Will set his empty drink down on the arm of the chair, the ice rattling gently, reminding him he needed to get up and get another. He stared aimlessly into the fire crackling in the hearth. Austin might be a nerd unable to close a deal with a cute little blonde who was into him, but he could build a mean fire. Had Will ever made a fire before? Had he even been camping? He couldn’t remember.

“It’s really coming down out there.” Juney yawned, snuggling up tight next to Rowan on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, planting a smacking smooch on the side of her head. The other four watched the two lovers, envying how easily the intimacy between them seemed to have emerged literally overnight. Sure, there’d been looks and smirks between the two as they all got to know one another last night, but if Will were going to put his money on any couple hooking up on the first night, it would have been him and Amber. It certainly hadn’t been Hunter and Austin. Those two were on different planets, they were so far apart at the moment.

“Oh, yeah,” he muttered, tipping back his scotch. “Total whiteout.” Will turned around, unable to watch the mush in front of him any longer. That should be him and Amber, but he’d stupidly gone and fallen asleep last night, and then the rest of the day had been awkward as all hell.

“Isn’t there a hot tub?” Hunter asked, biting her lip before taking a sip of her wine, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright as she sat in front of the fire. Austin was next to her on the floor among a bunch of pillows, but he managed to keep his distance, having childishly created a wall of cushions between them.

Amber nodded. “Yeah, there is, right off the patio. Did everyone bring a swim suit?”

There were nods all around.

Her smile made lust roar into his cock. “Well then, what are we waiting for? Let’s top off our drinks, suit up and get wet.”

Will groaned under his breath at her choice of words. He wanted Amber to get wet all right. He wanted her fucking saturated, and before the night was through, he would make damn sure she was, his name on her lips as she filled his mouth with her release.

It was no more than five minutes of grabbing towels and changing into suits before six half-naked bodies stood outside with chattering teeth, goosebumps chasing across their skin and Will hopping back and forth on his feet. The deck was freezing. Although the little dance wasn’t exactly manly—he felt like a bit of a garden fairy—somehow it felt right and staved off the frosty bite.

“Brrrr.” Hunter shivered, pulling her towel tight around her bare shoulders as they all stood on the freshly cleared patio, waiting for Rowan to lift the hot tub cover.

Austin had busied himself earlier that day when they’d first gotten back from the ski hill and shoveled the driveway, clearing a path to the woodshed and around the deck. So even though it was frigid outside, they weren’t ankle-deep in snow and close to losing a toe or two.

Juney and Rowan had prepped dinner, and Hunter and Amber had set the table, swept the floor and hung up everyone’s wet clothes over the heater in the garage. Will had grabbed a scotch, sat in the living room, and read a book. He loved being on vacation.

“Ah, there we go!” Rowan said with a satisfied smile, flopping the big cover over and sending fluffy snow flying all around as it landed on the deck with a loud thud. Steam rose quick and thick up in the air, but no one wasted any time admiring it. They all slid in.

There were “Ahs” all around as chilly and sore bodies slipped into the warm water and found a seat and jet to soothe overworked muscles.

“I’m going to feel it tomorrow,” Amber drawled, tipping her drink and taking a healthy sip. “I haven’t boarded in years. I’m not sure I’ll be able to move in the morning. My quads were screaming at me on that last run. I might even sleep in tomorrow.”

Hunter smiled through clenched teeth as she sucked in air. “Oh, yeah . . . sleep in. I guess we can do that, can’t we? We’re on vacation. I can’t remember the last time I truly slept in. You know, wake up closer to lunch than breakfast. God, it’s been years.”

Juney shook her head. “Me, either. It’s up at the crack of dawn, off to yoga, then work, and then I write until midnight. Only to do it all over again the next day.”

The girls yawned and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I run,” Hunter said sleepily, “yoga on Wednesdays and Sundays.”

“I prefer kickboxing, myself,” Amber added. “Helps get out my frustrations with some of the bone-headed men I work with. I can’t exactly lose my shit the way I’d like to and be taken seriously, so I envision their ugly mugs when I’m sparring with a partner or hitting the bag. They’d all tell you I’m a super zen boss, but in reality I want to drop-kick at least one of them daily.”

Will snorted.

Damn, she was tough.

