Cashmere and Camo

by Erin Nicholas

  He turned the truck off and looked at her. “I’ll walk you to the door.”

  She nodded.

  He opened his door, reached to shut off the overhead interior light, then got out and went around to her side, pulling the door open and offering his hand. His fingers wrapped around hers and as she turned to slide down, he was suddenly struck by how the truck seat put her at a really perfect height. Instead of stepping back to let her down, he stepped closer and her knees parted for him to move between them. Her free hand went to his shoulder. His settled on her hip. Then she slid closer. And he leaned in.

  Their mouths met, and she gave a little sigh that made his gut tighten and his cock instantly harden. She ran her hand from his shoulder up the side of his neck to his head, her fingers gliding over his short hair and making a shiver shoot down his spine. Damn, how did that feel so good? His hand slid from her hip to her ass and he brought her forward. Instead of a sigh, this time she gave a little moan, and Noah felt a need unlike anything he’d ever felt before. She fit perfectly against him, her softness cradling his hardness. Which got even harder. Especially when she wiggled. He groaned. Yep, just like how she’d moved on the seat.

  Her fingers tightened in his and he opened his mouth, needing to taste her. She followed his lead and their tongues were immediately stroking, hot and insistent. In fact, it was hard to tell who was more insistent at that moment.

  Noah felt his fingers digging into her butt, not that she seemed to mind, and he tried to gentle his hold, but she wiggled as he tried to let go, bumping the apex of her thighs against his fly. He tore his mouth from hers, looking into her eyes. Her pupils were dilated and she was breathing hard.

  That was a decent second date kiss, right? It was more than the forehead and cheek from the first night. There was more tongue than behind the plant. He swallowed. Yeah, this was good. He could leave it here.

  Then she said maybe the one thing that could have torn through his good intentions.

  “More. Please, Noah.”

  Heat rocked through him. Jesus. That was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. And, since it was Brynn, there was no denying her.

  He leaned in to taste her where he’d been fantasizing about kissing her for months. The skin along her neck was silky soft and smelled amazing. He dragged his lips from her collarbone to her jaw and down again.

  “You want more?” he asked huskily.

  She tipped her head back. “Please.”

  With a little groan, he put both hands on her ass and pulled her firmly against him. He opened his mouth and gave her neck a lick and then sucked slightly. She gasped again and wiggled, pressing against him, seeking pressure.

  He gave her pressure. He gripped her ass and pressed forward, rubbing the hard length of his cock against her.

  “Oh my God, Noah,” she breathed.

  This was fucking addictive. He took her mouth in a hot, deep kiss, stroking along her tongue firmly.

  Her hands were gripping his shoulders, then running down over his biceps, squeezing there, and then down to his waist, around to his back and up again. Damn, her hands felt good on him.

  As did the hard points of her nipples pressing into his chest. He was also acutely aware of the fact that her legs, not quite wrapped around his waist, but holding tight on either side of his hips, were completely bare from the sandals on her feet to whatever she was wearing under this short skirt.

  God, he’d love to know what she was wearing under this short skirt.

  Second date kiss. Just a second date kiss, a voice said in his head.

  But in the next instant another voice said, she said more. And please. Fuck the second date kiss.

  He ran his hands from her butt to her bare legs, stroking from her knees to just under the hem of her skirt where it was pulled up on her thighs. She gave a little whimper and, possibly subconsciously, moved her knees a little farther apart.

  The rush of need that shot from his head to his cock made him a little dizzy. He moved his hands higher, stroking the soft, hot skin. Brynn’s fingers dug into his back and she ran her tongue over his lower lip, then moved her mouth along his jaw and to his neck. Just as he’d done to her, she dragged her lips along the tendon that ran down from his jaw, along his collarbone, and when she got to the spot where his neck met his shoulder, she bit down gently.

