As he straightened, she noticed a series of reddish purple marks on his skin. She leaned in, trying to figure out what they were. Then she gasped as she realized just what it was, her memory flicking back to last night. She recalled her mouth on his skin, biting and sucking at his tight muscles.
Good God, she’d covered him with hickies. “Your shoulder!”
Reese grinned, looking rather pleased with himself. He plucked at his shirt. “Thought I’d show them off.”
Her jaw ground. “Did Cade see those?”
“He did.”
“Annnnd you wore that shirt on purpose.”
“I might have.” He winked at her, then took a swig from his water bottle. “So what’s on your mind?”
She stared at the markings on his shoulder, feeling heat creeping through her body at the sight. She’d done that to him? She’d been wild and out of control last night.
She wanted to do it again.
But she’d mess with him a little first. Audrey grabbed a handful of his shirt. “We need to talk.”
“Someone’s the voice of authority,” he said, amused. But he followed her lead.
She dragged him through the muddy yard, around to the far side of the lodge, then under the wraparound porch. The cord of wood that the men worked to constantly replenish was stored underneath, next to the cellar doors. Anyone standing underneath the porch was shielded from all eyes, the windows above only giving a view to the trees and lake below. It was perfect for what she wanted to do.
When he followed her under the porch, ducking his head to ensure he didn’t crack his skull, he gave her an odd look. “Why are we heading under here?”
Audrey tugged at his shirt, dragging him closer. “Because we didn’t finish what we started last night,” she told him in a low voice.
Then her hand went to his cock, and she rubbed.
The breath hissed out of his throat. Reese stared down at her for a moment, incredulous, and then a slow smile spread over his face. “Mercenary little thing, aren’t you? I like that.”
“Do you now?” She leaned in and nipped at his chin, feeling the scrape of stubble. Odd how that excited the hell out of her. “Why don’t you show me?”
“Exactly what business did we leave unfinished the other night?” Reese murmured, pushing her backward a step until her back was up against the woodpile. Rough bits of wood clung to her clothing and scraped at her flesh through the fabric, but she didn’t care.
“I’m sure you can guess.”
“Well, last I recall, I had my hand between your legs and you were riding me.”
Heat pooled between her legs and her breathing sped up. “That sounds about right.”
“You want to f**k right here on the woodpile?”
Her hand rubbed along the hardening length in his pants, enjoying the sensation of him under her fingers . . . and the heady feeling of power she had at manhandling him. “I was thinking more like a bit of heavy petting here in the woodpile,” she said, and let her lips graze against his mouth. “Then maybe a nice, dirty f**k later.”
Reese groaned, thrusting against her hand. His slid to the waistband of her pants. “You want me to make you come?”
“That’s what I had in mind, yeah.” She licked her lips and glanced up at him through her lashes. “I was thinking that maybe we could make each other come.”
“Mmm,” he breathed, watching her with intense blue eyes. “I think I can agree to that . . . on one condition.”
She looked up at him, curious. “Condition?”
To her surprise, he reached for the tight knot of her hair and pulled at the hair band. “This needs to come free. I want the wild Audrey, not the uptight one.”
She snorted, half-tempted to punch him in the gut for calling her uptight . . . but there was too much heat pumping through her veins to even think of something like that. She simply stood still while he tugged her hair free and let it fall around her shoulders in a bright red sweep.
“That’s better,” he murmured. “Sexy, dirty little Audrey. It’s like that wild side of yours is the best kept secret around.”
Her fingers curled around the stiff length of him tenting the front of his pants. “And your wild side is the worst kept secret.”
Reese chuckled low, pulling her against him and letting his hands slide to her ass. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“It wasn’t intended to be flattery,” she told him, even as she lightly stroked her hand up and down his length. “You’re not my type.”
“Then why are you stroking my cock?” His hand played with the waistband of her panties again, except this time he slid his fingers inside her.
“I told you,” she whispered. “You need to finish what you started.”
And she reached for the laces of his sleep pants, tugging at the string until the knot came loose and the fabric pooled loosely around his waist. He wasn’t wearing underwear—again—and she caught a glimpse of the large head of his cock, flushed with his own excitement, a droplet of pr**cum glistening on the head.
The sight of him made a tremor rush through her body, and that tremor intensified when she felt his fingertips sweep over her mound, brushing against the curls there.
He groaned at the feel of her, the sound soft against her messy hair. “Wet already, Audrey? You just that excited or you been thinking about coming out here and grabbing me all morning?”
Her hand moved into his pants, cupping his hot, bare flesh. “Maybe a little bit of both?” She leaned in and licked a drop of sweat from his hickey-flushed shoulder. His c**k in her hand was scorching, so hot against her that it was like touching fire.
Reese’s fingertips grazed against her clit, seeking it out. At her shuddering response to his touch, he stopped there and rubbed lightly, brushing back and forth against the sensitized bud with the pads of his fingers. “That’s the spot.”
Audrey whimpered, her fingers curling around his c**k and stroking him with a jerky motion.
“Shhh, shhh,” he told her, murmuring low in her ear, his breath tickling her hair. “Go slow, sugar. I’ve got control of you now.” His hand brushed against her nape, and then he grabbed a handful of her hair, tilting her head back and exposing her neck. His lips moved against her jawline, teeth scraping at her skin. “Sexy little spitfire. My naughty little firecracker.”