She dropped to her knees, resting on his shirt.

All humor fled his expression, both thumbs stroking over her cheeks. Carrie Ann eased forward, kissing the sensitive dip of his V. Dropping her forehead, she nuzzled against the scalding heat of stomach. The frantic rush inside her mind began to subside into a sweet, tender, cadence. Sentiments of longing and adoration stole over her in an intense level of affection she’d never been able to find with anyone else.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she murmured, nudging and licking along the silky dark trail leading to heaven.

Gently, she bit at the bulging ridge hidden behind a layer of denim. A guttural groan drifted through the air above her head. The tips of her chilly finger made haste working the button and zipper.

He went perfectly still.

A sultry grin pulled at her lips as her eyes traveled upward over the tense muscles of his abdomen. Summer stared down at her. The color of his eyes softening to a molten gold. His gaze fixed on her mouth.

Freeing his cock from the confines of his jeans, Carrie Ann inhaled the clean, delicious scent. His humid flesh, silky and hard as iron, brushed across her cheek and chin. She caught a sideways glimpse of the puppy sitting on her haunches, watching her every move.

Rising to her feet, she grabbed hold of Aspen, insisting, “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

“Fuck, I wouldn’t dream of it, Red.”

She jogged to the cabin, placing the pup on the porch with strict instruction and a harsh warning. “Stay, girl.”

“You sure you don’t want to go inside. I have a very nice bed.” Hunger fixed in his voice.

Sauntering back to the patch of grass, she wrapped her arms around him. “No,” she hissed beneath their lips, delivering a long, lewd, luscious kiss before dropping to her knees. Her fingers spanned the slope of his hips before curling inside the waistband of his pants, slowly pushing them over his hips and past his thighs.

“I’m not going to be able to hang onto this, Red,” he warned, already riding the ridge of climax.

His fingers tangled in her mane, firmly clasping her head. She skimmed her parted lips over his engorged head. Her head dropped back, their gazes colliding. Playfully, she took the ridge between her teeth before opening her mouth fully, massaging her tongue to the underside of the rigid column.

A hard swallow rolled down his throat.

Compulsorily, he thrust twice into the heat of her mouth, growling with pleasure, before pulling himself free from the suction of her mouth. His flesh glistened in the sunshine.

“It’s okay. I want to taste you, Summer. I have no doubts you’ll take care of me when I’m done.”

A small frown notched between his brows indicted a momentary struggle with the idea of putting himself first. Carrie Ann offered a little encouragement, taking him into her mouth again. His legs shifted, parting slightly. The strain of muscles evident under the pressure of her fingers grasping at his thighs.

Carrie Ann unbuttoned her shirt, tossing it aside without removing her mouth from his cock. She tucked her hands behind her back, but he brushed them aside, leaning over to unclasp her bra, slipping it from her shoulders. Sunshine warmed her back, yet her breasts ached, tightening and contracting to the cool air.

An overwhelming feeling of complete abandon rocked her to the core of her existence. She wanted to please him. She wanted to blow his mind. Carrie Ann purred, “The other day…what was it that you said? How do you want to fuck me? Hmm?”

The double question luring him in. Summer’s thumb caught on her lower lip, sensually sliding the pad over the lush wetness, opening her mouth. “Inside, outside, upside down and fucking sideways.”

She spoke against his skin, licking the underside of his cock. He was a magnificent sight. “What about here?”

His jaw flexed and one brow lifted in astonishment. He tangled his hands roughly in her hair. “I’ve dreamed of fucking the sweet mouth of yours for ten years, Red. Every time I close my eyes, it’s always your face I see.”

Licking her lips, she closed around him, sucking as she took him deep. Once, twice, three times.

“Is this how I look when you think of me?” It was the most brazen thing she’d ever said in her life. The energy running inside her seemed raw and wild. The scene playing out vividly before her very eyes felt very empowering.

Summer’s head tilted to the side, his eyes darkened to the color of whiskey. “When did you start talking like this?”

“Since right now.” Taking him into her mouth, she opened her throat, working the entire length of him. He held her head firmly, only guiding, cogently aware of his strength and size. The scent of him, the taste, the connection…all of it making her drunk with pleasure.

“Good answer.” The words came in rough, strained pants.

Loosening his restraint on her head, his fingers tousled and twisted at her long hair, piling it atop her head to take in the view. His hips jutted forward, again and again, moving in sync with her rhythm. A coarse groan climbed higher, resounding in his chest.

“Red. Carrie Ann, oh fuck yessssss.” His frame stiffened. He threw his head back, shuddering a scrumptious release.

It was hot and sweet and absolutely glorious.

After a moment, a smile tipped the corner of his mouth, sweeping his hands over her, enjoying as much of her as he could reach. “I guess we can check ‘outside’ off the list…almost.”

Yanking his jeans over his hips, he offered a hand, assisting her to her feet. He dropped to his haunches. Summer pulled her close, tongue wandering from breast to breast, as he undid her shorts. Her palms moved languidly over his arms and shoulders, marveling at the power.

“I think I’m a fan of outside. We might have to check it off the list a few times.” Her face flushed and they both smiled.

Summer spun her around. The tickle of his teeth at the center of her back made her giggle. He placed an endless trail of sweet kisses down her spine, inching her shorts over her full hips, and dropping them to the ground. Standing fully naked in broad daylight, she’d never felt more alive.

Taking several delectable nibbles of her ass, he slipped the house keys into her hand. “Red…” His moist breath caused every hair on her body to stand at a fine point. “I’m going to go get your suitcase and gather a few of my things from the plane. By the time I get inside I want you lying on my bed. I plan on making love to you till you can’t see straight.”

“Okay.”

“Will you take my shirt with you?”

“Sure,” she agreed breathily, bending to pick up his shirt.

Trap set.

She found herself ensnared in the firm grip of his hands on her hips. Summer prompted her to bend further. And she did so, gladly. Legs spread at hips width, she was completely exposed to the direct sunlight.

A long sigh, saturated with the sounds of sheer awe, coasted over her bottom. “So beautiful,” he murmured, plunging his tongue between the apex of her thighs.

Hot shots of pleasure rendered her motionless. She surrendered to the marauding, deep and sure. His mouth, all encompassing, fully indulged in her essence. Pressure surged. Carrie Ann dropped her hands to the ground, clasping the tall blades of yellow grass. His mouth glided along the slick of her smooth skin, skillfully drawing her in, plunging and sucking in a precise rhythm. Her hips began to move, involuntarily rocking back and forth with the wicked caress of his tongue.

Reaching beneath her, his talented fingers targeted her throbbing center with infinite accuracy, meticulously skating and circling the damp delicate nub.

Long voluptuous contractions rippled through her core, gathering force with each lazy turn. Her legs shifted and quaked as her climax started to take hold. She cried out, “Summer.”