I crossed the distance in two strides.
Our mouths crashed together, hungry, no preamble. Her lips were cold from the February air, while mine were warm from work. She tasted like coffee and the faint mint of the gum she always chewed on the drive over.
I kissed her like I was starving, tongue sweeping deep, swallowing the little sound she made when I tugged her lower lip between my teeth.
“Cold?” I murmured against her mouth.
“Getting warmer,” she breathed.
I stepped back and gently spun her around so her back pressed to my front. She gasped when her bare skin met the rough flannel of my shirt. I wrapped one arm across her chest, palming her breast, rolling the tight peak between my fingers until she whimpered. My other hand skated down her stomach, stopping between her thighs.
She was already soaked.
“Jesus, Gemma,” I groaned into her neck, teeth grazing her pulse. “You drove all the way here like this?”
“Thought about you the whole time.” Her voice was wrecked. “Imagined you bending me over every sawhorse in this place.”
I pressed two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she bucked against my hand. My cock was so hard it hurt, trapped behind denim. I couldn’t wait anymore.
I yanked my belt open, shoved my jeans and boxers down just far enough. My erection sprang free, thick and throbbing. I nudged her thighs apart and slid between them—not inside her yet, just gliding along her slick folds, the head bumping her clit with every slow thrust.
We both groaned at the same time.
“Fuck,” I rasped. “You feel so good.”
Her hips rocked back, chasing the friction, coating me in her wetness. I kept that slow, torturous slide while my fingers found her clit, circling, pressing, matching the rhythm of mycock gliding between her legs. She was trembling now, thighs shaking, breath coming in short, sharp pants.
“Come for me, baby,” I growled against her ear. “Let me feel it.”
It didn’t take long. Her head fell back against my shoulder, mouth open on a silent cry, and then her whole body seized—inner muscles fluttering, thighs clamping around me as she came hard, slick heat pulsing against my shaft. I held her through it, fingers relentless on her clit until she was whimpering, oversensitive, trying to twist away and pull me closer at the same time.
When the aftershocks finally eased, I kissed the side of her throat. “Spread your legs,” I ordered, voice low. “Grab the beam.”
She obeyed instantly. One hand wrapped around the rough two-by-six. She leaned forward, ass tipped up, back arched, offering herself completely.
I lined up and pushed inside her in one long, deep stroke. We both moaned—loud, shameless, echoing off the bare framing.
She was impossibly tight, hotter than sin, so wet I could feel every ripple as I sank to the hilt. I pulled back slow, then slammed home again, harder. Exactly the way she loved it. Deep. Rough. Claiming.
“Like that?” I gritted out.
“Yes—God, yes—don’t stop?—”
I didn’t. I fucked her with long, punishing strokes, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with the creak of the beam she held onto. One of her hands left the wood. I felt her arm shift downward and knew exactly what she was doing. Her fingers were on her clit again, rubbing frantic little circles while I pounded into her.
That sight—knowing she was chasing her pleasure while I filled her—snapped something primal loose in my chest.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I growled. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. Let me feel you come on my cock again.”
She cried out, her walls fluttering around me. I drove deeper, harder, chasing my own edge. The pressure built at the base of my spine, white-hot and inevitable.
“Gemma—”
“Come inside me,” she gasped. “Please—fill me up?—”
I buried myself to the root and let go.
The orgasm hit like a freight train. I groaned her name, hips jerking as I spilled deep inside her, pulse after pulse, marking her in the most primitive way. She came right after me, clenching so tight it dragged another ragged moan out of my throat. We rode it out together, shaking, breathing hard, locked in place until the last tremor faded.