All at once, he slowed again, pushing hard into her and staying there as he gazed down at her. He brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her softly, lingering at her lips as he throbbed inside her. “Hold on tight.”

Before she could ask him why, he had turned them over and positioned her on top of him, all without losing their connection.

“Speaking of fucking hot,” he whispered as he reached up to cup her breasts, running his thumbs back and forth over her nipples.

Jenny flattened her hands on his chest, adjusting to the new position and the tight squeeze of his cock inside her.

“Ride me,” he said gruffly, his hands finding her hips to guide her movements.

She swiveled her hips, and he groaned, surging into her. His thumb pressed against her clit, making her stagger and lose her rhythm until he helped her find it again.

His eyes closed and his lips parted. “Yeah, like that. God… So good.”

Jenny had never been hotter in her life, and only part of that heat could be blamed on the weather.

He kept up the pressure on her clit as she moved over him, drawing a keening release from her that ripped through her body like a wildfire. She came back to reality to find him over her, hammering into her as he found his own release, surging into her again and again until he finally collapsed on top of her.

“Christ, I’m burning up.” He withdrew from her and took her hand. “Let’s go swim.”

“You expect me to move right now?”

“Come on. It’s so fucking hot I can’t breathe. We need to cool off.”

She’d never been with a guy who dropped the F bomb as often as he did, but somehow it suited him—a little rough, a little gruff, a whole lot sexy.

He coaxed her out of bed but stopped her when she reached for a T-shirt. “Just like this,” he said, cupping her breasts and teasing her sore nipples.

“I’m not going out there naked.”

“Yes, you are. Come on.” He tugged her along behind him, heading for the stairs.

“You’re crazy! I work here. People come out here all the time.”

“There’s no one here at this hour.” As he argued with her, he continued down the stairs, keeping a tight grip on her hand.

Jenny made one last futile attempt to stop him before he marched through the mudroom door in all his glory, bringing her along with him in all her glory. She’d never been naked outside before last night, and here she was doing it again.