Free Army of You & Me by Billy London Page B

safe?”
    “Very,” she whispered, touching her mouth to his stubbled jaw, then buried her face in his neck. He smelled divine, and she wanted to bury her nose all over him. Quickly, she unbuttoned his shirt to the waist and ran her fingers through the blond hair that covered the span of his torso. Her nails caught his nipples, and he sat up with her still braced against his chest. A rip told her that her panties weren’t going to be of use anymore, and he pulled them over her shoes. Slowly, he unbuttoned the front of her cardigan. “You look far too prim and proper,” he murmured, pressing light kisses to her neck, each one sending a shudder of delight over her skin.
    “We’re on a bowling green.”
    “So? Probably the most action it’s seen since the club opened in god-awful sixty-nine,” he argued, tugging the buttons of her knit cardigan open, unsnapping her bra and lowering the material until her nipples sprang free. In the cool air, they tightened automatically. Under the intensity of Cain’s gaze, they turned rock hard. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Cain lowered them both to the grass once more. “Doesn’t that feel better?” he asked.
    Yes, yes, yes! she thought, her body tingling with pleasure. The sensation of her bare breasts rubbing against his muscle bound chest, her nipples grazing his hair, edged her to something she didn’t begin to understand. She had to kiss him. It was the only thing that made sense. Her fingers speared through his hair, and his mouth opened under her own. His tongue tangled with hers. She wanted more, to taste more, feel more.
    He groaned under her lips, the rumbling sound vibrating through her. Suddenly he gripped her buttocks once more.
    “Cain,” she mumbled. “What...”
    His hands moved beneath her and the sound of his belt unbuckling froze her. No. He wouldn’t. Not here. Seriously? She yelped as he lifted them both slightly from the cool grass and he shoved his trousers down. Something hot and very hard slapped against her thigh.
    “Touch me,” he insisted. She hesitated and he lifted her skirt to her waist, yanking the material into obedience. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the length of his sex. She felt its velvet-soft smoothness, the ridges of the head, and the moistness at the tip. The more she stroked it in her palm, the more she wanted to know just how it would feel inside her; whether it would change this feeling now. Cain’s breathing changed with each stroke. He sounded pained, short of breath. She let his sex slip from her hand, her confidence faltering with the realisation that there was hardly anything separating them from the main road and a police caution.
    With his hands in hers, he tugged her arms to either side of his head. “Keep them there,” he ordered. Carefully, he manoeuvred her until his sex aligned with her own. Panic set in immediately. Too soon, too soon!
    Cain kissed her, his hands smoothing over the length of her back, sliding his sex against her moistness with the same languidness.
    “Ooh,” she gasped. Oh, that was different. That was better. They slid smoothly against each other, the tip of his cock nudging at her clit at every stroke and yet not losing contact with her. Madeline’s breath was locked in her throat, seized by a building pressure within her. He controlled each stroke against her, using her buttocks to move her over his length. It was the oddest sensation. To feel the world had suddenly centred right between her thighs. All there was, was the two of them, him and her and an unbelievable feeling. Heat and tremors and indescribable reach pulling at every nerve inside her body.
    The tip of his cock nudged against her opening and slipped inside. The pressure snapped, her pussy squeezing him out. But he edged her back down and entered her again. Unable to hold back the scream that ripped through her as pleasure exploded all over her to the tips of her fingers, her throat burned with the sound. At the