Addy wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but kissing Remington felt so right, it pushed all the worries in her head aside.

The cool water, the warm body of the man who held her, the gentle haze of moonlight surrounding them all made it feel like one of her crazy fantasies.

Her soft kiss seemed to light Remington on fire.

He clutched her to him, cupped her cheek in one large hand and kissed her back, hard and hungry.

Addy moaned into his mouth and pressed herself closer to his big body.

Remington slid his hands down over her hips.

The next thing she knew, Addy was being lifted out of the water. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, pressing her core against his rigid cock through the wet fabric of their clothing.

He abandoned her mouth to nuzzle her neck as he carried her out of the water, laid her down on the mossy bank.

Addy sighed and looked up at the stars. They were dazzling tonight, twinkling as if they shared a secret joke with her.

Remington’s warm mouth traveled down to her breasts as he peeled her t-shirt over her head, and tugged at the string that held her bikini in place.

Addy felt the cool air on her breasts, followed by the warmth of Remington’s mouth.

Her head leaned back on the moss as her whole body sang with pleasure.

This wasn’t the first time she’d ever been touched. But it felt like something new, a yearning for more shot through her and she felt helpless in the face of so much need.

But Remington was already moving lower, peeling down her shorts and bikini bottoms.

Addy hadn’t skipped any meals this summer. She was tan and well-fed. The guys at Maxwell’s never had any complaints about her curvy, athletic body. But she found herself holding her breath, wondering what this man would make of a form that didn’t match the chiseled magazine model perfection of his own.

“Addy,” he groaned.

She opened her eyes and tried to memorize the expression on his face as he gazed at her body, seemingly overcome with desire.

Before she could respond, he had fallen on her. He covered her ribs with tender kisses, making her giggle as the rough stubble of his jaw grazed the sensitive skin.

He moved down to her belly, rubbing his face unabashedly against her, exploring her belly button with his inquisitive tongue until she laughed and begged him to stop.

Then he moved lower still.

Addy’s laughter was forgotten. She waited and the world seemed to float as Remington’s lips caressed the place where her thighs met her hips.

Then he lowered his face to her sex, lapped at her opening.

Addy whined at the sensations that shot through her, the pleasure so acute it was almost like pain.

He moaned against her and the vibration of his deep voice reverberated through her whole body.

Addy found herself tangling her hands in his hair, her hips quivering with the effort not to press herself up against his face.

He slid a hand up to open her to him, licking and sucking at her stiffening clitoris, as he pressed a single finger inside to explore and massage her in the most inquisitive way.

Desperately, Addy tried not to climax. She wanted the moment to go on forever, wanted to see what he would do next, this man who was new to being a man but who seemed to instinctively know everything about loving a woman.

But Remington made a sound of satisfaction in his throat that pushed her over the edge and a second later she was writhing, helpless against his mouth and hand in endless waves of pleasure.

At last he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and crawled up to her.

His eyes were shining, though his jaw was set and tight with need.

She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“That was amazing,” they whispered at the same time.

She giggled and felt him smiling against her hair.

But this would not do. She had to return the favor.

Addy buried her face in Remington’s neck, nipped lightly and began to suck his warm flesh.

He sighed into her hair.

She slid a hand between them and found him so hard, so responsive.

“Addy,” he murmured. “Addy, you don’t have to…”

But she wanted to.

She pushed him onto his back and lifted his t-shirt to trail kisses down the wide planes of his chest and the ripple of his abs.

She tugged his swim trunks down slightly to reveal the swollen head of his rigid penis.

He wrapped a hand in her hair.

“Addy, no,” he whispered. “You shouldn’t do this.”

She yanked herself out of his hold and resting her cheek on his belly, she extended her tongue to caress him.

He let go of her hair and groaned.

Emboldened, she slid closer, licking the whole head into her mouth, swirling her tongue and collecting the drop of salty evidence of his need for her.

His hips lifted to her and she slid a hand into his pants to release him fully.

“Addy,” a voice called softly from the lawn.

She sat up quickly, pulled her t-shirt over her head.

“Addy,” the voice said again. “It’s Honey. I’m so sorry to interrupt if you guys are still talking, but you left your phone in the cabin and your mom just called for the third time in a row. We were starting to get worried about her.”

Shit.

“Okay,” Addy called back. “Thanks, Honey. I’ll be right there.”

Remington had righted his shirt and shorts and was sitting up.

Addy pulled on her shorts and shoved her bikini in her pocket.

“I’m so sorry,” she told him.

“It’s okay,” he said. “Make sure your mother is okay. We’ll see each other tomorrow.”

His voice was tight with restrained need, and she made a mental note to thank him properly for his understanding as soon as possible.

“You’re amazing,” she told him as she scrambled off the moss and up the rocks to the lawn.