Quinn’s pulse thudded heavy in his veins as Leah pressed him back against the bulkhead and stood, her dress gathered in her fists. Her thighs flashed at him, tan and curvy and strong. His mouth ran dry. Yeah, he wanted her naked for him to love and lick and worship in every possible way.

But even more he wanted it to be on her terms, in the way that made her hottest.

Putting a halt to their make out session had taken an insane amount of willpower. Holding back from flirting hadn’t met with the same success. He only had so much restraint, and suggesting dinner had used it all up.

And who needed food when he could feast on her?

She rocked on her bare feet to a silent beat he couldn’t hear but could see in the pulse of her thighs, the sway of her hips. It was hypnotic as she spun in a slow circle, her skirt high enough for him to see her lush bottom, barely contained in a white crochet bikini that made him throb. Another circle and she had her dress over her head, then away, dangling like a flag from her fingertips as she came closer again.

The matador urging the bull to charge.

He rose to his knees, reaching for her hips, but she spun away before he could touch her.

“Take your swimsuit off,” he told her. “Let me see you.”

A slow, wicked smile was her only response. He adjusted himself when she turned around again, her back to him, but fuck if that didn’t help at all, because she reached back—how flexible was she?—and in two flicks, her top was gone.

“Turn around.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Bossy.”

“Hungry.”

Her breath hitched and she turned again. Her breasts swayed, heavy and lush. Her tan faded in gradients, but the roundest, sweetest part of her breasts were pale and topped with large, light brown nipples. Fuck him. He wanted her in his mouth and under his body, now.

“You’re killing me,” he growled. “Get over here.”

She lowered to her knees just out of reach, then kept going, as if she were floating down to the blanket. “You get over here.”

He pounced like a starving man, filling his hands with her tits as he took her mouth, hard and fast. She tasted like sun-warmed skin and coconut oil. He slicked his tongue down her neck, over the soft curve between her plumped up breasts, then sucked on her nipples, back and forth until she writhed for him.

With a gentle scrape of his teeth, he whispered a promise to come back to them again, then kissed down her torso. Her muscles trembled for him as he teased his fingers along the edges of her swimsuit bottoms.

“You can undo those,” she breathed, and that was all the permission he needed. Two tugs and she was naked for him, her hips pressing into the air as he fit himself between her legs.

She was completely bare, her folds swollen and her slit glistening in the setting sun. Fucking hell. Her pussy was wet for him, and he couldn’t wait a second longer for a taste.

He dropped to his belly, finding a position that worked for his cock as much as it did his mouth, and he licked her slit from bottom to top, then down again. She bloomed for him, inviting his tongue deeper into her pussy.

God, she was impossibly smooth. Even as he licked her, she made him think of what could come next. He wanted to rub his cock through her folds, nudge it against her clit, spank her with the heavy length of it until she begged him to get inside her. And even then, he’d still take his time. Savor the press as she took him into her body. Watch as her juices clung to him, made him wet as he pulsed in and out, working his way into her hot, tight hole.

Fuck, he was a dirty man. And he wanted to do dirty, depraved things to her.

He rocked his tongue against her clit, flexing it firmly.

“Oh, that’s so good,” she purred.

“You like that? My tongue on your clit? You’re getting so wet for me.”

“Love it. More. Lick me lower.”

He did just that, sliding down, then flicking back up again. Lick. Flick. Lick, longer this time. Lower. Her hips curled up, inviting him to go further, and he followed the curve of her body until she gasped.

“Quinn!” His name on her lips, a bright, surprised reaction, was better than fireworks or a ticker tape parade. “Oh, yes!”

He eased himself up onto his forearms, rising over her, bringing her body with him so she was curved up. Her pussy on display. A feast for one, and he gorged himself.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging, holding him in place as she rocked shamelessly, rutting against his tongue and his wide-open mouth. Give it to me, he begged silently, his mouth too busy to voice the command out loud.

She gave it anyway, squeezing his head between her thighs, then falling back to the blanket in a shuddering mess.

She was beautiful beyond words.

One week, five days, wasn’t long enough.

As he kissed his way up her inner thigh, he promised himself he’d find a way to get up to the state of Washington before too long.

She reached for his hand and tugged him lie beside her on the blanket. He rolled her onto her side and fit behind her, so they could watch the sunset together, but it didn’t take long for her to start pressing her naked bottom back against his cock. Only the fabric of his shorts separated them, and it wasn’t enough to keep his dick from panting for more attention.

“Your turn,” she whispered, snaking her hand between their bodies. She fumbled with the lacing at his waistband, so he helped her, their fingers tangling together, and then she had his cock in her hand and nothing had ever felt better.

She turned and jerked him slowly as she looped her other arm around his neck, pulling him close for a sloppy kiss, all tongue and wet lips.

He shoved his shorts down his legs. He wanted them both naked, their limbs entwined. She pressed tighter against him, the softness of her breasts a tantalizing counter to the sureness of her grip as they rolled, tumbling together until he was on his back and she was kneeling between his legs.

His turn indeed.

Her hand moved faster now, a firm squeeze around his cock that tightened as he groaned for her.

“Are you going to come for me? I want you to coat my hand, Quinn. Let’s see how far the first shot can fly, and then I’m going to milk the rest out of you.”

Jesus, she had a mouth on her, and he loved it. Darkness crowded the corners of his vision as she stroked him faster. He wanted to tell her to squeeze him even harder, but words were beyond him. All he could do was grunt, then tip back his head and shout as she did exactly what he wanted anyway. Yes, fuck, yes, that, heaven fucking help him, he was gonna die from how good it was.

A fucking hand job.

His legs started to shake and his hips jerked completely of their own volition. He was gonna spray her with his come. Her tits, her hand, maybe even her pretty, angelic face, all tan and glowing in the lantern light as she tugged on his fucking dick.

“Angel…” he groaned, a stretched out, gasping endearment as her hand flew up and down his shaft.

“Such a good boy,” she murmured, and his balls clenched. He was nobody’s boy…except Christ, he was close now. Boiling need surged forward. To mark her, claim her, service her. Be good for her.

He sucked in a last, desperate breath and held it as she pulled him around the corner of no-return and sent him flying.