Page 72 of Reckless With You

“Have you ever had sex outside?” he asked, his voice low.

I looked around, aware that we were in the greenhouse area surrounded by trees. No one would be able to see us.

“No, but it’s cold as fuck out here.”

“There’s no snow on the ground right here. It’ll be good. I promise.”

“Yeah, so said the spider to the fly.”

“I’d make a joke about webbing, but that’s weird.”

“Oh my God,” I said with a groan.

“Never again.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“But you want to?” he asked, grinning.

“Oh, yes. That was the line. The best one ever. And totally. But we’re going to have to be quiet.”

“I think we can make that happen.” And then his mouth was on mine, and I was sighing into him.

He already had his shirt off, and before I could blink, mine was over my head, and I stood outside in my work boots and jeans and a bra.

Apparently, having sex with Tucker meant having sex in new places.

And as his hand gripped my ass, I had a feeling new places might mean something entirely different one day.

That was if we continued doing this.

Not that I thought we would.

Because soon, it would be over, and everything would be fine. We would go back to normal. He would go on to date other people, and I would be healthier and happier and whole.

Because he had helped me get over Tobey. And that’s why he was here. To help me figure out exactly who I needed to be. His words, not mine.

We weren’t serious. This was all we needed.

When he pinched my ass, my eyes widened. “What was that for?”

“Be here with me, not wherever you went just then. Got me?”

I swallowed hard and nodded, and then he was kissing me again.

We slowly worked each other out of the rest of our clothes, and he made a little nest for me, so my back was on his shirt and the coat he’d brought out with him, and then he was over me, kissing me and caressing me, biting and licking.

I arched my back as he lapped at my breasts, molding them and pinching them with his fingers. He was a little rougher than I’d ever had before, yet sweet at the same time.

I ached for him, my body holding him as he hovered above me.

He slid a condom over his length, and then he was teasing my entrance, his thumb over my clit as he slowly worked his way in and out of me. I stretched for him, aching. It had been a while before him, and he was big. But it was so worth it. He hit me in all the right spots as he slowly moved. I arched for him, my fingernails digging into his back as he made love to me.

No.Had sex. Fucked. All the words butlove.

Because there couldn’t be that.

I wasn’t going to make that mistake again.