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She’d gasp, and her big, brown eyes would widen. Her lashes would flutter, her nails drag down my neck.

“Can I help you?”

I jerk my head up to find the clerk is staring at me expectantly.

“No,” I say, setting my things down.

“Did you need anything else?”

I glance back at the condoms and take my wallet out. “No, this is it.”

When I step onto the porch, Diane is standing outside the truck. My hat is big, and it sits too low, close to her eyes. Her flyaway curls flutter in the hot wind. She’s got her arms crossed over her chest.

“Where are we going now?” she asks.

I jerk my head towards the dirt path. “Down there.”

She circles the truck, staring down the hill. “What’s down there?”

“Just a place to sit,” I say.

A place to be alone.

She doesn’t wait for me. Short skirt swaying, she moves down the dirt path. I follow a few steps behind until we bottom out at the dusty bank of the creek. The trees move slowly overhead, and the air is hot already. It’s private, which makes it a hot spot for couples trying to skinny dip or fuck on the bank.

But she doesn’t know that.

She starts taking off her boots. I sink down and set the bag aside. Her legs are long, even though she’s not that tall. They keep grabbing my attention, pulling my mind under her skirt. I rest my elbow on my cocked knee, squinting up at her as she tugs her socks off.

“You want to go wading?” she asks.

I shake my head. “No, I’ve got the best seat in the house right here.”

She blushes again, and it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Without thinking, I beckon her, and to my surprise, she comes, standing between my boots with her hands tucked behind her back.

“Have you ever been kissed, Miss Carter?” I ask.

Her blush deepens as her eyes dart down. She’s embarrassed, but she’s got no reason to be. Finally, not meeting my gaze, she shakes her head.

I have two reactions at the same time: surprise and satisfaction.

“Come here,” I say, reaching for her waist.

She gasps when I lift her and set her on my lap. Her skirt rides up and bares her thighs. I lean in, my hand sliding to her lower back. The air between us is thick, like static electricity.

Her lips part, and my eyes fall.

“I hope you weren’t saving that first kiss for anyone, Miss Carter,” I say quietly. “Because I think it’s mine.”

Her throat bobs.

I lean in and kiss her softly. At first, she tenses, and I rub her back in slow circles absently because I’m occupied. Her lips are so fucking soft, and the feeling of them on mine goes right to my dick. I’m rock hard under my zipper.

All I know is, I can’t be too much, too soon.

But, God, I want to be. I want this woman with every fiber of my being.

Instead, I go slow and let her catch up. She’s clumsy at first, but as the kiss goes on, she figures it out. Slowly, I increase the pressureuntil her lips part. Then, I kiss her long and deep, giving her a taste of my tongue.

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