I ran my palm up her side, over warm skin and the soft rise of her breast. Sunny’s head tipped back when my thumb found her nipple. Her hands dug into my shoulders, and the sound she made went straight through me, rough and sweet and impossible to mistake for anything but yes.
I kissed her throat, then lower, tasting salt, sugar, and summer heat on her skin. She arched into my mouth, one hand sliding into my hair as if she could pull me closer than close.
“Flint,” she breathed.
“I’ve got you.”
“I know. That’s the problem.”
I lifted my head. “Problem?”
“You’re good at it.” Her fingers tightened in my hair. “Being careful while you make me want to do very careless things.”
My fingers tightened against the blanket.
I eased her down onto the blanket. “Nothing careless.”
“No?”
“No. Just not cautious.”
Her smile went wicked. “There’s the man who owns emergency sand and still brought me to a creek.”
I kissed that smile until it melted under me.
Sunny opened for me with no hesitation, hands on my back, legs bracketing my hips as I settled over her. The creek ran beside us, cold over stone, while her skin warmed under my hands. I took my time because she deserved that and because I needed to prove to both of us that wanting her didn’t mean rushing her.
She made that hard.
Her fingers went to my belt. “You’re overdressed.”
“I’m working on it.”
“You’re working slowly.”
“You complained about my patience ten minutes ago.”
“I’ve evolved.”
I caught her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, right where the fudge had been. “Bossy.”
“Accurate.”
I unbuttoned her shorts instead.
Sunny’s breath caught, but her hips lifted to help. I slid the denim down her legs and tossed it near her top. She lay back on my blanket in red panties and nothing else, hair spread wild, cheeks flushed, eyes bright enough to burn.
Red lace, copper hair, freckles, chin lifted. Sunny, from every stubborn inch.
I put my hand on her thigh. “Anyone ever makes cute sound like less, send them up here.”
Her lips parted.
I ran my thumb along the edge of her panties. “It looks dangerous on you.”
Sunny laughed once, shaky and warm. “That may be the hottest fire-safety-adjacent thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“That’s good.”