He loved it. He studied the little redheaded pixie in the corner as she clutched her wine glass in her hand and closed her eyes from the pleasure of the jet behind her. He only managed to catch a glimpse of her body in her bathing suit before she sank down beneath the bubbles, but that glimpse had been enough to make his cock start to rise in his shorts. He was thankful for the water and the secrets it kept.

No-nonsense, just like Amber, her bikini was small and black. Three simple triangles, but damn if those triangles didn’t turn him on. And the rest of her body was like alabaster, with peachy freckles across her chest and on her arms. He wanted to find out what each one tasted like. And tonight he would. Will had stopped drinking and traded his scotch for water. The others were still imbibing on wine, beer and scotch, but he wanted to be alert and present for Amber. He wasn’t going to miss another opportunity to hear the little red kitten purr his name.

Amber rolled her bottom lip between her teeth. Was she even conscious of how damn sexy, how sensuous and seductive she was being right now? Probably not. She glanced out into the ravine below, and Will took a moment to watch her. An unencumbered view of the beauty. Slowly, her little pink tongue darted out and ran between the seam of her lips.

Oh, fuck me now.

He wanted to lick those lips. He wanted to bite them. Fuck, he wanted to lick and bite more than that lip, he wanted every goddamn inch of her beneath his hot tongue as he savored her taste. He wanted to sink deep inside her sweet pussy lips and apologize profusely for his stupidity of the night before. Never again would he choose sleep over fucking Amber.

Never.

Now, if only the puppies would leave so he could take his little redhead right here and right now, under the stars. His cock jerked in his shorts again. Yes, he needed to get rid of the others.

Austin had been rather quiet since dinner. He’d ducked out twice since tidying up to shovel the driveway or make sure enough wood was in for the fireplace. Having designated himself the house pyro, he was diligent in his responsibility of ensuring there was always fresh wood on the fire and lots of newspaper crinkled up and ready to go in the event the fire did go out.

He had a lot to think about, and the monotonous tasks helped. His little temper tantrum after Sam’s departure and his chat with Juney on the chairlift had been eye-opening. But at the same time, it made him worry more than ever that he wouldn’t be able to hold a candle to the other men Hunter had been with. That she would grow bored with him within months, if not days. What was the point of even trying? It’d been like a knife in the gut watching her laugh and chat it up with Will earlier, though, as the two goofed around on the hill, pushing each other over and smiling. He wanted that. Why couldn’t he have that? And wasn’t Will interested in Amber? What the hell?

He peeked over at the curvaceous blonde, who sat in one of the shallower seats, her breasts bobbing near the surface.

Jesus Christ, why the hell’d she have to go and wear that? Was it even a bathing suit?

It looked like three of his grandmother’s doilies. Crocheted sage-colored patches that covered (just barely) her breasts and cleft. His doctor had warned him that overworking could lead to a heart attack. But the man hadn’t bothered to mention that a vexatious blonde with a fetish for leather, lace, and lascivious sexual proclivities, with breasts so perfect he couldn’t help but wonder if they were real, might also cause him to have a jammer. Or at the very least a stroke from a blood clot as his veins fought to pump enough blood up to his brain, because at the moment, it was all between his legs. Might as well call the EMTs now, because sharing a hot tub with Hunter in those scraps of fabric was surely going to kill him in some way.

He sipped his drink, enjoying the way the alcohol numbed his limbs and brain. His big brain that never stopped thinking, never stopped overthinking. Could he go to Hunter’s room tonight? Knock on her door and kiss her? Could they start off slow? Did he want to start off slow? Did she?

“You look like you’re trying to solve the world’s energy crisis over there,” Juney said with a laugh, her head resting on Rowan’s shoulder as the two snuggled up sickly sweet in one of the corners, both of their hands hidden beneath the bubbles. Austin could only imagine the debauchery going on under the water right now.

Hunter snorted. “He probably is.”

Austin’s eyes flicked up to Hunter’s, and she gave him a big, genuine toothy grin. Was that her third or fourth glass of wine?

“Are you?” she asked. Apparently she’d forgiven him for his comment earlier. Or the wine was numbing her frustration.

He glanced down into his glass and swirled the ice around for a second. “Sure. Maybe not the world’s energy crisis, but a crisis for sure.”

