She doesn’t pull away from my advance, instead one hand fists my T-shirt to keep me in place. I push my hands into her long, brown hair as I try to figure out how I’ve lived this long without ever kissing her. Her tongue is cool from the ice cream and runs along mine. Mia isn’t one to shy away from what she wants and the fact she wants me, or at the very least my lips in this moment has my heart fluttering like some lovesick fool from the movies.

Her legs clench around my thighs, locking me to her. An internal debate runs in my head.

Take your time, savor the moment, there’s too much baggage between us for this to happen a second time.

But already I know—one taste will never be enough.

Her hand releases my shirt and I draw my hands away, letting her hair fall back down as our lips slow to a close. I draw back and eye her beautiful, swollen red lips.

“I’m sorry,” I say, immediately regretting making it even more weird between us.

“Don’t be.” She lets a small giggle escape. “I’ve dreamed of that moment most of my adolescence.”

We both smile and though my dick is screaming for me to go back for more, something stops me.

“Grady?”

My gaze flies up to her.

“I’m not looking for a ring or some declaration of everlasting love.” She tilts her head, studying my reaction.

My heart sputters. Is she saying what I think she is?

“I want you,” I whisper, my forehead falling to rest on hers. My hands disobey my brain’s instructions of hands-off, and instead I grab the strings of her sweatshirt, wrapping them around my fingers.

“Then have me.”

When silence bears down heavily on us, her hands move up to cradle my face, forcing me to look directly at her. “Don’t overthink this, just go with it.”

My hands push up under her sweatshirt, sliding it off her shoulders. I need to taste her and so I cast small kisses up her bare shoulder and down her collarbone. She falls back on her hands, allowing my teeth to grab a hold of her nipple through her thin tank top.

Mia’s breath leaves her in a rush. “Oh.” Her body freezes for a moment and then I suck her entire nipple into my mouth, my tongue twirling the hard nub around. My other hand glides up her ribcage and pulls the tank top down on one side, revealing a perfect, perky tit with a kissable nipple.

I move over to her exposed tit and take it into my mouth roughly. The first taste only makes me hungrier, and I slide a hand down the front of her pajama pants, finding her bare and slick.

“Oh, please, Grady,” she pants, her back arching, offering me even more of her.

My cock grows more rigid and throbs with an unbearable ache, needing to get inside of her. I lift her up off the counter, heading toward the great room and lower her to the couch. Grabbing the edges of her pajama pants, I slide them down her legs.

Her perfect bare pussy glistens with wetness as my prize for unwrapping what will be my sweetest present ever. My dick is standing at full salute in my pajama pants and she notices, licking her lips when she does.

I wish Mia would stay down so I could examine every inch I’m about to taste, but Mia always does what she wants. She gets up on her knees, her hand sliding up the front of my pajama pants, fisting my dick through the thin fabric. Jesus, her hands release any remaining restraint I had.

I reach out, pulling the hem of her tank top up and over her head. She has to take her hands off my dick momentarily, but lucky me—she uses a switching hands technique and now I know for certain that mine isn’t the first dick she’s touched.

Rest assured, I’ll make sure it’s the one she remembers most.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” I take in all of her. Her olive skin flawless from top to bottom. Her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, almost touching her nipples. Her doe eyes that silently beg for me to take her.

She scoots closer to me, hooking her fingers on either side of my pants and sliding them up and over my erection until I step out of them.

“Impressive.” She stares at my cock with a hungry look and I say a quick thank you for being blessed between the legs.

“Not even in the same realm as you.” I take in her puckered nipples, my mouth salivating to latch on like some preteen kid who’s looking at his first porno mag.

Her cheeks flush and she rises to her feet, taking my shirt with her until it’s stripped off my body, joining our other clothes. Then without warning, she hops up and I catch her. We’re skin to skin. Her erect nipples press into my chest and the wetness between her legs coats my stomach. The tip of my dick is so close to her pussy that it’s almost painful to resist its siren call.

“Condom?” I ask, panting.

“Definitely.”

A short burst of excitement races through me at the thought that if she’s not on the pill or have one of those things inside of her, she probably doesn’t do this all the time. Maybe there are a few things I’ll be the first person she experiences them with.

“My room then,” I say and start walking with her still in my arms.

Her lips attach to mine, not that I’m complaining, this cabin is entirely too large when you have a gorgeous woman strapped like a koala bear to your body and a condom isn’t within reach.

What seems like a lifetime later, I kick my door open and dispose of her on my bed. Oh, how I wish this was my actual bed at home, so I could mentally catalogue that picture for the remainder of my days.

She watches me as I go to my suitcase, grabbing a condom. I toss a few on the bed and start crawling toward her.

“Someone thinks a lot of himself,” she says, glancing to her side.

With my hands on either side of her body, I laugh. “Sweetheart, you’ll be begging for more.”

She falls into laughter and gently pushes my shoulder. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Get back to me afterward.” My head dips down to her neck and she turns it to the side, giving me access.

Her fingers grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. The tip of my dick teases her entrance, and she starts to grind. If I’m not careful, I’m going to slip into her wetness and lose all rational thought.

“Now. Please.” My tongue leaves the sweetness of her skin and I sit back on my legs, stripping one condom off the row and opening it up.

“You’re so...” She stops and our eyes meet as I roll the condom over myself.

“What?”

“Just.” For the first time, Mia’s voice is tentative and I hate the fact she doesn’t feel comfortable telling me what she’s thinking. That’s not like her.

Lowering my body on top of her, I flex my hips.

I brush her hair off her sweaty forehead. “Tell me.”

“You’re just really...good looking.”

My eyebrows raise and she tucks her head into the crook of my neck, embarrassed.

“Well, thank you, you’re really...cute.” She slaps my back and I lean back, my hands cradling her face. “Relax. It’s just me.”

Her eyes fill with so much emotion I have a hard time processing it all.

“That’s the problem.” She swallows hard. “It’s you.”

I shake my head. “Just go with it.” I throw her words back at her and she giggles until I swallow it down with my own mouth as I slowly slide into her.

Her hips rise off the mattress and her fingers tighten on my skin while a moan catches in her throat. Not stopping the kiss, I wait until I’m fully seated, then pause for a moment so she can get used to me.

Instantly she grinds, circling her hips and I take that as my sign she’s ready for more. Our lips devour one another’s, our tongues battling for dominance as I thrust in and out of her. Sometime later she pushes on my shoulder and I follow her lead and flip onto my back so she’s straddling me.

“Thatta girl,” I urge the sexual kitten on.

I slide right back in without any resistance, my hands cupping her tits, my fingers tweaking her nipples. My cock is deep inside her and she keeps making little circles on top of me, spurring me to heights I’m unsure I can control. Needing to slow the pace, my hands reluctantly leave her breasts to mold to her hips where I rock her back and forth on me.

She falls forward, grabbing the edge of my headboard, her nipple right in front of my mouth. Taking the opportunity, I suck it in past my lips, twirling it with my tongue, and it’s her undoing as she rides up and down on my cock.

“Shit, Grady.” My name comes out as a plea for more. Her orgasm overtakes her body, she clenches around me, her body trembling as my cock pulses inside of her.

My fingers dig into her hips, making sure she doesn’t move an inch. When they finally loosen, her body falls on top of me. I trace the arch of her sweaty back as her labored breaths create the sweetest melody in my ear.

“Did I live up to the hype?” I ask.

Her giggles vibrate along my skin. Eventually, she picks up her head and rests it on my chest. “Better.” She winks.

I blink. For a moment, the resemblance to Brandon makes my gut twist and harden. Will I be responsible for bringing down two Salters?