Her grin came slow. “I’m choosing to receive that as praise.”
“It was praise.”
“Careful, Sparks. A woman could get used to this.”
I rolled her under me, laughing against her mouth. “You already used that line.”
“It was good the first time.”
“It was dangerous the first time.”
“And now?”
I reached for the towel and tucked it under her hips, giving her more cushion on the blanket. “Now I need inside you.”
Her humor softened, but her legs opened around me. “Yes.”
I lined myself up and paused.
Sunny wrapped her legs around my hips. “Still yes.”
I pushed in slowly.
Her breath left her. Mine went with it.
No condom. No distance. Just the tight heat of her taking me inch by inch, her nails pressing into my shoulders, her eyes locked on mine. I stopped halfway, shaking with the effort to hold back.
Sunny kissed me. “I can take you.”
My arms trembled over her.
“I know,” I said, voice rough. “I’m giving you time.”
“I’ll tell you if I need it.”
“I believe you.”
Her hands slid down my back. “Then move.”
I did, slow at first, then deeper when she lifted into me and made that hungry little sound again. The blanket shifted under us. The creek ran cold beside us. Her skin warmed mine everywhere we touched.
Sunny met me with every stroke.
She didn’t wait for me to set the whole pace. Her hips rose to mine, her hands pulled, her mouth found my jaw, my neck, my shoulder. She laughed once when the blanket bunched beneath her and then bit off the sound when I changed the angle.
“There,” she whispered. “Right there.”
I braced one forearm beside her head and slid my other hand between us, finding the place that made her grip turn sharp.
Her eyes flew open. “Flint.”
“I’ve got you.”
“You keep saying that like you’re not the one making me lose my mind.”
“I like watching you lose it.”
Her smile flashed, dazed and wicked. “Then don’t stop.”
