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He waded back in and as soon as they hit the blanket, he went down to his knees. Reaching for his jeans, he sucked one of her glistening nipples into his mouth at the same time, unable to help himself. Lucy arched in his arms, slick thighs spreading, cradling his hips.

“Quickly.” Her voice was breathless and husky.

Just the sound of that need, for him, had his balls drawing up tight. He grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it on, feeling the same urgency that she was feeling. Then he was sliding inside her. “Shit, baby, can’t get enough of this, the way you feel wrapped around me.”

In response, she arched into his deep thrust, lips parting on a throaty moan. Then they were moving together, slipping and sliding and grinding. Shit, he felt out of control, lost to the woman beneath him, but then she shoved him to his back and everything changed in a way he knew he was never coming back from. Her wet skin fucking shone, those cherry-tipped, perfect handful-sized tits bouncing, begging for his mouth—and he was lost. Nothing, nothing, ever had or ever would top the sight of Lucy naked, riding him outside at one of his favorite places in the world. This place would never be the same. It was altered forever.

It was their special place now—his and Lucy’s—and he knew in that moment he would never come there with another soul for as long as he lived.

He dug his fingers into her hips, reveling in the way she rolled against him, the sight of her abdominal muscles flexing as she moved, head dropped back, lips parted. He could feel water drip from the tips of her wet hair onto his thighs and fuck knows how, but it added a whole extra erotic element that had him close to blowing the hell up.

“Look at me, Lucy.” He needed her eyes on him, needed it in a way he didn’t understand. She looked down, lids heavy with lust, teeth sunk into her lower lip. Shit. He reached up, curled his fingers around the side of her slender throat, and drew her down, kissing her hard and deep as he jerked his hips up to meet hers. His other hand went between them and he slid his thumb over her tight little clit.

She pulled away from his mouth on a gasp, eyes drifting shut.

“Open. Keep your eyes open.”

She blinked, eyes locking with his and he watched as she flew apart on top of him, her cries echoing around the lake. It was the sexiest, most exquisite thing he’d ever seen.

When she dropped down on top of him, he flipped her onto her back, spreading her nice and wide, and thrust back in, pounding into her. Lucy dug her fingers into his ass, the other hand sliding up his back, fisting his hair, yanking him down for a hot, open-mouthed kiss. He slammed deep, a wild sound tearing from him. His hips moved on their own, thrusting and grinding, fucking into her. It wasn’t until he was almost spent that he realized Lucy was coming again, her tight pussy squeezing down on him. Somehow he managed to keep his head up so he could watch her, sliding against her while he did, making sure her clit got the attention she needed.

Finally she went lax, arms sliding away down by her sides so only her fingers were grazing the sides of his ass.

“You killed me,” she murmured. “Just…fucked the life right out of me.”

Her eyes were closed and he couldn’t help but kiss that soft mouth again. He was goddamn obsessed with it, with her taste, the feel of her tongue against his. “You complaining?” he said against her sweet-as-candy lips. They were keeping it light, when what they’d done was anything but fucking. Lucy knew it, too, and he got the feeling that was the real reason she had her eyes closed. If she looked at him, he’d see the truth and he knew she’d see the same in him.

He collapsed onto the blanket, moving in behind her so they could each get their shit together in private.

“That was the first time I’ve had sex outdoors,” she said into the silence.

That was the first time I’ve ever made love. The words flew through his mind without his say-so. He always thought using those words to describe sex was cheesy as hell. They didn’t feel that way now. Fuck.

“Glad to check a box on your bucket list. I’m here to serve, after all.” He meant it to sound light, teasing. What came out had an edge of bitterness that he fucking hated. It had nothing to do with Lucy, or maybe it had everything to do with her? He was having trouble getting his head around the feelings and emotions bombarding him in that moment. More than anything, he was pissed at himself. He’d fucked himself up beyond repair, so much so he would never be any good for anyone. Not even Lucy. But he already knew that, and he didn’t think he’d ever get over it.

She twisted in his arms. “That’s not…I wasn’t…” She slapped his arm hard.

“Ow!” He frowned. “What was that for?”

“Cut the self-depreciating crap.”

“What?”

“I didn’t force you to have sex with me. And you seemed to enjoy it just fine.”

What now? “Of course I did—”

“Then cut that shit out. Do you think I’m using you for your body?” She placed her hand on the side of his face. “For this gorgeous face?”

“I…” He didn’t know what the hell to say. He’d pissed her off and he was afraid he’d say the wrong thing and get a knee to the balls.

“Well?” she said, eyes now blazing.

“I, ah…”

“When you go home with some random bar bunny and screw her brains out, are you thinking long-term relationship? Are you all bitter and twisted when they leave in the morning?”

Now he was getting pissed. “No. Of course not.”