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I lift my hand to cup her cheek, and her eyelashes flutter as she leans into my touch.

“Until I heard a sweet voice on the phone one day,” I murmur, stepping closer to her. “This new girl asked how my day was going, and I got to tell her about the fool who set his own sleeping bag on fire, and she laughed so hard she snorted.”

She groans and leans forward until her forehead meets my chest. “Don’t remind me of that.”

“It was the cutest thing I ever heard.” I chuckle, wrapping my arms around her. “And every day since, I’ve been planning on driving up to the center to meet you. But I’ve been so busy, I could barely make it through my tours because I had Morris book me for every damn day of the summer. I didn’t count on you, and you messed me up in the best possible way.”

“I did?” She lifts her head again, and I see the hope shining in her beautiful eyes.

“Yeah.” I stroke a thumb over her cheek. “I told Morris I’d be halving my hours going forward. I’ll do the tours I have booked already, then I’ll adjust until we find the right balance that’ll work for us.”

Lainey goes up on her tiptoes and kisses me. Just like that, a confirmation of everything we’ve been talking about. I freeze—because I want to hear it from her that she understands she’s my equal in every way—but she slides her fingers in my hair and tugs my head down, and my instincts take over.

I slant my head to the side and deepen the kiss, slicking my tongue against hers. She gasps, opening up for me, and rocks her hips into me. I slide my hands to her ass and grip the perfect handfuls, lifting her off her feet. Lainey wraps her legs around me, her core settling over my cock.

I groan, and my wicked girl bites my lower lip, sinking her small teeth into it.

“Fuck, baby.” I put her on the picnic table and loom over her. I need her spread beneath me. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

She tightens her thighs around me to pull me to her. “Please, Bowen.”

My name on her lips is the best thing I’ve ever heard. My only plan going forward will be to hear her moan it every fucking day, multiple times.

I kiss her again, devouring her, reveling in her taste. “So fucking sweet. I’ll never have enough.” I rear up to take in her pink cheeks, her wavy hair, spread around her like a sensual halo. “I want to see you. All of you.”

She bites her lip, her face and neck flushing a darker shade of pink, then grasps the hem of her t-shirt and tugs it up, out of her soft pants, until her sports bra comes into view.

“Godsdamnit.” I cup her full tits and thumb her hard nipples, visible through the stretchy material. “So beautiful. Lainey, baby, can I suck on your tits?”

Her hips rock up at my question. “Yeah,” she breathes. “But start slow. I’m really sensitive there.”

I hum in appreciation. “That’s good to know. I love that you’re telling me what you like. I’ll learn everything about you so I can please you better.”

I tuck my fingers under the elastic and slowly free her tits. They pop out, creamy handfuls topped with dusky-pink nipples, already tight and ready for my mouth.

But I start slow like she asked me, thumbing first one, then the other to gauge Lainey’s reaction. Her soft gasps lead my every move, and when I find the right amount of pressure, she closes her eyes, her head tipped back. My hands look huge on her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. No, her scent tells me this is exactly what she wants.

“Yeah, like that.” She reaches down her body, her fingers inching toward the waistband of her pants. “Bowen, this feels so good.”

I stare down at the woman of my dreams, confident enough to take her pleasure where she needs it. My first thought is to stop her, to be the one to bring her off for our first time together, but this is for her. I’m a man of my word—I’ll learn everything she likes.

“Will you show me how you want it?” I lean forward to capture her mouth in a carnal, dirty kiss, then move lower, kissing the soft skin of her neck. “If I suck your pretty little nipples, will you make yourself come?”

“Yes!”

She slides her hand under the fabric of her leggings, and I know the moment she touches her clit. Her entire body goes taut, straining up. I close my mouth around her nipple at the same time and roll my tongue over it, sucking lightly.

“Bowen!”

“Fuck, I can smell how wet you are, baby.” I switch sides and suck on her other nipple, ravenous. “Put your fingers inside your sweet pussy.”

She cants her hips up and obeys, so perfectly willing to follow my orders. I can’t see what she’s doing, but I read her reaction in her quickened breaths, in the quiet moans working their way from her throat.

“I’m going to have this pussy tonight,” I rasp, too far gone to stop my words from spilling over. I keep working her nipples and reach down with my other hand to unzip my pants and free my cock, rock-hard and straining already. “I’m going to treat you so well, Lainey. I won’t stop until you—fuck—until you come on my cock. Until you take my knot and I fill you up with all my cum.”

“I’m so close,” she pants. “I heard your voice over the phone, Bowen, and I wanted you so much.”

My breath stalls at her admission. But she’s not done talking. Her words rush out of her, a strained, whispered confession.