“I bet I know what the crisis is,” Rowan said under his breath against Juney’s temple.

She elbowed him, and he just snickered.

A warm tingle wormed its way into Austin’s cheeks, and the tips of his ears prickled with heat. He averted his gaze and instead glanced up at the dark gray clouds. It had stopped snowing. But not for long. The forecast was calling for another eight to twelve inches.

Snowed in and set up, indeed.

Only now it was starting to feel like snowed in, set up, and slowly suffocated.

“Hey, you’ve got a tat, too,” Will said lazily, noting the ink on Hunter’s shoulder.

Austin sat up straighter. Oh yeah, that tattoo he’d been ogling the corner of all last night. Finally, he was going to get a glimpse of the whole thing.

Hunter contorted her body around so everyone could see. “Yeah, it’s a flock of birds. A tad morose, but each bird represents a foster home I was in. There are seven in total.”

Will whistled. “Jesus.”

She shrugged. “Ah, it wasn’t so bad. Made me tough and independent. I’ve heard some foster home horror stories, and I don’t have any of my own, so I consider myself lucky. I bounced around the system a bit because families couldn’t keep me for very long. Either they moved, had their own kids’ issues to deal with, or couldn’t make ends meet even with the subsidy they got from the government for me. A couple of families were a little neglectful, using me as a cash cow and spending the money meant for my needs on themselves. I didn’t last long with them.”

“So, the birds are more like a badge of honor or a symbol of freedom?” Juney asked.

Hunter nodded. “In a way, yeah. I wouldn’t be who I am today without each of those foster homes, each of those birds. But at the same time, they don’t really define who I am, you know? I’m not a foster kid. I’m Hunter Kingsley, owner of Breathe, Babe, Breathe. I’m my own person, free of my past, free of it all. I dunno. I saw the sketch when I was seventeen and carried it around in my wallet for nearly six years before I finally got it put on me permanently. I love it.”

Everyone nodded.

“It’s beautiful,” Juney added.

“Thank you. You have tats, too?” Hunter asked, turning back to Will.

He nodded and then stood up, the water sluicing off his body in dark rivers. He spun around and showed everyone his calf. It was the head of a proud male lion with a shaggy mane and open mouth, exposing ferocious sharp teeth. Because Will was so dark-skinned and the only light from inside the house was from the Christmas tree, it was tough to make out. But you could see enough to know what it was.

“That’s cool,” Rowan said. “You a Leo or something?”

Will made a noise in his throat and sat back down in the water. “No. I got this right after my trip to Africa. A lion came into the local village I was working in and started to drag away a kid. There was a drought; everyone was hungry, including the animals. And the lions were getting desperate.”

Gasps echoed around the hot tub.

“Holy freaking shit,” Rowan said, his mouth just hanging open and his eyes bugging out. The rest held similar expressions.

Will nodded and lifted one shoulder. “Yeah, anyway, I’m not entirely sure what happened. I think I blocked a lot of it out. But somehow in my sleep-deprived, thirsty, heat-stroked brain, I thought it would be a good idea to go after the lion. I leaped onto him, and he released the kid, then went after me. But by this time, the game warden had arrived. They ended up putting the cat down. He was getting too comfortable and used to humans. It would have happened again at some point.”

“Jesus Christ,” Hunter muttered. “So, you decided to get its face tattooed on your leg?”

“To cover up the scars of its teeth marks, yeah.”

“Isn’t there a movie like that out there?” Austin asked.

Will took a sip of his water and lifted one eyebrow. “Yep. Watched it on the plane ride back. Talk about reliving a nightmare.”

Everyone continued to shake their heads, new admiration and a dash of awe on their faces.

“See, I don’t hate kids. I saved one from being eaten by a lion, for crying out loud. I just don’t want any of my own.” A nervous chuckle bubbled up through his chest. Austin gave the man an appraising look. Normally Will came across so confident, almost to the point of being cocky, but right now he seemed downright uncomfortable. What was going on?

“That’s a pretty crazy story,” Austin finally said, his eyes taking in the way Amber was looking at him, as if he’d just saved her from the clutches of a starving jungle cat.

