But the way she’s looking at me now with her misty blue eyes so full of wonder and need, I don’t think so. I’m going to do my damnedest to make sure leaving is the last thing she wants.
“Say you’re mine,” I prompt.
“I’m yours.”
I lift her up my shaft and hold her steady. She wriggles and whimpers, clutching me as she attempts to shove her way down, but I won’t relent. Not yet. “Again.”
“I’m yours, Rand. All yours.”
The delicious whine in her voice makes me crave her even more. With a lift of my hips, I push her back down, working myself even deeper.
Her head falls back, and the last remnants of the sunset make her body gleam golden. Jesus, she’s like every fantasy I’ve ever had, her gasp dripping pleasure, her lush breasts bobbing, her pussy gripping me so tight. But it’s her eyes that slay me. I see all of her, even the feelings she tries to hide.
The connection we have isn’t one-sided.
My heart kicks into high gear. “I’m falling for you.”
“I’m falling, too.”
“Perfect.” We can fall together.
The thought zips through my brain, chased by a need to kiss her. I slant my lips over hers. She opens to me without barriers or hesitation. I dive deep, taking possession of her mouth, just as I’m doing to her body. She falls against me, clings to me, melts into me.
And I’m lost to her.
If I had a bed, I’d lay her out, scoop her in my arms, and heap pleasure on her all night. In fact, I probably will—later. Right now, I’m all in with Sophie, stroke after stroke after stroke, lifting her up my shaft, then pulling her back down onto me as I rise up to meet her.
Behind us, the holiday fireworks begin, bursting big and bright over the lake. Faint oohs and aahs murmur from people nearby. I’m too focused to care about anything except Sophie.
I brace my hand on her hip and settle my thumb over her clit, teasing without mercy. It isn’t long before she tightens and cries out, whimpering into my kiss.
I take her tongue, penetrate her body, and tell her without words that, before I release her, I intend to own her heart.
Sophie puts up no resistance. Instead, she welcomes me deeper. Every inch of me she takes, I give her more. There’s no way I’m relinquishing her, even after I catch this predator hunting her.
Behind Sophie, the fireworks burst again, vivid and dazzling, an explosion of colors. Desire surges. Above me she tenses. Her breaths stutter. Her cunt tightens.
“You there, honey?”
“Yes,” she pants, head bobbing. “Yes.”
Thank freaking god. “Good girl. Come when you’re ready.”
Frantically, she nods, her breaths turning even choppier as her skin takes on a rosy tint visible under the stark white light of the latest firework. That sexy red mouth of hers widens into the shape of an O as she drags in a shuddering breath and her body squeezes my cock mercilessly. Then her head falls back as another colorful explosion brightens the sky, and she screams.
Her quaking orgasm destroys the last of my self-control. I bury my face in her neck, latching on to the tender skin there, and groan through the most destructive yet dazzling ecstasy I’ve ever felt in my life.
When it’s over, I can barely breathe. Thinking is a hard no. I feel flattened.
What the fuck was that?
I don’t know…but I’m happy as hell.
My body stops pulsing, but I still need to hold her close. “Sophie?”
“I think I love you,” she admits between audible breaths.
She’s not kidding—and that’s more than all right with me.
“I think I love you, too.”
A big smile stretches across her face. “So…are the fireworks over?”
The ones celebrating the holiday might be. Ours? Not so much. “Why?”
“I want to go back to the cottage and do that again.”
Fuck. She’s perfect for me. “Same. Let’s go.”
I lift her off my lap and set her on wobbly feet. It takes a few moments to locate her clothes, but we finally put them on for the short trek to the cottage. I’d love to keep her naked…but we’ve already taken more risk with her safety and public image than we should. Besides, this will give me the opportunity to undress her all over again.
Once I’ve got my zipper up and the rest of my gear back in place, I take her hand and lead her toward the cottage. “Happy?”
She grins at me. “Very. But how did you just happen to have condoms?”
“I made an educated guess. When I texted Hal that we’d arrived to pick up the groceries, I asked him to bring a bottle of wine and a box of condoms, too.”
“They were in that bag?”
“Yep.”
“Sitting right between us?”
She looks so adorably shocked that I have to laugh. “Yep.”
“No wonder he wished you good luck.” Then she gives a good-natured shake of her head.