I woke up in the morning wrapped in Jameson’s arms. The bed smelled like him. Like us. His body was warm behind me, his chest moving gently against my back. I closed my eyes and breathed it all in.

Jameson, here with me. Our bodies close. His arm draped around my waist. His scent all over me.

Light peeked in through the curtain. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I didn’t care. There was nowhere else I wanted to be.

Last night had been… it had been everything. Soft and sweet. Hard and rough. Jameson had somehow known every inch of my body. How to touch me, caress me, kiss me. When to hold back and when to unleash. It had been intense and dizzying.

The ache between my legs was satisfying and pleasant. I nestled in closer to Jameson, feeling his arm tighten around me. The sex had been fantastic—no one had ever fucked me the way he had. But it was more than that. I felt so close to him. Like something deeper had passed between us last night.

He shifted behind me and I felt his lips on the back of my shoulder. My eyes fluttered closed as he planted soft kisses along my skin. Nibbled my shoulder with his teeth.

“Mornin’, beautiful,” he said, his voice husky and rough.

“Morning.” I arched my back a little and pressed my ass against his erection.

He groaned, a deep rumble in his chest. “God, Leah Mae, you have no idea what you do to me.”

Grabbing my hip, he pressed his cock against me and sucked on the skin at the base of my neck. I arched into him, my body coming alive.

“If it’s even half of what you do to me, I’m in trouble,” I said.

“I reckon we both are.”

I shifted so I was on my back, and Jameson propped himself up, partially over me. Our mouths came together in a wet, lazy kiss. Hands caressed warm skin beneath the sheets. His kisses were leisurely. Decadent. No hurry. Just our lips and tongues making soft love as we both came awake.

Morning sex was great, but it was even better after taking care of basic necessities. We kissed for a long while, then both got up to use the bathroom. After I came out, I got back in bed and waited, wondering if I should get dressed. Going back to bed with Jameson sounded a lot better, but I wasn’t sure what he wanted.

The shower turned on and my heart sank. Was he going to shower and go?

He poked his head through the door and his shy smile made me melt all over again. “I reckon we should wash all that lake water off. Want to join me?”

“I’d love to.”

I got up and went into the bathroom. The shower wasn’t large, but that didn’t matter. We got in and stood close together under the hot spray. He wrapped his arms around me, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him against me.

He turned me around and washed my hair. It was tangled after our day at the lake, but he gently ran his fingers through my tresses and massaged my scalp. His touch was arousing and relaxing all at once.

When my hair was rinsed, he moved it over my shoulder and sucked the water off my neck. I arched my back and rubbed against his hard erection while he growled and nipped at my skin.

Reaching around, he cupped my breast with one hand while his other slid down my stomach. His fingers found my clit and he caressed it gently. Warmth and pressure pooled between my legs. I leaned back into him, practically purring.

He played with my nipple, gently pulling, while his fingers worked some kind of magic on my clit.

“That feels so good,” I said.

“I love hearin’ you say that.” He kissed down my neck. “And I love makin’ you feel good.”

I moved my hips, rubbing my ass up and down his solid length. He groaned and slid his hands all over my wet skin. My need for him grew, the sweet ache between my legs demanding more.

“My dirty girl,” he growled into my ear. “We need to get you clean.”

He lathered body wash all over me, and the addition of soap made our bodies slick. We rubbed against each other, teasing and tempting. I took his cock in my hand and stroked him hard while he played with my pussy.

“Baby, I need to fuck you,” he said. “Now.”

He spun me around, pushing me up against the tile. Lifting my leg, he propped it up on the little bench.

“Should we get out for a condom?” he asked.

“I’m on the pill.”

He bit his lower lip. Grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times, his eyes locked with mine.

“If you’re sure you’re okay with this,” he said, positioning his cock at my entrance.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

With the water cascading over us, soap suds swirling at our feet, Jameson thrust his cock inside me. I draped my arms over his shoulders and kept my leg up on the bench.

Looking down between us, I watched his cock slide in and out. My nipples were hard, and his abs flexed with each thrust. It was mesmerizing to watch him fuck me like this. To see his glistening erection plunge deep into my pussy, then move out again.

He held me with one hand and moved the other to massage my clit. His quick strokes had me panting, the exquisite pressure intensifying.

“Jameson,” I said, nearly breathless. “Don’t stop that.”

Between the thrusting of his cock stretching me open, and the dance of his fingers across my clit, I was done for. I came in a rush of heat and pleasure, the climax rippling through me. I closed my eyes and moaned with the rhythm of his thrusts, riding the wave of intensity.

He slowed down so I could catch my breath. I reached between us and grabbed his hard cock as he pulled partway out.

“Oh darlin’,” he said. “I’m about ready to come.”

“I want to see it.”

The corner of his mouth turned up and he plunged into my pussy a few times. His eyes rolled back a little and he grunted.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

His cock pulsed once, and he pulled out. I grabbed him and stroked, hard and fast, jerking my hand up and down his thick length. He braced himself with one hand on the tile behind me, his face close to my ear, and groaned, his body going rigid as the first rope of come burst out from the tip. Then another. Another. His cock throbbed in my hand as he came all over my stomach.

I loved the sight of his come all over me. I felt dirty in all the best ways. I’d never been so uninhibited with a man. It felt amazing.

He caught his breath and I eased my leg down off the beach. Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me—leisurely and sweet.

We cleaned each other off with more soap and gentle caresses. The water was cooling, so we got out and wrapped up in big fluffy towels. I sat on the edge of the bed while he used another towel to softly dry my hair.

Then we slipped back in bed, our clean bodies tangling beneath the crisp sheets. I nuzzled against him, warm and satisfied. He kissed my forehead and held me in his strong arms.

“Can I admit something that I’m a little bit afraid to say?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Of course.”

He held me tighter, like he needed the reassurance of our bodies pressed close. I waited, breathless.

“I’m in love with you,” he said. “I’ve never been in love before, but I’m certain of it. I’m crazy about you, Leah Mae. And it’s kinda scarin’ me right now.”

I squeezed him, burying my face in his chest. Tears stung my eyes—tears of happiness and joy.

“Jameson, I’m in love with you, too,” I said. “I’m so in love with you, I’m not sure what to do with myself.”

“You are?”

I giggled softly and looked up at him. “Yes, I am. But why does it scare you?”

“I reckon I don’t know a lot about love,” he said. “I’m a bit worried I’ll mess it up somehow.”

I trailed my fingertips over his lips. Down his neck to his chest. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll take care of your heart if you take care of mine.”

“Darlin’, I’ll take care of it like it’s my most prized possession.”

“Then it’s yours,” I said.

He tipped my chin up and kissed me. “I love you to the stars and back, Leah Mae.”

“I love you too, Jameson. To the stars and back.”