Kate couldn’t stop touching him. Everywhere. It had taken her a minute to regain control of her arms, her hands, and her fingers, but then she pushed him onto his back and lifted to her side, her gaze roaming boldly all over his body.

He was fit and built. His skin was lighter than hers, typical of someone with his shade of strawberry-blond hair. So sexy. She leaned over his chest and flicked her tongue against his nipple.

He moaned, his hand running up and down her body.

Her gaze wandered lower to fully take in his length. Maybe it had been slightly less erect for a moment after he’d pulled out of her, but now it was back to being completely full. It bobbed in front of her eyes.

He ran a hand up his side and clasped it while she watched, his fingers gently easing up and down the shaft.

When she lifted her gaze to his, she found him staring at her. He released his length to reach for her breast, cupping it, molding it, flicking his thumb over the nipple. “You okay?” he asked, his voice throaty.

She smiled. “Perfect.” Wetness coated her thighs, and she wanted to clean up a bit so they could repeat the performance.

As she started to push off him, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down for a kiss. “Stay here,” he murmured against her lips. He flattened her onto her back with his hands at her shoulders and left her lying on the bed.

Thirty seconds later he was back with a washcloth in his hands.

Maybe she should have been embarrassed to have him clean her off, but she wasn’t. It was so intimate and personal the way he gently parted her legs and wiped the evidence of their lovemaking away. Next, he stroked the washcloth over his shaft too.

When he was done, he climbed up beside her again and pulled her against his chest.

The sun had almost disappeared from the sky, leaving them in the dim light bathing the room. Soon it would be completely dark.

“We didn’t eat,” she whispered while dragging her fingers up and down his chest.

“Hmmm. I’m not ready to move yet.”

She smiled against his chest. “We didn’t resolve our disagreement either.”

He chuckled this time and hugged her closer. “We were never having a disagreement. It was all in your head.”

She lifted her chin to set it on his chest, frowning at him. “How do you figure it’s all in my head?”

He lifted his face and kissed her lips before dropping back again. “Because I would never do something that makes you uncomfortable. Not in this bed nor in our lives. If you don’t want to go to Montana, that’s the end of the discussion. We won’t go.”

She flinched and pushed off him, wanting to more fully see his face even though they were quickly losing light. “You can’t do that.”

He lifted a brow. “Why not? Of course, I can.”

She shook her head. “That’s not a negotiation.”

He chuckled again. “Okay, but it’s me making my woman happy. And that’s all that matters.”

“Not even close. You said we needed to discuss things.”

“We are discussing things.” He was still stroking her back even though she was now sitting next to him, her hand on his chest. “You said you didn’t want to go to Montana, and I’m saying, okay, we won’t.”

Her spine straightened. “That’s ridiculous. It doesn’t work that way. After you just gave me a long speech about talking things out, you’re just going to roll over and let me decide everything?”

He started laughing now, and he pushed himself to sitting, grabbed her by the waist, and flipped her once again onto her back so he could hover over her. His fingers danced up and down her body from her outer thigh to the space between her breasts.

Her body came alive again at his touch. “It’s still a negotiation, hon. I’m just using my judgment with regard to the level of importance of this topic to you. If you had asked my opinion about sausage or pepperoni pizza, maybe we could have learned each other’s preferences and ordered half and half, but you were willing to break up with me over stepping foot in Montana, so that put a period on that sentence. In the event of one topic being a deal breaker, I’m not an idiot.”

She rolled her eyes. “I might have spoken rashly.”

He gave her a ridiculous grin, wagging his eyes. “Are you saying now that I have you naked and made you hum a few times, you aren’t as inclined to break up with me?” he teased, his palm landing on her breast, his fingers toying with her nipple.

She moaned, her eyes rolling back. When she could find her voice again, she licked her lips. “You could probably convince me to do just about anything while you’re touching me like that.”

He lowered his face to suck her nipple into his mouth. When his tongue reached out to flick over the distended tip, she grabbed his arm. How could she be this aroused again so soon?

He released her nipple with a pop. “Perhaps I could convince you to let me taste more than just your sweet breasts.”

