Leah Mae smiled at me from the passenger’s seat of my truck. It was a tired, lazy smile—drenched in sunshine and lake water. Her shirt draped off her shoulder, showing the thin strap of her bikini, and her insanely long legs were crossed at the ankles. I couldn’t stop looking at her, taking in her sun-kissed skin, her full lips. I wanted to nibble on that soft spot where her neck and shoulder met. Feel her nipples harden against my palms.

We’d spent the day half-naked and wet, and I’d enjoyed every minute. My biggest struggle had been hiding my constant hard-on when my sister was looking.

Not that Scarlett hid anything from her brothers. We had to deal with her making out with Devlin in front of us. The guy was damn lucky we liked him. Of course, that didn’t stop us from chucking him off the rusty reef a few times for good measure. King of the mountain wasn’t just a game. It was a reminder.

I parked in front of Leah Mae’s cabin and got out to walk her to the door. We paused on the porch.

“I had so much fun today,” she said, those beautiful green eyes sparkling at me.

“So did I.”

Although I wasn’t always good at making the first move, there was so much pent up energy inside me, I couldn’t help myself. I slipped a hand around her waist and drew her tight against me—didn’t bother to shift so she wouldn’t feel my erection. I let it press up against her, solid and wanting.

A breathy moan escaped her lips as I kissed her. She turned the doorknob and opened it, dragging me inside with her. If that wasn’t an invitation, I didn’t know what was.

I kicked the door shut and pushed her up against it, my mouth capturing hers. Her hands slid up my chest, around my neck, and into my hair. I kissed her differently this time—like this was just an appetizer. Like neither of us meant for tonight to stop at kissing. I sucked on her lower lip and licked into her mouth—wet and a little sloppy. But I’d been wanting this all damn day.

Kissing down her neck, I found the hollow at the base of her throat. I lapped my tongue against her sweet skin while she tilted her head to the side and moaned. My hand slid beneath her shirt, seeking more skin, more contact.

There was a time for fucking up against a door, but our first time wasn’t it. I wanted to do this right. I backed us up, my mouth still lavishing wet kisses on her neck, until we half-stumbled into the bedroom.

I pulled up her shirt, slipping it over her head. The strings of her bikini tied at the nape of her neck, so I tugged on the ends to let the bow unravel. Silky pink and blue fabric fell away, revealing her firm, round tits.

My hands trembled a little, the realization that I was getting Leah Mae Larkin naked washing over me. Reaching around her back, I pulled the other bikini string and let it drop to the floor.

My cock ached to be inside her, but there would never be another first time. I held myself in check and focused on her. On worshiping her lithe body. I brushed my thumb across her nipple and traced a gentle circle, devouring her breathy gasps. Kissed my way down her neck, past her collarbone. Cupping her breast, I lapped my tongue against her hard peak. She tilted her head back, her hair falling around her shoulders, and a soft shudder ran through her body.

I pushed her onto the bed, even though I was still dressed, and I hadn’t taken her bikini bottoms off. There was already so much to explore. I lay on my side next to her and palmed one breast while I slowly licked the other. She shuddered again as I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked—gently at first, then harder. Squeezing one of her tits, I sucked on the other, feeling her body respond to the rhythm. She moved her hips, shifting her body closer to rub against me.

Sliding my hand lower, I kissed her mouth again while I hooked my thumb beneath her bikini bottoms. She helped slip them off, then pulled my shirt up. I broke our kiss just long enough to get my shirt over my head. Her hands caressed my chest, and I trailed my fingers down past her belly button to the apex of her thighs.

“Yes?” I asked, my hand hesitating.

She tilted her legs open, inviting my touch, and whispered, “Yes.”

I slid my fingers between her legs, nearly trembling at the feel of her silky soft skin. Looking down the length of her languid body, I wanted to pinch myself. Was I really here, with Leah Mae? With her naked body laid out for me, her lips whispering the yes I’d been dying to hear?

If this was a dream, I didn’t want it to end.

“Mm, so wet,” I said, tracing along her slit and dipping my fingertips inside her.

“I’ve been wet for you all day,” she said.

Just that hint of dirty talk from her sent a rush of heat through my veins. I explored her gently, taking in every shiver and gasp. Rhythmic pressure on her clit had her hips moving, soft moans escaping her lips.

Making her feel good was pleasantly addictive. I drew it out, caressing her, feeling for what she liked. Giving her more. I slid two fingers inside the soft, wet folds of her pussy, and she grabbed onto me, arching her back.

“Oh my god, Jameson.”

I curled my fingers to stimulate the tender spot just inside while I clamped my mouth on her nipple. She bucked against my hand, breathing hard, gasping out her pleasure.

“How are you… oh god…”

“What do you want, baby?”

“I want you inside me,” she breathed. “Please, Jameson. I want you to fuck me.”

I growled, letting my teeth graze the hollow at the base of her throat, my cock throbbing. “Say it again.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, her voice a whimper.

Her pussy was hot and tight around my fingers. God almighty, that was going to feel good wrapped around my dick. I slid my fingers out and brought them to my mouth. Sucked her taste off them with a low groan.

I fumbled for the condom in my wallet, then took off my shorts, kicking them onto the floor. Leah Mae’s hand traced down my abs, her fingers lingering in the trail of hair below my belly button. She met my eyes, bit her bottom lip, and wrapped her hand around my cock.

