“Touch you…here?” I ask, letting my thumbs run just inside the lace, not close enough to her nipples, which I know is where she wants my hands to go. If she arches any more, she will literally be doing a beck bend.

I feel her swallow, hear her breath falter as her lips part, but barely, and I let my thumbs trace the same path again, only this time moving closer to the peaks, touching more of her breast, my other fingers caressing the sides, teasing her more. Her body squirms against me and she leans her head even more to the side until her teeth find the fabric of my sweater and grab hold.

“Please,” she whimpers.

I wouldn’t be able to handle teasing her again either, so this time my thumbs sink completely into her lace bra, pulling the cups down and finding the hard peaks of her nipples desperate and waiting for me. The roughness of the pads of my thumbs run over each slowly, and Paige shifts her lower body, which makes me wish like hell I could shift mine too. I distract myself with my tongue against her neck, letting my teeth drag against her collar bone, but my eyes catch the sight of her naked breasts, her nipples hard and bare in the night air, out here where anyone could find us. Not that anyone would, but even the subtle threat makes all of this that much hotter.

My lips suck against her skin while my hands move around her breasts, finding the hard pebbles of her nipples again, and bringing them between my thumb and finger for a gentle pull, which only makes Paige writhe against me more.

Feeling brave, I let my right hand slide lower against her ribs, down her abdomen and against the wet lace of her panties, my fingers cupping her center and wishing they were inside. I run my hand over her again, and she lets her legs fall open to me, a nonverbal permission to dip my fingers beneath the material and touch her sensitive skin directly. Everything about her is warm and wet, and as I let my fingers run through her center, teasing and dipping inside her, I pull her into me so I can feel the weight of her body against my hardness.

“Please say you brought something,” she says, her eyes peering up at me now, her head tilted and wanting, everything about her wanting.

“I did,” I say, my voice coming out relieved and excited. Shit, I don’t want her to think that’s what my motive was all along. “I wasn’t planning on…on this. Really, I swear to god there is food in the cooler. This was supposed to be a picnic.” I’m babbling, but stop abruptly as she sits back on her knees in front of me, now facing me, her hands working to unbutton my jeans. I help her. Or I help until her hands find my hardness, then I fall back against the slide, the wind almost knocked out of me just from her touch.

“Houston…” she says, her hand stroking me once as she leans forward, her blond hair feathering against my chest as her other hand moves my sweater up so she can feel my bare skin. “The fact that you didn’t plan this is precisely why I want it so bad. Like…now,” she says, biting her lip. Her hand moves against me a few more times before she tugs my jeans lower. I feel her reach into the pocket of my jeans, and I lift my head to make eye contact with her, nodding that she’s looking in the right place.

She finds the condom quickly, tearing it open with her teeth. As she reaches for me, my hands automatically go to hers to take over. I’m kind of paranoid about making sure I do this right, given my history, and thank god she doesn’t make me explain it. She just lets me finish putting it on, then grabs my wrists when I’m done and guides my arms back over my head, holding me hostage.

I surrender.

The time it takes for her to crawl forward until she’s straddling me is short yet torturous, but once she’s there, she positions herself quickly, moving her panties out of the way just enough for me to find her entry—to slide into her and for her body to fall onto me.

“Holy fucking Christ,” I say in one breath, my eyelids closing from being overcome with exactly how amazing this feels. I hear her breathe as she moves, and I’m able to will my eyes open just in time to see her close hers. I watch her move against me, lifting and falling as her hands leave my wrists and move to her dress, pulling it up and over her breasts—seeing them from this angle, they may in fact be the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.

I slide my hands up her thighs deliberately, stopping at her hips and letting my hands caress her ass, wanting to dig my fingers into her supple skin. I continue my path to her breasts and run my palms over her nipples again, watching her body convulse when I do. As much as her movement paralyzes me, mine seems to electrify her, each pass of my thumb over the hardness of her nipples coaxing her to let me sink even deeper into her.