  Noah jerked. Then groaned. Did she know how fucking hot that was? No way did she know about biting. Or how sexy it felt for her to dig her nails into his back. Or how fucking good it felt to be pressed against her panties, even with denim in the way.

  “Brynn,” he said on a near growl.

  She looked up at him, her lips a little swollen from his kisses. She made a cute little grimace. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t fucking be sorry,” he told her roughly. “But you need to realize what you’re doing.”

  “What am I doing?”

  “You’re giving huge, bright green lights.”

  “Oh.” She shrugged. “Well, good.”

  “Not good,” he made himself say. “Date two doesn’t end with your legs wrapped around the guy’s hips.”

  She gave him a slow smile that, for all her inexperience, was incredibly, sexily, all-knowing. “I’m just going with what feels good.”

  He became all too aware that the truck seat height was absolutely perfect if he wanted to lay her back, lift her skirt, rip her panties off and make her feel better than she’d ever felt.

  And he definitely wanted to do all of that.

  “Date two isn’t supposed to feel this good,” he finally managed.

  She laughed lightly at that. “I guess all of this isn’t going to be an exact replica of how these real dates will go.”

  He pulled in a deep breath. “They can be. I just need to get my head on straight.”

  She shook her head. “With you it will never be how it will be with other guys.”

  He didn’t want to hear this. Whatever she was about to say was going to make it impossible to take his hands off of her tonight. And yet, he still asked, “Why not?”

  How fucking pathetic was it that he was prompting sweet words from her?

  “Because I haven’t been getting all worked up watching any other guy bending over cars for the past six months.”

  Noah stared at her. That was not what he’d expected her to say. At all. Even a little.

  He cleared his throat. “You’ve been reading in the garage for the past six months.”

  “And ogling you. And wanting to run my hands over your back.” She did just that as she spoke. “And eyeing this spot on your neck.” She leaned in and kissed the spot where she’d bitten him. Then she ran her hands over his upper arms and shoulders. “And thinking about how it would feel to have these arms holding me up while you…kissed me.”

  Maybe, maybe, if she hadn’t paused just before “kissed me”, as if she could have filled something else in there, he might have let her go then. Maybe. But she had paused. And they’d both filled that blank in with something other than kissing.

  He felt the groan rumble from his chest. Then he cupped the back of her head and brought her in for a long, deep, hot kiss. It wasn’t a fast one. He took her mouth with long, easy strokes. But he made sure she felt it in every muscle. Especially the one pressed against his harder-than-ever cock. She wiggled against him, making needy sounds as he ran a hand up and down her back as she’d done to him before running it over her hip, then waist, up over her ribs, to cup her breast. One of the perfect, firm, hard-tipped breasts that had teased him over the past six months. She hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and just hung on. Which was fine with him. She’d been ogling him. He didn’t consider himself a guy with a big ego, but that absolutely stroked what he did have and made it rear up and want to give her everything she might have even kind of fantasized about.

  It would be damned near impossible to find someone who cared about her as much as he did. Who would want to make every single kiss, touch, and orgasm th
e best she’d ever have. Did that mean that he should leave her alone and not rock her world?

  Probably.

  Did that mean he was going to?

  No fucking way.

  He ran his thumb over her hard nipple, swallowing her moan of pleasure. He circled it, then tugged gently.

  She ripped her mouth from his, sucking in air. She put her forehead against his, her eyes squeezed shut. “Oh my God.”

  “Pull your shirt up.”

  She hesitated. Noah knew she hadn’t done this for a very long time, if ever, and he knew that the young guys in high school or college would have pulled her shirt up all on their own. But he wanted her with him. It was hotter than hell for a woman to undress herself, clearly wanting and needing to be naked as much as he needed her to be, and he wanted that from Brynn more than he’d ever wanted it before.

  And, because she was fucking amazing, she didn’t say a word or ask or even pause more than a few seconds, before she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, leaned back, and stripped it off.

