"Only twice?" I challenged, breathless.
His grin was wicked. "We'll see how ambitious you're feeling."
He unhooked my bra, sliding the straps down my arms and tossing it aside. The November air hit my bare skin, making my nipples tighten immediately. Easton's eyes darkened as he looked at me.
"Christ, Sadie." His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. "I've thought about these constantly. The way you looked at Sassy's when I first saw you. The way you responded when I touched you."
"I didn't know it was you," I breathed.
"But your body did." He leaned forward, his mouth hovering just above my right nipple. "Didn't it? Your body knew exactly who was touching you."
Before I could answer, his mouth closed over my nipple, hot and wet, his tongue circling before he sucked hard. I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, holding him against me.
"Easton…!"
He switched to the other breast, his teeth grazing the peak before soothing it with his tongue. The dual sensations of sharp and sweet made me writhe in his lap. I could feel him hard beneath me, straining against his jeans, and I rolled my hips deliberately.
"Fuck," he groaned against my skin. "You're killing me."
"Good." I reached for the hem of his shirt. "Then we're even. Take this off."
He obliged, pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. I'd seen him shirtless before, but this was different. This was mine to touch, to explore, to claim.
I ran my hands over his chest, tracing the hard planes of muscle. My fingers found his nipples, and when I circled them the way he'd done to me, his breath hitched.
"Sadie—"
"My turn," I said, leaning forward to press my lips to his collarbone. I traced kisses down his chest, my tongue darting out to taste his skin. Salt and man and Easton. When I sucked his nipple into my mouth, his hips bucked beneath me.
"Okay," he said, voice strained. "Point made."
"Am I killing you yet?"
"Getting there." His hands moved to the button of my jeans. "But I need these off. Now."
I lifted enough for him to work my jeans down my hips, taking my panties with them. The cool air hit my overheated skin as he stripped me completely, leaving me naked in his lap with only the blanket beneath us and the stars above.
"Look at you," he breathed, his hands running up my thighs, spreading them wider. "Naked under the stars. Wet for me. Fucking perfect."
His fingers traced through my folds, and I was embarrassingly wet. He groaned as he explored, circling my clit without quite touching it, dipping just barely inside me before pulling back.
"Easton, please…"
"Tell me what you want." His voice held an edge of command. "Use your words."
"Touch me. Inside. I need…" I couldn't finish, my hips rocking against his hand.
"You need what?" He slid one finger inside me, just to the first knuckle, making me whimper. "This?"
"More."
He added a second finger, sliding deeper this time, and I clenched around him. "Like this?"
"Yes, God, yes."
He established a slow rhythm with thorough thrusts that had me gasping. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles at a snail’s pace that made pleasure coil tighter with each pass.
"You're so tight," he said, watching my face as I moved against his hand. "So wet. Were you thinking about this today? About me touching you?"