Will shrugged. “Not really. You hear all kinds of tales like that in Africa. I honestly don’t even like talking about it.” He swirled his empty scotch glass around, letting the ice tinkle. He’d switched to a big bottle of water after he drained his drink and had been nursing that for the last ten minutes. “But when I’m in the sauce, I tend to share a little more. Loose lips and all that.”

Austin grunted and finished off his drink. “Loose lips.”

Eventually everyone fell into a bit of a companionable silence. Juney and Rowan huddled up tight in the corner, hands beneath the frothy water. Amber and Will sat on opposing corners, avoiding each other’s eyes. Hunter was in the remaining corner, and Austin was left to sit awkwardly in the middle on the bench, between the two lovebirds who were undoubtedly doing hand stuff under the water and Hunter, whose breasts were practically heaving out of her tiny and tight crocheted bikini top. He didn’t know where to look. So rather than looking anywhere, he closed his eyes, tilted his head back and sank down into the heat as deep as he could, until nothing but his face was visible. Yeah, that ought to solve all his problems.

Amber’s heart beat wildly in her chest. Jesus Christ, the way Will was looking at her—she knew she was in a hot tub, but damn, she was wet. Those eyes . . . they said so much. And everything they said was downright filthy.

“Well, I think I am sufficiently pruney,” Rowan said with a yawn, standing up and stretching, a noticeable bulge at the front of his shorts, especially since they clung to his wet legs. “I’m going to go have a shower and head to bed. Are you pruney, Juney?” He snickered at his silly rhyme and smiled down at her, offering her his hand. Juney took his hand and stood up, her hot pink bikini doing all kinds of justice to her lithe and dripping frame.

“I think I’m ready for bed, too,” she said, following Rowan over to the step and allowing him to help her out. He wrapped a towel around her shoulders and rubbed the sides of her arms several times.

“All right guys, well, Merry Christmas Eve and goodnight. We shall see you all tomorrow. Hopefully Santa Claus brings you what you want.” Rowan winked at Austin, then at Will and finally grinned wickedly at the other two girls before placing his hand at the small of Juney’s back and ushering her toward the French doors.

“Cocky fucker,” Will grumbled.

Amber snickered. “Wouldn’t you be?”

Will’s eyes flashed from the door to her face, his dark brown eyes blazing pure fire. “Abso-fucking-lutely, but at the moment I’m just a dumb fucker who fell asleep when I should have been wide awake.”

She sucked on her bottom lip. The way Will stared at her was pure animal, and if it wasn’t for the other two sitting like slack-jawed mutes in the other corners, she would be on his lap already, with her hands down his shorts, stroking him, the way she knew Juney had been stroking Rowan. They may have tried to hide it, but Amber was no innocent little virgin. She recognized the rhythmic twitch of Juney’s shoulder and the slanted looks the two gave each other. Not to mention the quick inhales and sudden hard swallows of their throats as they fought the urge to orgasm in front of everyone. A part of her wished they had. She wouldn’t have cared. Hell, it may have galvanized the rest of them to act on their urges.

She also couldn’t deny the stab of jealousy that swamped her as Will and Hunter goofed off up on the hill earlier that day, or their comfortable chit-chat about tattoos. Amber had always wanted a tattoo; she just hadn’t found the right image yet. Things between Will and the curvy blonde just seemed so easy. Hunter made Will smile, she made him laugh, and they were able to talk the way Amber only wished she could talk to Will. She and Rowan had chatted on the chairlift with such ease. Why couldn’t she have that with Will? And yet, you couldn’t deny the attraction between Austin and Hunter. The way he looked at her, the way she looked at him. What the hell was the blonde hottie’s angle? Was she trying to string both men along until she decided which man she wanted? Which man was her match? Amber ground her molars together at the memory of seeing Will push Hunter over on her board and then, in retaliation, Hunter throwing snowballs at him until he fell over laughing.

“All right, you two,” Will finally said, donning his best boss-man-doctor voice. “I think it’s time the kiddies went to bed.”

Hunter gave him a petulant look but rolled her eyes and motioned to stand up.

“I think the grownups need to have some grownup time. I ain’t saying you have to go to bed . . . unless that’s your plan.” He waggled his dark eyebrows at Austin. Austin shot laser beams from his eyes, trying to blow off Will’s head. “But we’d like the hot tub to ourselves now.”

