I’m a fucking paragon of restraint for not taking her against the stupid fiberglass Mount Rushmore.

She points a finger at me. “Shirt. Off. Now.”

For once, I’m happy to do as she asks. I tug up the hem of my shirt, luxuriating in the hunger lingering in her eyes.

“Wait.” Her breathy voice calls out. I let my shirt drop and stare at her. She crooks a finger with a naughty glint in her eyes.

I close the space between us. She bends down, positioning her flashlight so that it’s shining up at us. For the first time, I get a good look at her lacy bra. Her nipples are peeking through the thin fabric and more than anything I want to suck one into my mouth. But I stand stock-still, waiting for her to make a move.

She dips her fingers inside my shirt, her slow strokes an excruciating tease tickling the skin above my jeans. I flex my abs and let out a rough moan at the contact. She gathers the cotton material, lifting it up and over my head. She tosses the shirt on the floor, discarded like the rest of her clothes and inhibitions. She adds her wet lips to the fingers caressing my chest. She flicks my nipple with her tongue, just about bringing me to my knees.

Digging my fingers into the soft flesh at her sides, I tug her to me. I grind into her, letting her feel not-so-little Big Man, in all his full-mast glory. She slides her arms around my neck and pulls me down to her. Her mouth is demanding, devouring me in the dark. She curls her fingers in my hair, tugging as she moans into my mouth.

We go from zero to a hundred in half a heartbeat. I slide my hand down her back. Finding my way inside her panties, I grab a handful of her perfect ass. She moans in approval and hooks her leg around my hip.

I glide my fingers further into her panties to find her soaking wet. The sound that leaves my throat when I feel her wet pussy on my fingers is primal and possessive. Mine. I unlock my lips from hers and latch on to her neck, desperate to mark her. I nip and suck at the soft flesh as I slide a finger inside her.

“Devin.” Her sweet voice calling my name slices me open.

She tosses her bra aside and I suck her hard nipple into my mouth like I’ve been dreaming about doing all night. I back her against the Eiffel Tower.

She clings to me, her breath shallow and desperate in my ear. I slide my hand between us for a better angle and plunge two fingers into her tight pussy. She feels so fucking good. Too good.