“I am relaxed,” she insisted.

“No you’re not. Not even close. You still have that scrunched up pucker between brows.”

“I do not.”

“Yes you do, and you keep taking deep breaths, like you can’t get enough air. You used to do that during finals.”

He was right and they both knew it.

One hand on the steering wheel, Summer twisted in his seat raking a long inspection over her. The look of disappointment noticeable behind his sunglasses. A warm hand closed over her knee. He leaned in, mumbling something to the effect of There’s only one reason you should be out of breath right now. His lips brushed her lobe, gently sinking his teeth into the sensitive spot behind her ear. Giddy tingles traveled up her spine, one vertebrae at a time.

Gripping her around the waist, he maneuvered her out of her seat. She obliged willingly, climbing over the gear shift to straddle his lap. The open air top and doors made for easy access and a comfortable fit. Summer pressed his forehead to hers, kissing the tip of her nose.

“I had this day all planned out, but it looks like I’m going to need to mix things up a little. You’re so worried about tomorrow you’re not enjoying the right now. I think we both deserve some right now time. How do you suppose I should fix this, Red? Hmm?”

The timid grin dancing across her lips, vanished to the sound of a purr as his fingers thread through her hair and gently pulled, leaving her throat fully exposed to his mouth. Her eyes closed and back arched, settling into the terrain of his body. A heady rush of sensation coursed through her veins as his tongue played against the pulse in her neck.

Pressure grew beneath her. The hard imprint of his body brought subtle reminders, tender aches and twinges from the day before as she ground against the thickness.

“This might be a good remedy.” The comment was meant to be sardonic, but her voice was strung tight.

“I know how to make you relax.”

“Yoga?”

He moved with slow precision, removing his sunglasses, then hers.

“Not hardly.”

Summer took her mouth in an insatiable kiss, full of slow exploration. Voracity meshed with seduction, bringing her to a ripened state of pure lust. He worked the lightweight jacket from her shoulders, while she made haste ridding him of his shirt.

Locking his hands around her wrists, Summer prompting her to take hold of the roll bar. His gaze was severe, brow raised as a warning, encouraging her not to move. Ryan Summer had always been a fan of her curves. He practically worshiped her breasts, treating them as if they were his favorite meal—almost. Definitely courses one, two, and three out of seven. In one swift pinch of his fingers, he unclasped her bra.

All of her senses turned acute as he began to undress her, removing the straps, one arm at a time. Goosebumps skittered down her arms following the languid trace of his fingertips. A cool mountain breeze rustled through the pines deepening the chill over her body. The tips of her breasts ached, heightening the tingling sensations.

A tiny flutter of coyness fluttered inside tempting her to release the roll bar and lower her arms. Her chest lifted with each labored breathe. The air sizzled with exhilaration, sparking an uninhibited sensual power over a very powerful man. At that moment, she’d never felt more beautiful.

His eyes glazed over. “Carrie Ann?”

“Yes?” She purred confidently.

“Don’t take this the wrong way…” She watched him force a hard swallow down his throat. “but your boobs…are the most beautiful boobs I’ve ever laid hands on. They’re flawless and lovely and plump.”

A scowl laced its way across her face running a quick estimation of how many woman he’d slept with. The tally came to an abrupt halt when he growled playfully, nuzzling his nose between the pale mounds. An arrogant grin blazed in his eyes as his tongue drifted over the constricting flesh in a soothing circle. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, working it, until a low moan rose from her throat.

Releasing the bar with one hand, she reached for his waist. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but…”

“I already know.” He grasped her wrists. “I’m the best lover you’ve had. And Mr. Fucking Perfect comes in second. I’m not offended.”

Cocky. Mother. Fucker.

Blush flooded her cheeks. She squirmed, settling lower, straddling his narrow fit hips. Pressure stiffening beneath her.

“Carrie Ann, you’re the best lover I’ve had. No bullshit. And we’re not keeping score. I meant it as a compliment and we’re not going to talk about it because it’s bound to start an argument. We’re both jealous fiends. Now…” He fastened her hands to the roll bar. “Don’t move.”

Summer’s long fingers plunged beneath the spandex waistline of her shorts, reaching beyond the curve of her hips, collecting an extensive portion of her ass in his firm grip. Lifting his back from the seat, he bought his face inches from hers. Nose to nose. A ring of russet brown surrounded the glow of amber igniting in the reflection in his eyes as he reached a bit further, dipping beneath her cheeks.

She gulped down her insecurities. And just like that the mathematics of past lovers was tabled, relegated to the back burner.

“Now, you begged me—begged, Red—to pull the plane over so you could climb onto my lap and ride me. Apparently, this used to be your favorite position. I had no idea.” He released her ass and eased his seat back to the horizontal position. With little effort, he maneuvered her legs between his thighs and shimmied her shorts past her ankles. Instinctively, she kicked out of her shoes. “Do you know why I had no idea?”

She shook her head in reply. Carrie Ann could barely hear him over her own heavy breathing and blood rushing through her eardrums.

“Because you never told me.”

“It’s only one of my favorites,” she simmered, pressing her lips together, hiding a timid grin.

“I don’t think a spiked cocktail should be the factor of why you become so…passionately instructive. We’re old enough to know what we want.” He paused. “Right at this very moment, I want to tease you until you make that sound, that little groan that drives me fucking wild. But I’m more interested in hearing what you’d like.”

A flush of embarrassment painted her cheeks. Delicious visions danced through her mind. The man had a gift, an erotic intuition, of knowing exactly how to treat her. The slightest touch of his hand could make her smile, moan, or damn near explode. Summer had been her world for two years. She’d always been up for anything and it took zero coaxing.

Her breathing quickened, but any words of direction or encouragement lodged in her throat.

He refused to relinquish his stare, patiently waiting for her to confess some sort of untold fantasy she’d kept hidden. Using her toes, she peeled the white cotton socks from her feet. His leg muscles flexed beneath her as he did the same. Summer’s shorts soon followed, forgotten to the floorboard of the Jeep. Using the roll bar for leverage, she returned her legs to each side of the driver seat.

“I hate to disappoint you, but to be honest, one of the things I’ve missed about…us…is the fact that I feel like you read my mind. It’s quite the turn on,” she murmured coyly. Her bottom lip managed to slip seductively between her teeth. “I’m more of a shower than a teller. Can’t we leave the talking to you?”

Spreading her thighs wide, she pressed down against the stiff column jutting beneath her. Hands clasped to the bar, her head dropped back, rolling in sync with the rotation of her hips.

She heard the faint pleasurable sound of his breath hitch.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

“That’s a fuck yes,” he hissed.

Summer grasped her around the small of her waist, gripping her ribcage. The flat of his hands squeezed tenderly, spreading the warmth, roaming over her nude body. Every touch engulfed her senses. Each point of connection between his heated skin and her cool flesh, delivered a tingle to her most intimate nerve endings.