Amber’s mouth was suddenly like a sand pit, and the heat from the hot tub was nothing compared with the raging inferno inside her.

Yippee!

Apparently Will hadn’t given up hope. He wanted to try again tonight. And from the looks of things, he had stopped drinking and had switched to water. The man was on a mission, and that mission was to give her holly jolly orgasms. Did this mean he had no interest in Hunter? He’d just shooed her and Austin inside, which meant he was choosing Amber. Amber’s heart rate picked up and heat and moisture pooled between her legs. No wonder her mouth was so dry.

“All right, all right,” Hunter grumbled, but not without flashing a big grin Amber’s way. She ducked her head next to Amber’s ear as she sat up and crossed to the steps. “At least one of us is getting lucky tonight. Enjoy.” Then she sashayed her curvaceous hips over to the stairs and climbed out, wrapping a towel around her body before heading to the door.

Austin continued to sit there like a goober. What the hell was up with him? Did he have snow in his ears and didn’t hear Will’s “request”? Amber’s gaze followed the younger man’s eyes, which were glued to Hunter’s backside, and then it dawned on her.

Will chuckled low and deep in his ripped chest. “Need a minute, man?”

It hadn’t bothered Rowan in the slightest to stand up and leave the hot tub with a bulge in his pants, but Austin didn’t seem nearly as confident or carefree. Maybe if he was getting laid, he wouldn’t care. But the fact that he still hadn’t made a move on Hunter probably left him feeling as though showing the rest of them his raging hard-on was a bit of a faux pas.

Austin’s eyes swiveled from Hunter’s back to Will’s head. His glare was enough to melt steel.

A man on a mission, and that mission was to fuck Amber silly under the shifting clouds and peeking stars, Will reached for her hand, pulling her across the bench seat and settling her into his lap.

“There, dude. Now the lady can’t see your shorts. And here, I’ll distract her even more for you.” Will grabbed Amber’s ponytail and roughly pulled her head toward him, capturing her mouth with his. Amber’s belly did a giant somersault as his hot velvety tongue swept inside and began to explore.

Finally, dude! Finally!

She let her hands float up to rest on his broad shoulders, brazenly pushing the juncture of her spread thighs against his shorts. He was already hard.

Not caring one iota that Austin might still be in the water, she rocked against Will’s length, unable to hide or control the moan that escaped her from the rush of pleasure that sparked inside her as the fabric of her suit and his erection brushed her clit. He felt so good, so right. His body, big and hard, warm and strong. And when he kissed her, damn if those butterflies didn’t multiply and start going off in a million different directions. The man’s lips were like soft, pouty pillows, taking her own lips on a dance so erotic, so evocative, they sent her imagination running wild. What would these delicious lips of his feel like lower down her body? She could only imagine: satiny smooth, just like his tongue. Wet, warm, plump, sensuous. Oh so sensuous. The man had a mouth that could kiss like nobody’s business, and when he smiled, when he said her name, that mouth was begging to be sat on.

The gentle click of the door barely even registered with Amber, but she knew they were finally alone. She decided enough was enough. They were alone now. Clothing was completely optional. With a whinge of reluctance, she pulled her mouth from Will’s and brought her hands up around her neck to untie the halter of her bikini. He went to work on the strings at her back, and within a matter of seconds, her breasts tumbled free, bobbing in the water between them, against his titanium chest.

With a rough growl, Will dipped his head low and drew a nipple into his mouth, biting the tender nub and tugging hard enough to make her arch her back and moan softly. Pleasure shot fast and fierce through her body like a lightning bolt, hitting the target between her legs with overwhelming accuracy. He moved his mouth over to the other side and delivered the same delicious torture to the other one, drawing the nub into his warm mouth, sucking hard and then quickly flicking his tongue back and forth until she groaned again and wilted further into his arms.

He was rock-hard now, and Amber wanted nothing more than to feel Will, to feel all of him. She wedged her hands between them and fished him out of the hole of his shorts, bringing his length into her palm and stroking him. He was big, like really big, and a slight wave of panic swam through her at the idea of taking him inside her. She was no virgin, but she also wasn’t a very big person.

Would it work? Would they fit? God, she hoped so.

