself, Miranda,” he murmured, his hand tangling in her hair again, guiding her back and forth as her mouth stroked his cock. “I want to see you touch yourself.” Her hand had been teasing his balls and it fluttered on his thigh.
She looked up at him with those brown eyes, and then her hand slid into her jumpsuit. She rolled her hips and gave another whimper, and he tweaked a nipple as he drove into her mouth again. “You are just about the hottest thing I have ever seen,” he murmured, unable to stop touching her. One hand anchored in her hair, guiding her head, and the other skimmed along her breast again, then her arm, her cheek, anywhere he could touch her, to let her know how much he liked her mouth on his cock.
Her hand began to work frantically between her legs, her hips giving that delicious shiver he was starting to recognize as Miranda being close to an orgasm, and it made his entire body surge. She was about to come again, just from taking him in her mouth, pleasuring him.
The thought drove him wild, and he began to go over the edge. His balls tightened and he nearly lost it, but froze, breathing hard. “Miranda…I’m about to come. Do you want me to…”
In response, her hand stole out from between her legs and she cupped his balls, toying with them with her fingers. Her mouth sucked down on his cock and she pulled him deeper into her throat.
That was enough for him. Hand tangled hard in her hair, he pumped into her mouth and came, groaning her name as he did so. Cum shot down her throat but she didn’t tear away from him, and he finished with a heavy breath, his cock sliding away from her lips as she closed her mouth and swallowed all that he’d given her. Her hand fluttered between her legs again, working her sex as she tried to come again.
He pulled her up to her feet and she stopped, but he guided her hand back between her legs. Her eyes met his and he leaned in and kissed her neck as she stroked her flesh. When he bit her, hard, on the neck, she came in a soft little scream.
She collapsed in his arms, as if the orgasm had made her totally boneless, and he cradled her and helped her slip to the ground. He expected her to sit up, brush off, something. Instead, she lay back in the grass and the leaves and gave the most sultry, satisfied giggle he had ever heard.
He moved to sit next to her, a hint of a smile touching his mouth at her satisfied expression. “What was that laugh for?”
The look on Miranda’s face was dreamy. “I was just thinking I should have done that days ago.”
That had not been what he expected to hear from her. He watched her, her breasts pointed up to the skies, her hair pooled back behind her, and in that moment, Dane was truly and utterly caught.
Hell. When he got back to the base camp, he was going to have to tell Colt and Grant that he’d been messing around with one of their new clients.
Because there was no way he was letting Miranda Hill get away from him again. He grinned at the thought. He’d tell them when he got back. They’d understand…eventually.
The little minx glanced over at him, and smiled. “Your pants are still down around your ankles.”
“You’re still naked under your jumpsuit,” he rebutted.
“Mmm, true.” She looked as if she didn’t care. She didn’t move to cover her breasts. “You know, I’ve decided I like the woods,” she said softly.
“And why is that?” Dane hitched his boxers back up around his waist, and then his pants.
“No prying eyes,” she said with a light sigh, as if it were the most blissful thing in the world. “It’s just you and nature. No nosy townspeople.” Her fingers played with a leaf near her head.
He chuckled at the thought. Now she sounded like him. It was the very reason he’d gone off the grid in the wilds of Alaska—he just wanted to get away from everyone. To never see another city again. People hadn’t understood his decision at the time—they’d assumed he’d go to Hollywood and cash in on his notoriety. It was just another part of Miranda’s appeal that she felt the same way he did. Though it was odd that she had a reason to. “Someone in town giving you a hard time?”
She glanced over at him and the smile slid off of her face, as if she had realized what she just said. Her hands stole to the zipper of her jumpsuit and she quickly zipped it shut, then stood. Her hands pulled leaves out of her tangled hair and she shrugged. “Nah. Just thinking aloud.” With that, she glanced a
t the trees in the distance. “I think I’m going to go find my clothes. See you later, Dane.”
With a casual wave, she turned and left him, stopping only to swoop over and pick up her paintball gun from where she’d dropped it.
He was oddly tempted to follow her. But instead, he turned and picked up his paintball gun, put on his helmet, and hoped it covered the satisfied smile on his face.
Miranda flopped to the ground once she found her clothes and just breathed for a few minutes, determined not to let panic sink in.
Dear lord, what the hell was she doing?
It had all seemed like such a brilliant plan. Find Dane, flirt with him. Flash him a little cleavage. Taste that big cock—to please herself—and then leave him wanting more. But she’d been an idiot and started yapping about town and privacy of all things, and hell, why didn’t she just confess her entire plan to him right then and there?
She put a hand to her forehead and rubbed. Stupid. Stupid, stupid. She’d let things get carried away, and then she’d been so hot and bothered and content afterward that she’d just started spouting all kinds of crap.
Good Miranda needed to back the hell off and let Evil Miranda stay in charge. Evil Miranda would have just sucked his dick, winked at him, and left. Good Miranda had to have her cuddle time and let him see the vulnerable side of her.
Good Miranda was an idiot.
She didn’t regret pleasuring Dane—it had been far too enjoyable. What she regretted now was that she was losing control of herself. This was supposed to be her revenge. And while she was twisting Dane around her finger…she found herself enjoying his kisses and his touch far too much. She could still taste him in her mouth, still feel his hands on her body.
When had she started to like spending time with him? When did the revenge lose its focus in exchange for the next orgasm?
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Good Miranda kept going on about her feeeeelings. Feelings only got in the way of things. Frowning to herself, Miranda pulled out her panties and resolved that from now on, she was going to stay in control. Emotionless flirting and a teasing fuck or two in the woods. She needed to keep him off guard. Most of all, she needed to keep in control. She wouldn’t let herself lose control of the situation again.
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