Page 44 of Dandelion Sighs

He opened the door. “There. Front door service.”

I swung my legs around, but he didn’t back up. As much as I liked him there, he was the one who had somewhere to be. “You’ve gotta let me out.”

Tension stroked across his face, and his biceps bulged from gripping the frame of the door. “I’ve got some time.”

“Oh?” He’d said it wasn’t for an hour, but he had to clean up.

“Yeah, boss.” He dropped his hands to my thighs and pushed up. “I’d like to live up to what I was talking about earlier.”

“Oh.” My mouth went dry, and I scanned the area. We were mostly blocked from the view of the road, the house providing some privacy. We could go inside, but that’d take time. It’d break this spell between us. “Now?”

“I feel like I’ve been waiting forever, Sheridan.” He leaned in, his rough hands sliding higher. “Can I taste you?”

My whole body quivered. Answer. Don’t think and answer. “Yes.”

A slow grin spread across his face, stretching those lips I would be putting mine on wide. He claimed my mouth, then tugged my towel open. Without the flimsy fold-over clasp, the material fell apart. The air-conditioning of the pickup wafted over me. Shivers dotted my skin, but I wound my arms around his neck. This was finally happening.

Oh god. Was this really happening?

He pulled back enough to cup my face. “Don’t overthink. Just feel.”

Okay. My brain glitched out. He swept his tongue inside, finding mine, and drew me into a dance I’d never thought I’d done well before. It’d been the partner, not me.

Just like he said he would, he kissed his way down my neck, his hot breath searing my throat. I arched into him when he reached my breasts. A growl ripped from him when he hit the fabric of my swimsuit. He lifted his head. His gaze was feral. Dark eyes, hard jaw, longing painted on every plane of his jaw.

He unhooked my arms. “Lean back, Sheridan. I don’t have much time, and I don’t want any more delays.”

My body answered before he even finished his question. He made another guttural sound and yanked my straps down to nearly my elbows. My boobs stayed mostly contained. He narrowed his eyes, and the calloused tips of his fingers brushed my skin when he jerked the top down.

I sucked in a breath. I was exposed, and his head was right there.

“Dusty rose,” he said softly. “Just like you said.”

He lowered his mouth to a nipple, and I watched my flesh disappear between his lips. I dropped my head back. It was like his tongue was a live wire. Every time it stroked over my tight bud, electricity filled me. With nowhere to go, it built inside me, pushing out on my skin like it was too tight. If we’d done this in the lake, I’d have created a tidal wave when I exploded.

He switched to the other nipple. I cradled him with my legs. We were skin on skin. Only the rest of my suit and his trunks were between us.

The console dug into my back, so I gripped the cupholder with one hand and the headrest of the passenger seat with the other.

“Spread your legs farther,” he said roughly, backing up.

My stomach filled with butterflies, but I did as he asked.

The ever-present insecurity lifted its pesky head. Should I shower first? What would he think? “I’m— The lake…”

“A little lake water isn’t stopping me.” He didn’t peel my swimsuit down. Instead, he rimmed his fingers under the hem at my hip.

I almost jackknifed off the seat. He lifted a brow as if he was asking if he could continue.

“I’m nervous.” But I sounded needy.

“Then I’m not doing it right.” He slid his fingers closer to the apex of my thighs.

“No, you are.” I was crawling out of the seat. “You’re just so…potent.”

The corner of his mouth tipped up. “You think so?”

His fingers were right over my pussy, pulling the material away from my skin. He wasn’t touching me, but I vibrated like that energy in him was coursing through to me. “Yes?”