All Summer Long (Fool's Gold #9)

She knelt next to him and reached for his belt. When it was undone, she went to work on the button at his waistband. He watched her work, eager to feel her hands on his body. Then she shifted direction and pulled off his boots.

“You’re going to have to help a little,” she told him as she started tugging on the hem of his jeans.

Rules were meant to be broken, he told himself as he shoved down his jeans and briefs and kicked them away. Then he lay back on the grass and put his hands behind his head again.

She stared at his erection. “Nice. How does it work? Me being on top. Do I climb on or what?”

“You straddle me and we take it from there.”

He was aware that they were both naked. That her br**sts were well within reach and that he could have his fingers between her legs in a heartbeat. He remembered the taste of her and how she’d given herself to him. His arousal flexed as blood pulsed. Need pushed at the base of his groin.

He wanted her to touch him. To rub and stroke and suck and lick. He wanted the release, but first he wanted to hear her scream in pleasure. He swallowed against the pressure in his throat and knew that if this killed him, it would be a hell of a way to go.

Charlie knelt next to him. “So it’s all up to me?”

“Uh-huh.”

Her blue eyes danced with amusement. “You have to do what I say?”

“You’re letting this go to your head, aren’t you?”

“It’s not my head I’m worried about.”

She leaned in. For a second, he thought she was going to kiss him, but at the last second she changed direction and gave the tip of his c**k a quick swipe with her tongue.

He swore.

She sat back and smiled. “I’m feeling the power.”

“No surprise there.”

“I’m not sure what to do first.”

“You don’t have to do it all at once. I can promise you a repeat performance.”

Her eyebrows rose. “With me on top and in charge?”

“Yup.” As many times as she wanted, he thought as his body began to beg. “Don’t you get it? I want you, Charlie. Isn’t that clear?”

Her gaze slid to his erection. “There’s obvious evidence.”

“Then be a good girl and put both of us out of our misery. We can do it all again later.”

“Sort of like getting a to-go box at a restaurant?”

He gave a strangled laugh. “Sure.”

“I like that.”

This time she did bend over and kiss him. He gave in to the need and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her against him.

Skin on skin felt exactly right, he thought as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She met him, stroking and circling, their lips moving against each other’s.

He moved his hands up and down her back. What he really wanted to do was flip her over and push into her. Again he reminded himself of the rules. That they would serve a purpose and that having Charlie riding him would be worth the wait, not to mention the pain of blood pumping with each heartbeat.

She drew back slightly. “Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s see how this is going to work.”

He reached for the condom and slipped it on. She knelt over him, slightly forward of his groin, and braced herself on her hands and knees. He settled his hands at her waist.

“You’re in control,” he reminded her, staring into her eyes. “You tell me what you want.”

She nodded, her expression both expectant and slightly apprehensive. He guided her back.

They both caught their breath when they connected. The very tip of him nestling against her warm, swollen heat. The need to push, to fill, to pump, screamed in his head. He held on to control with all that he had and waited.

Her blue eyes crinkled with good humor. “You’re a little tense.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Because you want to be inside?”

“I want to be a lot of things.”

She tilted her hips a little, drawing him in maybe an inch. Then she stopped. “How’s that?”

He stroked her cheek. “Do your worst. I’ll be fine.”

The amusement faded and something far more caring took its place. “I do trust you, Clay.”

“I know. You trust me enough to play. It’s a great compliment. It’s killing me, but it’s a great compliment.”

Her gaze locked with his, she reached for his hands and guided them to her br**sts. He went willingly, wanting to feel the smooth, soft skin.

He cupped her in his palms, then used his fingers against her ni**les. He rolled the tight tips, causing her eyes to sink closed and her breath to quicken. In one unstudied movement, she sank back, taking all of him inside.

He froze, not sure if she’d meant to do that, or if she’d scared herself. But this was Charlie. Her sensual nature might have been dormant, but it sure hadn’t been irrevocably damaged. She settled more firmly over him, sending him deeper. He felt her body tighten around him.

She shifted her weight a little, rocking forward so she could move back and forth easily. Her eyes opened and she stared at him.

“I’m ready,” she whispered and began to move.