Will’s hands made their way down Amber’s body, resting on her rocking hips and encouraging her to continue to press her cleft against him. It felt so good having her on his lap. Her skin beneath his palms, her delicate frame perched in his lap, it felt right. Deftly, without even missing a moment from suckling her sweet nipples, he released the ties of her bathing suit bottoms, pulling the fabric out from between her legs and tossing it onto the deck. Now the only thing between them was his shorts, and that was quickly going to change.

Snatching her ponytail and lifting his head from her breast, he crashed his mouth down on hers once again, shoving his tongue into her mouth, sweeping around and claiming her. She responded in kind and opened her lips, stroking her hot little tongue against his in encouragement. Nipping his lip, she pulled with her teeth, grinning against his mouth. A girly giggle bubbled up in her chest.

That giggle was music to Will’s ears. So sweet, so sultry. But it also had a roughness to it. Throaty and mature. The perfect definition of Amber. She was a complex woman, not a simple coin with two sides, no. There was so much more to Amber than met the eye. She came across all stubborn and aloof. Unaffected by the issues that plagued most people—most women. When Hunter had moaned about breaking a nail earlier, Amber had snorted in derision and then laughed. Or when Juney mentioned her favorite guilty pleasure was a manicure followed by a hot bubble bath, Amber had rolled her eyes and said she couldn’t remember the last time she had paint on her fingernails and wouldn’t dream of wasting time in a bath.

Determined to play the part of the tough-as-nails boss, because that’s who she was all the time, Amber had a shell nearly as hard as Will’s. He didn’t like letting people in either. But Will saw past that. He saw that behind the understated ponytail at the nape of her neck and the flannel shirt and black jeans, she had a softness to her. Many layers. Many sides. He hoped as the days went on, she would let him see more of those sides, and not just the hard-headed foreman with girl-next-door freckles across her nose that she was showing everyone else.

He still had her by the hair, so pulling again, he separated them. Smiling wickedly, he scooped her up and placed her on the edge of the tub, making her sit out in the cool December night air. She was exquisite, her skin almost translucent in the light from the Christmas tree. Her eyes shone brightly back at him, full of lust as he took her all in. She was bare, and the sweet, plump, pink lips of her pussy drew his gaze like a beacon.

A quick tear of Velcro and the loosening of some string, and he was out of his shorts, tossing them onto the deck next to her suit. He had a condom in his pocket, so he needed to keep them close, but right now he wanted to taste her. Figuring she wouldn’t mind if he was a bit rough, he knelt down on the bench beneath the water, palmed her thighs and spread them wide. He cupped her butt and drew her to his mouth, humming when he found her sweetness. She was wet and ready. Dripping. For him.

One long, slow lick into her, and she was groaning, her hips jerking up into his mouth. He hummed softly as he swept his tongue again up through her folds, sucking fiercely on her swelling clit and reveling in the way it hardened against his lips as she bucked into his face. But he took it as an invitation and rammed his tongue into her cleft, feeling the ridges of her walls contract around him as he fucked her, hard and swift. Her soft cries and girlish moans spurred him on. He slipped a finger inside her, resuming circles and sucks on her clit.

She was tight, really tight. Would she be able to take him? Fuck, he hoped so. At this point, he would settle for just the tip if he had to. Any bit of Amber he could get, he would take. An internal quake inside her grabbed his fingers in an unreal heat, and his cock grew long and thick, aching for some action.

She was sweet like honey. Her juices were unlike anything he’d ever tasted, and her skin was pure silk against his lips as he lashed at her clit and nipped her inner thighs. She tugged on his ears, pulling him deeper between her legs, making his nose knock her mound. So feisty, so in command of what she wanted and willing to take it.

He loved that.

Will didn’t want a submissive partner, he wanted an equal, one who challenged him, who was her own boss, independent and fierce. Amber was proving to be all those things and then some.

“Fuck . . . Will . . .” she breathed, pushing even harder into his face, thrusting forward, her legs trembling.

He lifted them up and put them on his shoulders. She sighed from the reprieve and then shoved into him again. So greedy, so willing to take everything he gave her.

“Will . . . ”

“Come for me, Amber. Come hard, baby.” He wanted to hear her, feel her, taste her as she came. How loud, how wild could his Little Red get? How senseless could he make her? He wanted her to lose her head, hear his name from her lips as he made her lose control.

