“Sometimes. If I have a bad game or occasionally pregame, I’ll come out here with my fishing pole and think about what went wrong or how I want to approach a game plan. It’s so quiet with nothing to distract me, it helps my mind-set.”
She stared out over the water, then nodded. “I can see that. It’s a good meditation spot.”
He’d always considered it a good fishing spot, but he understood what she meant. “Yeah.”
“What’s in the shack?” she asked.
“Fridge, sink, a small bathroom, and a bed. Not much, really. I’ve thought about tearing it down and building something bigger, like a guesthouse kind of thing.”
“Can I see it?”
“Sure.”
Since the property was well fenced, he never locked the door. He turned the knob and opened the door, waiting for Katrina to walk in before he closed the door and turned on the small light in there.
“This is interesting,” she said, moving into the very small sitting area that only had space for a couple of chairs.
Immediately past that was what one would generously call a kitchen, with a mini fridge and a sink. No stove, though.
“There’s a bathroom through that door on the right. Just a toilet and sink. No shower. And the bed tucked into this room.”
She peeked into the room and saw the twin bed. “Yes, you definitely need to tear this down and build a guest cottage. You need more space and a full kitchen.”
He could already see her mind whirling with ideas. “I assume you’ll drag Anya out here tomorrow with her tablet, and the two of you will sketch out some ideas?”
She was still looking around. “Maybe.”
He put an arm around her shoulders. “Good. I could use a few ideas, and so far the ones you’ve come up with have been great. Have at it.”
She turned in his arms, then laid her beer next to the sink. “I have a few ideas.”
He set his can beside hers and grasped her hips, enjoying the feel of her. “I’d like to hear those ideas.”
“Well, it involves getting naked. Or semi-naked. I feel like we were just warming up before the ball game tonight and we didn’t get to finish what we started. Being in such a hurry and all.”
Just the sound of her voice could get him riled up, hard, aching and ready in an instant. “Oh, I can definitely finish what we started. Right here and right now.”
He left her only long enough to turn off the light, shielding them in darkness. Not that anyone knew where this place was besides him, but he wanted the privacy.
Because she was wearing those pants, and he wanted her out of them.
“Shoes off.”
She toed out of her tennis shoes, and he grasped her pants, peeling them over her hips and down her legs. He tossed them in the chair. Her underwear went next, leaving her naked from the waist down.
There was just enough light in the room to see her, to see how beautiful she was. He kneeled, grasping her ankles and letting his hands roam up her legs, shouldering between them to spread her thighs.
She was leaning against the small counter, so she had balance when he put his mouth on her sex.
He heard her breathe in sharply when he flicked out his tongue over her clit. He drew his tongue down, taking a slow, long taste of her. She was salty honey, pouring over his lips and tongue as he laved her sex until he felt her tremble.
He grew harder, and palmed his cock as he licked her over and over, listening to her breathing and her moans as he took her right to the edge.
“Yes, right there,” she said. “That’s going to make me come.”
He moved his mouth over her clit and sucked, feeling her entire body shudder as she came. He grasped her butt and pulled her closer, licking her all over as she came down from her climax.
That’s what he’d wanted, that climb of pleasure for her. Making her come. Taking her there never failed to rock his goddamned world. And now he was filled with the scent of her, the taste of her lingering on his lips. He was hard as hell and aching to fuck her.
She was breathing heavily as he kissed her hip bone, then stood. He grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, then nuzzled her breasts, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. She was lax, her head resting against his shoulder as he removed her bra and tossed it in the pile.
When she lifted her head, she cupped the nape of his neck and pulled him toward her for a kiss. He was full, his balls heavy with come. He dove into the kiss, groaning against her lips as her tongue slid against his.
“Mmm,” she said as she laid her forehead against his. “The things I’m learning about you.”
“Yeah? What kinds of things?”
She brushed her index finger against his bottom lip. “You have a very talented mouth.”
He smiled. “Glad you enjoyed that.”
She took a deep breath and sighed. “Very much. Now how about you go sit on that tiny little bed in there? Oh, and take off your clothes.”