Her touch froze me. Until that moment, I’d been in complete control, slowly building the intensity. Making her tremble and moan, and enjoying every second. Now, I was putty in her hands, my brain completely short-circuiting. Sucking Leah Mae’s tits and sliding my fingers in her pussy hadn’t broken me, but her hand on my dick sure had.

I was done for.

She nudged me so I was on my back, the unopened condom still dangling from my fingers. Pumped her hand up and down my swollen cock a few times. Slow, deliberate strokes that had me paralyzed.

Swiping her thumb across the beads of moisture leaking out, she rubbed the sensitive tip. I watched, fascinated. Her hand stroking my cock looked as good as it felt. The pressure building in my groin was nearly painful, but it was an exquisite ache.

She leaned closer, her tits brushing against my chest, and brought her mouth to mine. I tangled my hands in her hair and kissed her deeply while she squeezed my cock.

“Jesus, Leah Mae,” I said when she pulled away. “I need to be inside you.”

Plucking the condom from where it had fallen onto the sheets, Leah Mae ripped it open and unrolled it onto my thick erection. I was hard as steel for her, dying to be inside that wet pussy. To feel her body melding with mine.

I started to roll her to her back, but she stopped me with a hand on my chest. She climbed on top of me, straddling my legs, her wet entrance just below the base of my dick. I rubbed her thighs, taking her in.

“You are so damn beautiful,” I said.

She nibbled her lip and smiled, lifting up while I held my cock at the base, positioning it at her entrance. Our eyes locked and she slowly slid down, my dick moving easily through her wetness. It felt so good, I could barely breathe.

“Come here.” I pulled her down so I could kiss her. Wrapped my hand around the back of her head and lost myself in the feel of her. She was overwhelming, permeating all my defenses. Her skin, soft and supple. Her tongue, warm and desperate. And that pussy. God, that hot pussy clenching around me. It was all I could do to keep from coming in her after the first stroke.

I’d never felt anything like this.

She rolled her hips to slide up and down my cock, moaning into my mouth. We weren’t graceful or delicate. We were messy and raw, sucking and biting and kissing. I held her hips and thrust myself deeper, grunting low, and her tangled hair spilled around me.

I needed to fuck her harder. She’d awoken a deep, carnal need. A drive I couldn’t contain. I rolled us over and braced myself on top of her. Thrust in hard, sheathing my cock to the hilt.

“Jameson.” Her voice was breathy and full of desire.

“God, Leah Mae, you feel so good.”

I pumped my hips, driving into her. She clung to me—dug her fingers into my back. Our bodies moved together, faster. Harder. Her nipples dragged against my chest and her breath was hot on my neck. I wanted to devour her—lick and suck every inch. Make her come so hard she’d never forget this moment. I knew I wouldn’t.

Her pussy clenched and I could feel her heat build. Pink crept across her cheeks, down her neck, flushing her perfect tits. I was captivated by the way she felt, the way she smelled. The way her skin tasted. The pressure in my groin grew—heat and tension and bliss all rushing to break free from my throbbing cock. Waiting to unleash inside her.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and bucked her hips harder against me, letting out breathy moans with each of my thrusts. Even though it was our first time, I already knew her body. I could feel her getting close, on the brink of climax.

“You ready, baby?” I wasn’t finishing without her.

“Yes,” she said. “Don’t stop, Jameson. Don’t stop.”

God, I loved hearing her say my name. I loved every bit of this. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The want, the desire. It was so much more than physical. Emotion unfurled inside my chest, an openness that made my head spin. I wanted to be real with her. To let her see me—feel me.

I grabbed her ass with one hand and slammed into her harder. My dick throbbed, my balls drawing up tight. I was riding the edge, ready to burst.

One more thrust and I felt her come apart. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth dropped open, and her pussy clenched so tight I lost my fucking mind.

The orgasm rolled through my body, a mind-numbing blast that made my back stiffen and all the tension in my groin release. Hot waves of pleasure left me reeling. I thrust my hips, coming in her so hard I couldn’t see. All I could do was feel.

It left me gasping, my body slick with sweat. Slowly, I opened my eyes and blinked at her. It was hard to think. I looked down at her brilliant green eyes and flushed cheeks and couldn’t do anything but grin.

Her tongue slid across her lips, so I leaned in to kiss them softly while my brain started to function again. I kissed her nose, then got up to deal with the condom before getting back into bed with her.

I gathered her in my arms, her soft body curled against mine, her head resting on my chest. Kissed her forehead and stroked her shoulder with my thumb. We lay there for a while, silent. I wasn’t sure how she felt, but I was too overcome to speak. She’d cracked me wide open, and I didn’t think I’d ever recover.

Didn’t think I wanted to.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, breaking the silence.

I looked down at her and tipped her chin up. Met her eyes. “I’m so much more than okay. You?”

Her lips turned up in a smile. “Yeah, me too.”

It hit me then. I was falling in love with this girl. I’d always loved her in a way. But this was bigger than a little boy who loved his friend. Bigger than a man who had a crush on a girl from afar. This was so huge, it filled my chest. I wasn’t sure my body could contain it all—all these feelings I was having. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself.

So I held her. Closed my eyes and felt the warmth of her body against mine. Drifted in the sweetness of release. Smelled her hair and kissed her forehead.

I didn’t worry about what would happen down the road. We’d figure that out when it came. For now, Leah Mae was mine, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to let her go. A scary thought, that. But I held it and let it take root, because I knew it was real. It was true. And I wasn’t a man to shy away from the truth, even if it scared me.