Holly grinned as she took her time placing a blueberry on the head of Jaxon’s whipped-cream-covered hard-on. This had to be the naughtiest thing she’d done, ever, and not only during sex. That said a lot about how much she’d grown to trust this man. Around him, her barriers simply collapsed.

Was it because he was the sweetest guy she’d ever met? No one else had made this kind of effort for her. Sure, she’d been on incredible dates with other men, but those had been more about what money could buy than the personal attentiveness the guys had put into planning the day.

“There,” she murmured, admiring her handiwork.

“Are you taking a picture of it too?”

She bit her lip? Why not? She was feeling especially raunchy tonight. “You don’t mind?”

“No. It’s for your eyes only, of course.”

She snickered. As if she would even think of telling anyone about it, much less showing it. She lined up a shot, ensuring she got the best angle.

“Wait.” Jaxon placed his hands under his head and gave her a smouldering look.

Oh, my. He really could be a model. She happily snapped away. “Shame about the lighting,” she said, checking the results. “Maybe I’ll take another one of you tomorrow during the day.”

“As long as I’m promised sex, you can take all the pictures you want,” Jaxon said in a sexy tone.

“Uh-huh,” she said distractedly, swiping her fingers on her phone screen to enlarge Jaxon’s face so she could take a closer look at his expression.

“Come here,” Jaxon murmured, pulling her to him.

She fell on his chest and gasped. Her blouse got smeared with whipped cream and fruit.

“Well, well, well.” Jaxon reached for her buttons and swiftly undressed her. “Now you have to take this off.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You did it on purpose.”

“You were taking too long looking at my photo rather than the real thing,” Jaxon said with a pout, divesting her of her bra and tossing it somewhere.

Holly laughed. “Well, then, let me clean you off down here.” She bent down and ate the blueberry, then ran her tongue on his hardness, getting rid of the whipped cream, before paying attention to his whole length.

“Ah, yes,” Jaxon breathed, reaching for her breast and lightly pinching her pebbled nipple.

She stifled a moan, doubling her enthusiasm for the task at hand. She loved doing this for him, especially tonight when he’d done so well with his surprise.

Minutes later, Jaxon sat up. “Enough, babe.”

“Aren’t you enjoying it?” she teased, taking more of him in her mouth while she pumped the base with her hand.

Jaxon made a growling sound. “I don’t want to come yet.”

Okay, she wanted to prolong this as well. She straightened, sending him a sultry smile.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jaxon kissed her lips and pushed her down the picnic blanket.

Instead of taking off her skirt, Jaxon simply bunched it up around her waist. Then he expertly slid her panties down her legs. He looked around, then found the canister of whipped cream.

Holly’s breath hitched, her body responding with a rush of moisture to her core. Jaxon only needed to give one of her legs a nudge for her to spread them wide for him.

“I haven’t had dessert.” Jaxon squirted some cream on her mound.

She gasped at the sensation…and moaned when Jaxon started licking. Leisurely and ever so slowly, he laved her with his tongue, avoiding the part craving his attention. She moved her hips, trying to get his mouth to where she wanted it.

Jaxon looked up, his gaze smouldering even as he smiled cheekily. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

“You’re driving me crazy,” she complained.

“Am I?”

She ran her tongue over her lower lip and fluttered her lashes. Then, with the most erotic tone she could muster, she said, “Honey, please, I need your mouth.”

Jaxon’s jaw slackened, his eyelids drooping. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said, before he focused on her pussy and parted her folds with his fingers.

Oh, she so enjoyed playing a seductress.

She let out a moan as Jaxon let his tongue loose on her clit. She watched him, her pleasure spiralling.

Jaxon snaked a hand up her body and kneaded a breast, his fingers tweaking her nipple.

She clamped her lips together to avoid crying out loud. How much noise could she make without being heard?

When Jaxon lightly sucked on her swollen clit, her hips bucked, her eyes shutting tight. Oh, she was so close.

Then Jaxon stopped. He grabbed his jeans and retrieved a condom.

She’d never seen him put it on so quickly.

He was back with her in no time, smiling while he positioned himself between her legs.

Jaxon entered her, and she gasped loudly, the sensation exquisite as he pushed in deeper, stretching her deliciously. “More,” she cried, grabbing his butt as further encouragement.

Jaxon groaned, increasing the speed of his thrusts and kissing her mouth ravenously.

She kissed him back, wrapping both arms and legs around him as she soared to dizzying heights of ecstasy, her heart thumping madly and her body sizzling everywhere they connected. She was almost mindless with lust and passion, and it still amazed her just how incredible being with him was.

But she wasn’t surprised that she was capable of feeling this much with Jaxon. He made her feel so special, safe, and free—free to be herself without the fear of judgement.

He made her feel…loved.

Emotions exploded within her, just as her body reached the crest. She shuddered as tidal wave after tidal wave of pleasure engulfed her.

“Babe… sweetheart…” Jaxon panted harshly as he drove into her faster still. Then he too cried out, letting out soft groans as he emptied himself inside her.

Wow.

“Picnic blanket done, air mattress next,” Jaxon said as he caught his breath.

“Okay,” she said with a giggle.

She stared at the glittering sky above them and sighed deeply. There were no shooting stars, but she still made a wish—that this relationship would stand the test of time. It would hurt so damned much if it were to end up the way her other relationships had ended.

She wasn’t as afraid as she’d been in the beginning, though. She felt she and Jaxon were building a solid foundation. They were both real with each other, and he didn’t have an agenda other than to be with her.

What could go wrong when everything felt so right?