  He couldn’t help his chuckle, even as he had to adjust his fly. “Or that will work.”

  “Oh, you did say pull it up. Sorry. I just… I don’t know… I just wanted it off.”

  He shook his head. “Stop apologizing for going with how you feel. I mean it. Do whatever feels good. Do whatever you’ve thought about, anything you want to try.” He lowered his voice and leaned closer, putting his nose nearly against hers. “Use me, Brynn. For all of the things you’ve ever wondered about. Or fantasized about.”

  She took a little breath. “It’s a shockingly long list.”

  He gave a little groan.

  “I mean the list of things I’ve wondered about,” she said with a smile. “Though the fantasy list has grown a lot… lately.”

  She was going to kill him. Because if he didn’t get her naked soon, he would die. And once he did get her naked, he’d never recover.

  “I’m all yours,” he said honestly.

  She took another of those deep breaths. “That’s really hot.”

  Well, good. Because it was absolutely true.

  Then he could no longer ignore the fact that she was sitting in front of him with only a thin silky bra between him and her breasts. “Pull your bra down,” he said gruffly. She started to move her hands and he added, “Not off. Just down.”

  This was a make-out session. And even though the truck seat height was damned near perfect for, well, everything except maybe three positions he had in mind, he was keeping this as a make-out session only. Clearly, they were on the path to more. Clearly, he was going to teach her about more than kissing. But now that he knew she’d been ogling him and having some dirty thoughts of her own, he wanted to build this up. Teach her a little something about anticipation. And about the buildup, the slow burn, how good it could be when things finally exploded. And give her something to remember that would be very difficult to repeat. Because as much as he wanted her to be happy even after she left Bliss, he was still kind of an ass.

  She tugged the front of her bra down, exposing her breasts, and Noah nearly swallowed his tongue. “Damn, Brynn.”

  She started to lift a hand and he grasped her wrist. He didn’t know if she was intending to cover herself, or play with that pretty nipple, but he couldn’t take either one. “Put your hands behind you on the seat,” he told her, his tone low and firm.

  Her eyes widened slightly, but he could see it was with excitement. She flattened both palms on the seat just behind her butt. The move pushed her breasts forward and Noah lifted a hand to cup one, brushing his thumb over the tip and reveling in how huge his hand was around the firm, perfect mound.

  Brynn wiggled on the seat and her knees pressed into his hips. “God, that feels good,” she said softly.

  Considering she was easily the quietest woman he knew, Noah couldn’t believe how much he loved that she seemed unable to keep from talking now.

  “Just keep telling me how you feel, B,” he said softly, before ducking his head and swirling his tongue around her nipple.

  “Oh, wow, wow,” was her response to that.

  Then he sucked. And got a “Holy shit, Noah!”

  He chuckled softly feeling triumphant. “And remember, no is also an option,” he said.

  “Why would I possibly say no to you?”

  He paused. She hadn’t said why would I possibly say no to this. She couldn’t imagine saying no to him. That was dangerous stuff. That was the kind of stuff that should make him pull back, quickly get her clothes back in place, and keep his damned hands to himself. For as long as she was in Bliss. Because that was the kind of power he loved. He loved being trusted implicitly, being the guy that people knew would take care of them.

  It was the kind of power that had made him say “yes” when Rudy had asked for his help taking care of his girls and specifically looking out for Brynn. It was the power that had made him say “yes” when Jared had made him promise one night when they were sixteen and drunk on beers swiped from Noah’s dad’s garage fridge that Noah would take care of Maggie if anything ever happened to Jared.

  Now he was on the precipice of letting that power, Brynn’s faith and trust in him, push him into another no-return situation.

  And because he was a little self-destructive and a lot selfish, he dove in.

  He sucked again, while cupping her other breast. Her breathing was ragged, and she was gripping the back of his neck tightly as if to keep him in place. Her hips were wiggling against him and he couldn’t stand it anymore. He took her ass in his hands, pulled her snuggly against him, and then rocked his pelvis against her, putting pressure and friction against her clit.

