Free Moth to a Flame by K Webster Page B

realize that what we have is so unique,” he said with conviction. “So don’t ever call yourself a moth again, Lia. You’re the damned fire shining to me like a beacon in the night. Wherever you go, I will follow.” He then leaned forward, pressing his lips into mine with such an intensity, grabbing the back of my head like he was holding on for dear life.
    I was lost in his words, his touch, his kiss. My mother had had a whirlwind romance with Rich, so I wasn’t opposed at all to what was happening so quickly between Cale and me. It was like we’d been waiting a really long time for one another.
    A twig snapped, pulling us from our kiss to look around into the dark forest.
    “The critters are coming out. Want to make out in the tent?” he teased with a wink.
    “Something like that,” I countered back, causing another sexy growl of his.

GOD, THIS WOMAN was going to make me crazy. When she flirted, it was adorable and sexy as hell at the same time. I could tell that she wasn’t used to this sort of thing, but she was good at it nonetheless.
    I climbed into the tent after her, zipping it up behind me. When I turned to look at her, she was already lying on one of the sleeping bags on her side, gazing up at me.
    “Are you cold?”
    “A little bit. Come here and warm me up,” she commanded breathlessly.
    I crawled to where she was and stretched out beside her, lying so we were facing each other. She leaned towards me and softly kissed me on the lips.
    “It’s been a long time,” she whispered. “But I want to do this with you.”
    My dick hardened at the thought of Lia naked. She was a damn goddess.
    “Are you sure?” I asked her. “We’ve only known each other a few days.”
    “Believe me, Cale. I’m sure. Don’t worry. I’m on the pill and haven’t been with anyone in a very long time. I know I’m clean. I want this so badly.” She brought her bottom lip into her mouth, capturing it between her teeth.
    “I’m clean too,” I told her.
    Then I groaned and leaned over to suck that lip into my own mouth. She tasted sweet, like marshmallows. I nibbled at that lip, showing her that I liked the taste. She moaned as she pulled me on top of her.
    I continued to kiss, suck, and nibble on her lips and tongue. Her body was squirming with need beneath me and she was whining, “Please,” over and over again.
    I slid one of my hands to the waistband of her jeans and then slipped it up underneath her hoodie towards her breast. Her breasts were full and swollen, begging for my touch.
    My thumb grazed her nipple through her bra and she moaned, “Oh, God.” I continued kissing her but broke the kiss to pull her sweatshirt up over her head, leaving her in just her black lace bra. She was ethereal-looking, glowing in the light leftover from our fire.
    Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it away. She was watching me with hooded eyes. When I leaned down and tasted one of her perfect breasts, she cried out in pleasure so loudly that I thought I might come in my jeans right then. Needing to cool my dick off, I took a moment to remove my own hoodie, enjoying the cool air on my body. I bowed forward again, sucking her nipple between my teeth. She arched her back in sheer bliss.
    I was a fair man, so I gave her other breast some attention too. By the time I began removing her jeans, she was panting wildly.
    Damn, this woman is going to orgasm from me just touching her breasts. Wait till she sees what I have planned next.
    I unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, and, with agonizingly slow speed, pulled each pant leg off. She was lying there in nothing but some sexy-as-hell lace panties.
    After situating myself between her legs, I urged each one of them over my shoulders. She groaned in anticipation. I knew what my girl wanted. I ran my tongue over the lace of her panties and she jumped with the intense pleasure of the contact with her hot spot. Several more times of this later, she was begging me to