Grady heaved in an unsteady breath to match the unsteadiness of his hands as he undid his belt, then the button of his fly, then made short work of his zipper. Rising on his knees a little, he eased his jeans and his underwear down in one move. His cock sprang free, and the way her gaze latched on to the rampant jut of his dick was like a squeeze to his balls. With nowhere near as much finesse as he hoped, Grady wriggled out of the denim without falling on top of her or face-planting into the floor until he, too, was naked, kneeling between her spread thighs.

Nerve endings in his buttocks tingled as her gaze, as hot and urgent as her mouth had been that first time, devoured every inch of his dick. It was hard to believe that anything much could be heard above the howl of nature outside the cabin, but he could hear the unsteady timber of his breathing. And the husky rasp of hers.

“Condoms in my bag on the table beside the couch,” she said.

Grady raised an eyebrow. “Suzanne St. Michelle—did you plan this?”

She shot him a lazy smile that curled deliciously in his belly. “No. I was cleaning out my bag earlier, trying to keep occupied and not worry whether you were dead in a ditch somewhere.”

She was still smiling, but the fact that she had obviously been very worried about him curled around his heart. “As you can see…” He glanced down at his cock. “I am very much alive.”

She reached for him, closing her hand over the taut girth of his dick. Grady sucked in a breath as the muscles deep in his pelvis shuddered and tightened. “Prove it,” she whispered.

That was all the encouragement Grady needed as he slid out of her grasp and pushed to his feet, grabbing her bag.

“Side pocket,” she said.

Grady shoved his hands in the side pocket as he walked back toward her, his fingers immediately finding a foil strip and pulling it out. Dropping her bag to the floor, he tore off one of the condoms and tossed the rest on top of the bag as he opened the foil and hastily donned the protection. “Mmm,” she murmured. “I like watching you touch yourself.”

His breath hitched at the desire in her eyes. “I like touching you better.”

And then he was down on his knees again, between her legs and feeling so damn at home there, it stole his breath. She reached for him, her palms sliding onto his shoulders, and every nerve ending from there right down to his buttocks contracted and sparked to life as he settled over her, his dick gliding through the slickness between her legs, finding her center and, as he claimed her lips in a kiss that was deep and wet and long, he pushed inside her, sliding all the way home.