Threading my fingers into his hair, I let go of worry, guilt, and fear. I focus on his face, cradling his head in my hands as he drags the top of my dress down, baring my breasts.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my chest, just over my heart.
It skips a beat as my nipples bead even tighter, tingling in the cool air. “I’ve missed this,” I whisper. “You and me like this. So much.”
“So much,” he echoes, trailing kisses across the tops of my breasts, making my breath come faster. And then his lips find my nipple, brushing gently back and forth across the sensitized skin, making me moan.
“More, please,” I beg. “More.”
His tongue flicks out, making me gasp. And then he sucks my nipple deep into his mouth, sending electricity sizzling over every inch of my skin, banishing thoughts of anything but him.
There’s nothing but his mouth, his hands, and his hard-on pulsing against me through his jeans.
“Clothes off,” I pant as I fumble for the hem of his shirt. “I want you naked. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, his voice husky. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”
He pulls back, stripping off his white undershirt in one smooth motion, revealing the magnificence of his chest.
My breath catches in appreciation. He’s even sexier up close than he was at the auction—all muscle and golden skin and a dusting of light brown hair that leads my gaze from his rounded pecs, down his flat stomach, to the narrow trail disappearing into his jeans.
His jeans…which need to join his shirt on the floor.
Right. Now.
Taking matters into my own hands, I reach for the button at the top, popping it open before drawing his zipper down. His cock instantly presses against the opening I’ve made, straining the fabric of his black boxer briefs.
“Off. All off.” I curl my fingers around the top of his boxers and tug them down over his hips, freeing the long, lovely length of him.
Damn, he’s gorgeous.
So insanely sexy, exactly like I remember.
“You talk like a cavewoman when you want me,” he rumbles as he watches me drag the fabric lower on his thighs. “I love that. Love that you want me so much it takes all your words away.”
“Less talk. More naked,” I breathe, making him laugh as he shifts to one side, quickly disposing of his jeans and boxers and adding them to the pile of clothing on the tree house floor.
When he’s finally naked, kneeling in front of me, I let myself stare for a moment, drinking in the sight of him. “You are… Wow.”
“Same to you,” he says, his gaze raking up and down my bare skin, intensifying the ache between my legs. “I want to devour every inch of you.”
“Not if I devour you first,” I say, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his cock. He’s so hot and so soft that I can’t resist the urge to brush my lips back and forth across the tip of him, teasing his velvety flesh the way he teased my nipple.
He groans my name, resting one big hand gently at the back of my neck as I swirl and taste and then finally, suck him into my mouth. And God, he tastes exactly the same, like rain and summer grass and sweet, sexy discoveries. Jake was my first everything and as I draw him in, suckling at his shaft until he’s ever harder, hotter, I dare to hope that he’ll be my last.
I don’t want anything but this. But him.
But sex as natural as breathing and as intense as every rollercoaster I’ve ever ridden all put together.
“Wait,” he gasps. “Wait.” Fingers in my hair, he pulls my mouth away from his cock.
“I’m not done yet,” I protest, but he’s already pushing me back, one hand teasing my nipple again as he urges my thighs apart with his knee.
“I can’t wait.” His voice is tight, urgent, and sexy as hell. “I need to be inside you, Naomi. I need you so fucking much. I want you wet and hot and all around me.”
“Yes.” I sigh, wrapping my legs around his waist, welcoming him in.
The head of his cock presses against my entrance. I’m so slick, so ready, but there’s still a hint of resistance as he shifts forward.
He’s thick and it’s a tight fit, but then…finally…he pushes through.
God, he’s through, he’s inside me, shoving deep, filling every aching inch.
I cry out, digging my fingers into his strong shoulders as my body stretches to accommodate him.
It’s been nearly a year since I’ve been with anyone, and many, many years since I’ve been with Jake, but it’s as if the memory of how to adjust to him is programmed into my DNA. I shift my hips and lift my knees and instantly there’s not a hint of pain, only pleasure.