Then I got my mouth on her again.
I kissed down her stomach, over the soft curve of her belly, feeling the muscles jump under my lips. Sunny’s hands found my shoulders, my hair, the blanket beneath her, restless and sure. When I hooked my fingers into her panties, I looked up.
“Yes,” she said before I could ask again. “Please.”
I slid them down and settled between her thighs.
The first touch of my tongue made her whole body pull tight.
“Flint.”
My name came out low and urgent, and my grip on her thighs firmed. I took my time there too, learning what made her breath break, what made her hips lift, what made her fingers tug hard in my hair.
She wasn’t quiet.
Thank God.
“Yes,” she said. “There. Don’t stop.”
I slid two fingers into her and curled them.
Her heel dug into the blanket. “Oh God, Flint.”
“That,” she said. “Do that again.”
I did.
Sunny came against my mouth with one hand clamped over mine and the other in my hair, rolling through it, thighs shakingunder my arms. I kept my touch steady until she pulled in a breath that sounded like a laugh trying to become a sob.
I lifted my head and kissed the inside of her thigh.
She looked down at me, flushed and wrecked and still somehow ready to argue. “If you look smug right now, I’m pushing you in the creek.”
“I’m not smug.”
“You’re internally smug.”
“Probably.”
“At least you’re honest.”
I crawled back up her body, kissing her hip, her stomach, the valley between her breasts, her mouth. She tasted herself on me and made a soft sound that nearly snapped what was left of my control.
Her hand went to my belt again. This time I helped.
Jeans off. Boots kicked aside. The rest of my clothes gone in a rough pile near hers. The air hit my skin, cool from the water, but Sunny’s hands were warm and curious as they moved over me.
When her fingers wrapped around my cock, my breath jammed in my throat.
Her eyes widened a little. “Well.”
I laughed, strained. “Is that a good well or a bad well?”
“That’s an I’m suddenly very grateful I stretched before hot dogs well.”
I dropped my forehead to her shoulder and laughed into her skin.
Sunny grinned against my temple. “Don’t laugh. I’m managing expectations.”
