I’m not an impulsive person.
Quite frankly, I’m the exact opposite.
Impulsivity makes me feel itchy. I thrive off having a well-thought out plan for everything in my life.
It all goes to hell in this lake. The way Maisie’s toned thighs wrap around my abdomen, warmth seeping through her thin bikini bottoms, has me saying to hell with every rule I’ve ever set for myself.
At the first taste of her, I know there’s no way I could come to regret this night, even if it’s completely out of character for me.
Maybe out of character is exactly what I need.
It’s like what she said, it’s a night. Tomorrow when the sun rises, we will be able to pretend this never happened. She can go back to being the dutiful daughter and I can go back to my typical routine. Tonight, we can be whoever we want—do whatever we want.
And what I want, is to feel more of her—taste more of her.
My tongue traces the seam of her lips, begging to be let in. She lets me in easily, her hands coming to the sides of my face to pull me even closer against her.
“Holden,” she whispers, taking a deep breath before sealing her mouth to mine again.
“Is this what you wanted?” I murmur against her lips as her heels dig into my back.
She nods, nails digging into my skin when I let my lips trail over her jaw. “Do I get more than an hour?”
I laugh against her skin, remembering our earlier conversation.
It’d been my intention to not even give her the hour, and when I conceded, I hadn’t expected things to go the way they have—at least this quickly.
She jumps when I nip at the soft skin at the hollow of her neck. “It’s seeming so,” I say.
“I told you I wouldn’t let our meeting be taken for granted.” Her back arches when I lick at the spot I just bit. The thin fabric of my boxers do nothing to restrain my cock. It’s wanting to bust free at the way her body reacts to every small touch of mine.
I’m leaning in to taste her lips again when she pulls her head backwards. With a seductive smile, she reaches up to the bow at the nape of her neck. There’s no way I can look at anything but her as I watch her pull at one of the strings, knowing exactly what will happen when the knot is undone.
I was raised a gentleman, but I only have so much restraint. When her eyes look down at her exposed breasts, I’m a goner. My eyes fall to her pink, peaked nipples, wanting to ravish every single inch of skin I see.
“God damn,” I say under my breath. Cautiously, my hand comes up, aching to feel the weight of her breast in my palm.
She’s quick at undoing the knot on her back, her top now fully off. Removing my hand from her, I snatch the top, ball it up, and throw it toward the shore. “You won’t be needing this,” I demand, lifting her by the hips so I can bring her nipples closer to my mouth. Taking the pink bud between my lips I suck, marveling at the way she squirms against me.
Her nails dig into my bicep as she steadies herself against me. The moans falling from her lips mixed with the sound of our bodies moving in the water is the only sound to be heard. The red strands of her long hair dip into the water when she tips her head back in pleasure.
My lips move to the other nipple, ensuring that both get the same amount of deserved attention.
Maisie grabs my chin forcefully, directing my lips back to hers.
I allow my tongue to tangle with hers for a moment before pulling away, looking down at her through hooded eyes. “I wasn’t done with these,” my hand melds to her small, round breast.
Her teeth bite into my lip, tugging slightly. She smiles playfully in the process, the sight sending shivers down my spine at the sheer sexiness this woman I just met emits.
A woman far too young for me.
Ridding myself from doubt, I squeeze the puckered nipple between my index and pointer finger. “These are perfect,” I say. “Perfectly at attention for me.”
Her thighs clench around my middle, reminding me of the next place on her body I want to explore.
She goes in for another kiss, deepening it immediately as I turn in the direction of the shore. I keep a firm grip on her hips as I take us out of the water, only stopping when I’m able to place her against a patch of wet, soft sand.
I’m slow to lower us to the ground, enjoying the feel of her mouth against mine. Maisie’s shoulders land on the sand, my body pressing against her as I push her deeper into it.
Her nipples pushed against my chest, her hands roaming over the muscles of my back as we get lost in the kiss. Eventually, my patience wears thin—even for a patient man like me.
Pulling away, I keep my eyes pinned on her as my head lowers. Even when my lips press against her chest, her ribs, her stomach, I keep looking at her. I’m committing every single one of her movements, her sounds, to memory. I’ll need something to know this happened tomorrow, to remember that I let myself go one hot summer night.
She bites her lip when my finger dances over the hem of her bikini bottoms. I trace the sharp line of the fabric, following the cut of it from her hip down to the low part above the place I’m dying to get a taste of.
Drawing out the anticipation, I hook my fingers into each side of the bottoms. Slow enough to send my pulse racing in excitement, I pull the wet swimsuit down her thighs. Helping me out, Maisie raises her hips. The fabric is soaking wet, sticking to her smooth skin as I pull it down her legs.
I discard the bottoms somewhere to the side, too focused on the exposed part of her to care where they land. Her knees press against my sides as she tries to obstruct the view of the wetness between her thighs.
Clicking my tongue, I slide my hands down her thighs, pushing against the soft, creamy skin until her legs are pressed into the sand. “You don’t hide this from me—not tonight.”
Her ribcage comes off the sand in a deep breath. “I’m just so…” her words trail off as I run my fingertip across her pussy.
“Wet?” I finish, leaning close to her clit. My tongue licks it slowly as she writhes underneath me.
“What is happening?” she murmurs, seemingly more to herself than to me.
“This.” My answer is to take her swollen clit in my mouth and suck. Her moan is loud, luckily no one is around us to hear her sounds of pleasure except for the lake and trees.
I take my time getting familiar with the most intimate part of her. I’m a perfectionist; I was very studious through school, and right now she’s what I’m studying. With each bite and suck of her puffy lips and swollen clit, I find what she likes—what sends her into overdrive.
When her fingers tangle in my hair, pinning me against her, I know she’s close to the brink of an orgasm. My finger comes up to assist my tongue until she’s writhing underneath me, riding the waves of her climax.
I lap up all of the juices until she stills again. Slowly, she raises off the ground, giving me a dazed smile. Before I get the chance to wipe her juices off my face, she goes in for a kiss.
My cock throbs in my boxers at the realization that she’s tasting herself off my lips.
Who is this woman and why is everything she does incredibly sexy?
My entire world tilts on it’s axis when she bites her lips seductively. She confidently pushes me back until it’s me who is laying on the ground. Then, for a fleeting moment, I wish this could be more than a one night summer thing, because when she frees my cock and her tongue runs down my shaft…I’m a goner.