First he wanted to watch her ride that wave. He slid a finger into her entrance, circling it so it rubbed against every millimeter of her, slow and steady. Her thighs quivered and she lifted her hips in a silent plea for more.

“What do you want?” he asked.

She grabbed the edges of the table as if she had to anchor herself to reality. He understood the need exactly, except he was anchoring himself to her. Nothing felt more right than that. Forget one-night rules or zip-code requirements or anything else. This was where he belonged—with Shelby always.

“So slick. So soft. Let’s see how you taste.” The truth was, he couldn’t wait any longer.

Lowering his mouth to her core, he lapped at her folds as she twined her fingers through his hair in encouragement. She didn’t have to worry; he’d give her whatever she wanted. He glided his tongue across her clit, hard enough to push her to the edge but soft enough to leave her wavering on it without going over. Mouth, tongue, and fingers, he used them all to take her higher, to make her feel at this moment the way he felt about her every time he saw her—that rush of excitement and desire and something more that made being with her different. He couldn’t explain it. He didn’t understand it. He just needed her. Period.

…

Shelby was on the edge. With each touch, each lick, the pleasure pulsed through her, She’d known it would be like this from their first kiss in the cabin—an almost desperate need for him and him alone. The electric vibrations in her thighs built higher and higher until her orgasm broke.

A blissful haze surrounded her, making any movement seem like it was beyond possibility, but she couldn’t let it take over just yet. She needed more. She needed Ian. Sitting up, she looked at him standing between her legs, a lusty gleam darkening his eyes, his lips wet with her pleasure, and the clear outline of his hard cock visible against his jeans.

She got down from the table and reached behind her to unfasten her bra, slipping it off and dropping it to the floor. He, however, had too many clothes on. Without hesitation, she grasped the hem of his T-shirt and yanked it up, pulling it over his head, and tossing it away. Next, she went to work on his jeans, lowering the zipper, barely breathing as she did so, desperate to feel him.