For a moment, she wasn’t sure what he meant, but while she was still making sense of his words, he climbed between her legs, spread them wide open, and nibbled a path down her belly.

She grabbed his shoulders. Holy shit. “That wasn’t what I had in mind for dinner,” she choked out. Was he really going down on her?

Oh yeah. He totally was. The second his lips landed on her clit, worshiping it with the flick of his tongue, she cried out. She had thought nothing could be better than the feel of his fingers making her come. And then nothing could have prepared her for the deeper orgasm she’d experienced with him buried inside her.

But now… Lordy.

His lips became more urgent, sucking her clit between them while lathing it with his tongue. The intimacy was so erotic she didn’t have time to be embarrassed.

His hands were on her spread thighs, pressing them open while he devoured her most private parts.

Heaven. This was what heaven felt like.

When he thrust his tongue inside her, she gripped his shoulders tighter and moaned so loud it vibrated throughout the cabin. “Graham…”

He went back to her clit next, sucking urgently, flicking his tongue again and again while he drew her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. This may have been his first experience with sex, but the man was a medical professional, and he’d clearly spent some time studying the female anatomy.

In moments she was right there. So close. She held her breath, tipping her head back, trying to hold off another moment so she could enjoy every second of this torture.

She couldn’t win that battle, though. He sucked her clit hard, forcing her orgasm to rush through her body. Her ears rang as her body shook. Her brain was mush, every ounce of her attention on the pulses that seemed to flow from her entire body through her sex.

It wasn’t until she shuddered that he released her. Somehow he sensed that she was too sensitive to take any more. As he climbed back up her body to hover over her sated form, he wiped his mouth with his fingers and smiled. “Now we can find something for dinner.”

She giggled, unable to stop the emotion from erupting. “You just ate.”

He shrugged. “Appetizer.”

There was nothing in the world sexier than watching Kate wander around in the kitchen naked. They had turned on the lights, but he’d managed to convince her that clothing wasn’t necessary.

For a moment, she’d glanced around at the windows, but then he’d reasoned with her that no one could see them in this cabin tucked between the trees.

There was a god because she got over both her concern about the neighbors and her modesty. If he wasn’t mistaken, she was actually empowered by her ability to so easily arouse him, and flaunting her assets more than necessary to get a rise out of him. Literally.

He was not about to argue. Instead, he leaned against the wall next to the fridge and watched her make sandwiches. They didn’t need words for that. She knew exactly how he liked his sandwich.

Everything about this night was perfect. She was his. She was no longer freaking out. She was calm and sated and happy and glowing. And he’d done that to her. If he could do that every day for the rest of their lives, he would be a happy man.

She finally pointed at a chair at the small table for two. “Sit. Eat. You’re gonna need your strength so you can do that thing with your tongue again in a while.” She flushed, but it was cute as hell that she’d forced herself to speak those words.

He shoved off the wall and sauntered toward her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close to plant a kiss on her lips. “You’ll never have to work hard to convince me to eat you, hon. The reward was in the way you moaned and called my name. Music.”

She flushed a deeper red, shoved him into the chair, and took a seat across from him. “Lucky for you it’s summer, otherwise we’d be freezing right now and I’d be covered in a sweatshirt and leggings.”

“Mmm,” he said around his bite as he worked to swallow it. “Maybe we should move to California or Florida.”

She swatted at him playfully.

“Or perhaps one of those islands with nude beaches.”

She groaned. “I’m nervous enough walking around naked in front of these windows in the middle of the woods. You think I’m going to lie on a public beach with no bikini?”

“You’re right. That wouldn’t work. I’d have to fight off everyone who walked by. We’ll get one of those little gondola thingies that are out in the water. A private one.”

She giggled. “Okay. It’s a deal. As soon as we win the lottery.”

He reached across the table, cupped her cheek, and stroked her chin with his thumb. After searching her face and making sure he had her full attention, he spoke again. “How about we spend the next two days doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and fucking? After that we can discuss the future and make a plan.”

She smiled. “I love that idea.”