Every article she read about him raved about his business sense and his work ethic. They described him as tough and energized and ready to walk out on any deal if he didn’t get what he wanted. She didn’t know how that lined up with the man beside her now, but this was who he had been with her since they met. A little bossy and a bit grumbly, but charming and decent. The kind of man who would walk a dog so a couple could have a booty call.

She smiled at the memory.

Finding a reserve of energy, she climbed back on top of him, careful to cradle his hard length between her thighs. His eyes popped open and he watched her. That gaze took in everything from the way she unhooked her bra to the way she slid it off and dropped it on the floor.

“Your turn.”

When she climbed on top of him the second time, his mind went blank. All he saw was her, and that body and that beautiful face. Miles of bare skin.

The memory of touching her still played in his mind. So wet and ready. The way she trembled and leaned into him. Her hips shifting in time to his hand. She didn’t hold back or play games. She wanted to be touched and begged for it, and he couldn’t remember ever seeing anything as sexy as her open mouth and pink tongue as she came.

He rubbed his hands up and down her soft thighs. “This is a hell of a view.”

She covered his hands with hers. Trailed them along her lean muscles to the insides of her thighs. She still wore those sexy blue bikini bottoms. They didn’t block his gaze. He could smell her excitement.

She guided his hands higher, up her stomach to cup her breasts. Her body intrigued him. So firm yet so soft.

He held her, brushing his thumbs over her tight nipples. “Beautiful.”

He caressed her until a tiny growl escaped her throat. He was already rock hard, and the sound pushed him right to the edge. The way she shifted on top of him, purposely rubbing against him, tested his control. It faded with every passing second.

Without warning, she leaned down and brushed her lips over his. Deepened the touch, treating him to a scorching kiss that sent his temperature spiking.

“Ride me.” His plea came out as a rough whisper.

“Condom?”

He swore his heart stopped. He dropped his head back into the pillow. “Oh, shit.”

“Amateur.” She winked. “The drawer.”

“What?”

She nodded in the direction of the nightstand. “I bought them yesterday.”

No wonder everyone stared at them at the Lodge. The whole town likely knew about her recent purchases. But he liked her style. “Nice job.”

“Get one.”