Chapter 28
He wanted her; God, he was so hard it ached. So very long since he’d had a woman, and his own hand was so uninspiring that he hadn’t even done thatin quite some time. The foil-wrapped condom glinted, almost lost in the blankets. He scrounged for it and struggled with the wrapper, one-handed. He didn’t want to lose a moment of touching her for something that simple.
He traced a curve down her ass cheek as she rubbed along the blankets like a cat. The velvet line of her pussy lips was soft, inviting against his finger and he lingered there, touching, stroking, listening to the dulcet moans of her wanting. He found her clit, buried in the tip of those folds, and coaxed it up, forward, rubbing at the small node. Lane shivered against him, her whole body shaking. Her skin was no longer chilled with wind and rain, but hot, damp, feverish against his flesh.