  She ground against him, and he took her nipple between his teeth scraping them gently over the tip.

  And the next instant, Brynn blew his mind. She gripped his neck, arched her back, and came with a soft cry.

  Noah froze. He’d never given a woman an orgasm by just playing with her nipples. Okay, so there had been some grinding too, but no penetration. No direct attention on her clit. No hands or tongue between her legs. And she’d come.

  He pulled back, lifting his head to look into her eyes.

  She took a deep breath, and then grinned at him. “Date two kissing for the win.”

  He tried to come up with something to say to that. But one, he was still reeling from the realization that quiet, bookworm, Brynn was a fucking firecracker. And two, he wholeheartedly agreed with her appreciation for date two kissing.

  He lifted both hands, cupped her face between them, and brought her in for a kiss. “You’re amazing,” he said against her lips after he’d kissed her. “Thank you.”

  “Thank you?” She reached between them and pulled her bra back into place, then reached for her shirt. “Really? Thank you.”

  He suddenly wanted to know everything about every orgasm she’d ever had. She hadn’t dated in a very, very long time, but had there been grinding and humping in her past? Surely she gave herself orgasms. With her fingers or toys or both? He needed to know if this amazingly fast, entirely hot orgasm was just how she was wired, or was it fueled by her fantasies? And were those fantasies all about him or were there others? And if it was something he’d specifically done right, he wanted to know so he could do it another three or four dozen times. Per night.

  But no matter what, he fucking loved that quiet, reserved, in-the-shadows Brynn could find pleasure like that. So easily. So openly.

  She was dressed again, but he was still standing between her knees. And frankly, between this woman’s legs was exactly where he’d like to spend eternity.

  “Can we go on another date soon?” she asked.

  The smile she gave him was sweet with a little sexy around the edges, and she could get anything she wanted from him with that smile.

  “Definitely,” he told her.

  “Great. When? And who’s taking me out?”

  When? As in when would he get to kiss her again? And progress their le
ssons? Tomorrow. Since later tonight was probably crazy.

  But who? Fuck. She had just had an orgasm in his arms, and now they were going to talk about what other man she was going out with tomorrow? This had to be the craziest situation he’d ever been in.

  Noah swallowed, cursed the could-drive-nails hard-on he was going to have to do something about when he got home, and stepped back. “I’m going to have a barbecue at my place,” he told her. “Tomorrow afternoon.”

  He had no plans, no food, hadn’t invited anyone, hell, hadn’t even mowed his lawn. But he couldn’t wait even a full day for date three.

  “You’re going to have a barbecue at your house?” She frowned. “You never have people over at your house.”

  “Tomorrow. Noon.” Maybe then people would be out by three.

  Who was he kidding? No one would leave until it was dark. That’s how this stuff went. Especially on a Sunday afternoon. They’d sit around and drink beer and talk. Probably play volleyball. That’s what they’d done in the past when he’d thrown parties. A long, long time ago. “But we’ll do a pontoon party,” he decided instead. They could gather at the river and float out on the water and have just as much fun. And then he could leave whenever he wanted to. Yeah, that was better.

  “I’ve never been on a pontoon,” Brynn said.

  Of course, she’d never been to his house either. He stepped back and helped her out of the truck. Finally. “It will be fun. Swimming, a few beers, some burgers.”

  “Great.” She smiled up at him. “Who’s going to ask me?”

  Yeah, who was going to bring this woman he was crazy about, who he’d just made come on the front seat of his truck, to the party he was throwing? Sure, this was a totally normal situation.

  But he gave it some serious thought. It should be someone who would have to call it a night early so he could be up for work on Monday. Someone who wasn’t a huge partier and might not want to stick around for a bonfire. “Tanner Greives.” Tanner was a dairy farmer and had to be up at five a.m. to milk.