My bra suddenly goes loose, the cool air enveloping me a stark contrast to the heat in his gaze and his touch. He tugs one strap down my arm, his fingertips trailing over my skin and stirring my nerve endings like a sandy wind on a warm tropical morning.
I love being touched.
And kissed.
And adored.
I even love that I’m so clumsy right now that I can’t get Hayes’s shirt buttons undone.
The way he’s teasing and licking and nipping at my neck is driving me wild, and I finally give up and yank, sending his buttons flying.
He chuckles into the crook of my neck as his thick, heavy length pulses against me. “Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly get any more attractive, bluebell…”
“Want me to do the same to your pants?”
“Yes.”
“Are you adding this to my bill?”
“Payable in sexual favors. Where is that sweet nipple I found yesterday? I miss it. Ah. Here it is.”
He sucks on the tip of my breast, and the world explodes in song and rainbows around me.
I’m so wet I’ve soaked through my leggings. The cotton of his undershirt brushes my bare belly, heat radiating off his long, solid body, and I surrender.
There’s no history.
No complications.
No questions.
Just us.
With him worshipping my breasts while I tug his undershirt over his head and off one arm, then take shaky, over-zealous hands to his belt buckle.
He sucks in a short breath, his belly quivering beneath the backs of my hands. “Your fingers are exquisite.”
“Your body is extis—etiquette—oh my god, I can’t talk when I’m this horny.”
He chuckles again, his mouth and chest vibrating against me while the moon smiles down on us. “More practice, Begaaaaaaaaaaah…”
I smile and stroke his hard cock again, fisting it in one hand beneath his boxers. “You were saying?”
“D-don’t ss-stop.”
He has nothing to worry about.
His cock is exquisite. Thick and long, hot and silky-smooth, with a wide, blunt tip. “I want to taste you.”
He shoves one side of my leggings down. “I want to be inside you.”
“I’ll rock-paper-scissors you for who’s in charge.”
God, he has the best laugh. It’s like the hills and the river are singing, and it’s making me even wetter.
“No negotiations, Ms. Oh, fuck yes. Begonia. Fuck. No rock p-paper—keep your hands—yes.”
He buries his head in the crook of my neck, his breath coming short and fast, hips jerking, while I tease his length with my hands, pushing his pants out of the way and cradling his testicles too.
“I love how you feel,” I whisper.
He slaps the ground blindly until his hand connects with the picnic basket, and he sends it tumbling, food and all.
I pause. “Hayes?”
“Condom. Inside you. Now.”
I can’t remember the last time I felt so wanted. So needed.
So adored for being me.
Even if it’s not real, I intend to treasure tonight for the rest of my life.
I squirm beneath him. “Let me help.”
“Got it. You. Strip. For me.”
His commanding tone sets my skin on fire and makes my vagina throb. “You like me naked.”
“I need you naked. I’ve needed you naked with me all fucking day.”
I’m wriggling out of my leggings as fast as I can while he rips open a condom, kneeling back on his heels, his eyes trained on me and my desperate yanking.
“I love when you say fuck.” I’m breathless and wheezy. Totally not sexy, but his cock is bobbing in the moonlight as he steadies it and rolls the condom down, and the sight of him makes me so wet that my thighs are slick. “It’s so improper.”
“I intend to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“Yes.” I smell my own arousal as I finally yank my leggings off and reach for him, twisting until we’re both on our sides, facing each other on the plush blanket, his erection nudging my clit and making me moan.
Quiet, Begonia, the neighbors will hear.
No.
No.
I shove the old memories out as Hayes kisses me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth with a ragged groan from the back of his throat.
Is he this eager with everyone?
Or is it me?
Shut up, Begonia.
His fingers slip between my thighs, stroking my wet core and teasing my clit, and then I’m on my back, and that’s not his fingers anymore. “I want you now,” he says against my lips.
I tilt my hips, offering all of me to him, my hands gripping his hair. “Yes.”