Her fingers tightened around the ends of his hair, and she threw her head back. Her chest, illuminated by the glare of the Christmas lights inside the house, glowed as it rose and fell with her quick and shallow breaths.

Parting her lips, she broke with a sharp cry. “Will . . . oh God . . . Will . . . fuck . . . yes!”

Her pussy gripped his fingers like a fist as she filled his mouth with a sweet warm gush, her clit swelling hard against his tongue as he continued to feast, loving the sounds she made as she came.

She was his.

Even if it was only for the week, Amber was his. This little sprite had him hypnotized, and the way his name flowed off her lips made him wonder how he could keep her saying his name like that for the rest of his life.

Ignoring her frozen butt cheeks and the chill that sprinted up and down her limbs, Amber flopped back onto the deck, her arm draped dramatically over her eyes. Her chest rose and fell as if she’d just run a marathon.

Holy mother of God, that tongue, that man.

He was relentless, absolutely relentless. Right when she thought she was going to tumble over the edge, he would nip her thigh or suck her clit like it was a fucking lollipop, dragging her back from the precipice. She’d been teetering there for so long, she had no idea how long Will had been eating her out. Was it a few minutes? A few hours? A few days? Had the new year come and gone? She had no idea; time no longer existed. All that mattered was the man in front of her and the incredible pleasure he was delivering.

Two big, strong hands came up under her arms, and she suddenly found herself back beneath the water. The rush of heat made her body tingle and sting, her senses waking up again from the sudden coma they’d been fucked into. She fluttered her lashes open and looked at Will. He was all smiles, his chin and lips still glistening with her arousal.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said softly, setting them back down into their original spot, her straddling his lap, while his cock bobbed hard and ready at her sensitive center. “And the way you come . . . Oh, baby. So beautiful. I could watch you come every day.”

She squirmed uncomfortably at his words, but she also couldn’t deny the heady rush she got from knowing how he felt about her. She let her hands graze his incredible abs; powerful muscles filled her palms, and heat pooled in her abdomen. She wasn’t the only gorgeous person in this hot tub. Will was a goddamn work of art.

“I want to fuck you, Amber,” he said, his eyes sobering and snagging her gaze.

She blinked from his honesty, and a sudden bubble of uncomfortable laughter shot out through her mouth before she could stop it. “Okay . . . I want to fuck you too.”

He shook his head somberly. “I just don’t want to hurt you. I’m . . . I’m big.”

She swallowed and brought her hand back down between them, wrapping her fingers around his length. Sweet baby Jesus, he was big! Huge. Could she take him? She wanted to try. God, how she wanted to try.

“I want to try,” she said, biting her lip. “I’m tough.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, I know you are. I think you might be the toughest woman I’ve ever met, and damn feisty. I don’t want to hurt you, though.”

Swallowing hard, she lifted up, the crown of him probing her cleft, demanding sanctuary. She motioned to drop down, but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Condom.”

“Oh. Right.”

In less than twelve seconds, Will had fished the packet out of his pocket and sheathed himself, sinking down into the water and helping Amber climb back up on his lap. “Go slow, baby. Real slow, okay?”

“Okay,” she breathed.

“You don’t have to take it all just to prove something.” Affection and concern colored his voice.

A smirk tickled her mouth. She lunged forward and snagged his bottom lip between her teeth, simultaneously starting to take him inside her. “I’ll prove whatever the fuck I want to.” She growled, releasing his lip. She gasped when she started to feel the stretch. Another quick inhale had her gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes. Damn it, the hot tub had washed away all her arousal. He was going in dry.

“Breathe.”

“You are fucking huge.”

“You are also really tight.”

“Yeah. Well, it’s been a while,” she muttered, her teeth still clenched.

“Breathe,” he said again.

“Shut up.”

Will chuckled softly, his hands coming up and kneading her breasts, tweaking and pulling on the nipples until they were hard and practically screeching for his mouth. Amber continued to sink down on to his lap. Inch by glorious inch she took him, and the more she took, the better it felt. He was stretching her, pressing against the walls of her channel so hard she was able to feel everything, all of him.

With a final low belly groan, she dropped that last inch, and her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head.

