I slide my hand up under her dress, pushing her panties to the side to feel her soaked, hot center. She sucks in a breath as my fingers circle her clit.

“I’m going to fuck you so good. You’d better tell me how to get this dress off before I grab my knife and cut it off,” I growl.

She brazenly puts her hand down my pants, stroking my cock while my hand stays up her skirt. I thought I was hard, but her soft hand on my dick has my brain short-circuiting. I can hear her gasp as I reach up higher and curl my finger up, hitting her spot.

“Don’t you have a flashlight or something? Isn’t survival, like, your thing?” Her voice comes out strangled as she lets go.

I laugh. The combination of wanting to fuck like crazy and this stupid dress has my wires crossed. I lazily pull my hand out of her wet heat before moving away.

I run to the side of my car, pants and belt undone with my dick hanging out, and pull the flashlight from under the passenger seat. I’ve got my knife here, too, but something tells me she wouldn’t appreciate this dress getting sliced in half. I make it back to her and freeze. She’s sitting on her knees, facing the dark mountains. Finally moving her head to me, her brown eyes blink in amusement.

“Are your parents Middle Eastern?”

God, she’s beautiful. That thick hair is a beautiful shade of golden blonde, but I can see the darkness at her roots.

She smirks. “Just take it off, Slade.”

Holy fuck, if this girl isn’t the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, I don’t know who is.

I move behind her, letting my hands rove over her creamy, nude thighs. My callous fingers skate against her delicate skin. She’s perfect. A large part of me wants to take her just like this with her dress around her waist. But the other part of me—the smarter one—wants to get her totally naked.

Button by button, so slowly, I begin opening her dress. I’m surprised to realize that I’ve never undressed a woman like this before. I touch her bare back and kiss the spot between her shoulder blades. She’s getting antsy, so I slide my hand into her pussy again, taking my time. Still soaked.

“You’re enjoying this?” she asks, trying to mask her arousal with a steady voice. She can’t hide from me. Her body betrays her—wet.

“You bet I am.” I continue to touch her with one hand and open her dress with the other.

Finally, the last button is undone. She gasps as I blow across her nude back. She shivers.

“Turn that off?” Her voice is all breathy as she stares at the flashlight, the mouth on her suddenly stilled to a whisper.

As the straps of her dress fall from her slender shoulders, I’m silenced. For the first time in my life, I want to make sex amazing for the woman in front of me. It’s not just about getting off and having fun. I don’t know what it is I’m trying to prove, but I want to show her that I can do it better than any of these prissy fucks she’s had before me. Because I’m better than them. And I’m the best she’ll ever have.