One fucking time.
“I think we can make our own rules. Nothing could ever happen between us that would change how I feel about you.” I tucked the hair behind her ear. “I know you want to feel something, and I want to be the lucky man who gets to do that for you.”
She nodded. “And if I’m terrible at this, you have to tell me what to do differently, right? Promise me that you’ll be honest with me.”
I hated that this fucker had gotten in her head. Hated that anyone had ever made her feel like she was anything less than perfect.
Because to me—Gracie Reynolds was perfection.
I looked up into her dark gaze before reaching for her hand and placing it over my erection. “You haven’t even touched me and look what you do to me.”
Her eyes widened as her tongue slipped out and dragged along her bottom lip. She stroked me over my swim shorts a few times, and I groaned.
“So we’re doing this?” she asked.
“Yes. No sex. One time. And nothing changes between us.”
“Thank you, Bear. This is going to make me feel more confident moving forward. I mean, as long as it all works.” A nervous laugh escaped her pretty little mouth.
Thank you?
Was she fucking serious?
I was ready to lose it, and I hadn’t even touched her.
Tasted her.
I’d been with my fair share of women over the years, but I’d never had a desire to touch someone the way I did right here. Right now.
“Lean back,” I said as I pushed to my feet.
“Wh—” Her eyes were as wide as saucers. “What?”
“We’re doing this.”
“Here? On the boat?”
“Can you think of a better place?” I said, my voice gruff, as I dropped down on my knees.
“What if someone sees us?”
“No one is out here. It’s you and me. And if I get to do this one time, I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute. The sun is just leaving for the day, there’s a breeze moving around us, and we’rehidden in a cove on the most beautiful lake. Top that off with you coming on my lips—it doesn’t get any better.”
“Holy shit,” she whispered under her breath. “We’re really doing this.”
She started to unbutton her jean shorts, and I wrapped my hand around her wrists. “Uh-uh. You wanted me to teach you, so your first instruction is to sit back and relax. I want to take these shorts off of you, and then peel your bikini bottoms down and see how wet you are for me.”
Her breaths were suddenly coming faster.
She wanted to feel good. Wanted to experience real passion.
And I was going to do that for her.
I wanted that for her.
Hell, to be honest, I wanted it for myself.
I wanted to give Gracie pleasure.