“You are the sexiest fucking woman I have ever met.” His voice a low and feral growl. He released one hand from her breast and brought it down between them to rub her clit. “Go as slow as you need, baby.”

She shook her head. “I’m okay.” She didn’t want slow; she didn’t want gentle. Now that she knew she could take all of Will, she wanted hot and dirty, hard and fast. She wanted to be fucked senseless, the way he’d been promising.

Resting her hands on his shoulders, she began to bob up and down in his lap, first slowly, just to establish a rhythm, but then quickly picking up speed and vigor, loving the way he split her open, the way he grazed her walls and knocked her cervix. She felt everything, every hard, powerful inch of him, and it all felt incredible. Water sloshed all around them, a tsunami of their making, up over the sides, melting the snow that had frozen to the deck and sloshing down between the planks to the ground below.

Will snarled against her breast as he pulled a peak into his mouth and lashed at it with his tongue. “You feel so good,” he mumbled. “Fucking tight.”

“Harder,” Amber demanded. “Faster.” Bliss, jagged and hard in its reality, hovered just inches out of reach. She needed a new position. She needed him deeper.

Their eyes locked for half a second, blazing hazel to a raging brown fire. Will bucked into her harder. She had proven she could take him and wasn’t in pain, and she was asking for it, demanding he take her hard and fast, so he was going to oblige.

“D-doggy style,” she stammered, her eyes suddenly glazing over when he pinched her clit.

Will’s eyes flashed back up to her face. Holy mother of God, she was his perfect woman. The last few women he’d been with hadn’t been able to take him in this position. It’d been too painful for them. His heart thudded in his throat at the possibility of taking Amber from behind and her enjoying it. But he had to be careful, too. He didn’t want to hurt her.

“Are you sure, baby? This position isn’t easy with a big dick.”

Ignoring him, Amber quickly slipped off of his lap and stood up, planting her knees on the bench seat of the tub, her hands on the upper ledge.

“Take me, Will,” she breathed. “I want you like this, now.”

She’s fucking perfect.

With a low and primitive growl, Will ducked down and rammed his tongue into her pussy. He needed her sopping wet and on the verge of a climax if she was going to take him in this position. She mewled and pushed back into his face, her sweet heat softening and swelling against his lips. Around and around he swirled his tongue, only to plunge it deep into her quivering channel. She trembled against him, and her wetness poured over his tongue. He lapped it up and hummed, enjoying her flavor. Once he knew his Little Red was good and ready, he stood up, chuckling at her grumble of protest. He positioned himself behind her, gripped her hips and then slowly, carefully wedged himself inside.

“Faster!” she demanded.

Oh dear sweet lord, yes.

But he quelled his excitement. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she gritted impatiently. “Deeper, Will, please.” He sank the last couple of inches into her luscious heat, both of them groaning in satisfaction. Amber pushed back into Will and he bucked into her. The muscular rounds of her sculpted ass beckoned for him to grab them. One day, if this lasted more than the week, he hoped she’d let him take her there, let him fuck her sweet ass as he teased her clit with a vibrator.

His balls ached from how full they were, and the way her snug little pussy grabbed his shaft and refused to let go had Will doing everything in his power to stave off his release. But Amber’s moans and grunts grew louder, fiercer, and the way she squeezed herself around him, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Fuck, he needed to get her there.

Reaching around under her, past her belly, he delved two fingers between her slick lips. Her clit was hard, and with each brush of his fingers, he felt it swell. She was close, too.

“Get ready, Little Red.”

“Will, please,” she begged, her voice husky and hoarse from lack of use.

He brought her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and as he pulled out, he pinched her slick bud and then drove home one more time. Amber shot off like a rocket, her body stilling and then rippling around him as the orgasm took hold, gripping her body and thrashing her around as if she were not more than a rag doll. Will stiffened behind her, and his fingers dug wells into the plump flesh of her ass as he found his release. The sweet contractions of her core milked him, drew him in as he spilled himself inside her. He tilted his head back and let out a low and surly roar, continuing to move, thrust after thrust, hammering into Amber until every last morsel of him was inside her. One day soon they’d have the birth control conversation and he would find out if she meant what she said about not wanting kids. He wanted skin-to-skin with Amber. Nothing between them. Ever.