Downstairs, she’d put the groceries away, popping the top on a cold bottle of hard cola and then settling herself nonchalantly on the chaise. The trap baited, she had only to wait.

Now, beside her at the rail, she could hear his breathing, labored and heavier than normal, feel his mounting desire. If she turned around, she’d be in his arms.

She did want him. Trapped in the car all those hours, the look, the smell, the imagined feel of him, had taunted her. Right there and yet not. Seeming to ignore her while his whole body seemed to entice her, silently telegraphing his own need. They’d passed the game playing…from here on everything was for keeps.

A tickle of wet heat rippled up from her pussy, as strong yet as hidden as the fist in his jeans.

With a great yawn, she stepped back to the chaise, stretching out, her arms at her side, her crossed ankles keeping the legs of her shorts open just a fraction.

“You really ought to shower and change clothes,” she commented, watching him intently from behind her sunglasses. “Maybe get something cold to drink. Might cool you off…a little.”

“Maybe I’ll do that,” he murmured.

“I know it did me a world of good,” she continued, pretending calm disinterest but actually determined to throw as much gasoline as possible on the smoldering heat. “Getting out of those heavy clothes. Letting that cool, refreshing water splash all over your hot, sticky body. The sweet, warm mountain air on your wet, naked skin. A towel rubbing briskly over you, making your flesh all pink and healthy.”

Carelessly, she raised her arms and stretched again, folding them over her head. The movement pulled up the hem of her shirt, showing creamy skin and pulling her breasts up.

He needed a cold shower now.

“Yeah, well, that sounds good,” he mumbled. “I think I’ll go up and do that now.”

“Could I ask you to do me a favor first?”

“What?”

“I forgot my suntan lotion. It’s on the kitchen counter. Would you bring it to me, please? I’ll get French fried without it.”

“Sure.”

Dashing inside, he grabbed the plastic tube and walked quickly back outside.

“Here,” he held it out to her.

“Could I ask you one more little favor, please?”

Standing there, he couldn’t hide his cock. God, practically in her face. In her mouth.

“What?”

“Would you please put some on my neck and shoulders? I can’t reach back there.” She scooted to one side making room for him beside her and turning her back to him.

Shit, why not? At least this way he didn’t have to watch her watching him.

Cool and white, the lotion squirted into his palm and he began to rub it on her pale, surprisingly warm, soft skin. And no doubt sweet-tasting. His cock twitched uncomfortably.

“Hmmm,” she purred, “that feels heavenly. You have very gentle hands for such a big, burly guy.”

“And you have very soft skin.”

The feel of him made her flesh tingle and the heat between her legs spread in ever increasing waves through her body. His warm breath on the back of her neck made her dizzy.

She felt his hands move down to the hem of her shirt and slide up her back, his thumbs running up the ridge of her backbone, his big open hands covering her like delicate wings. A tremor ran through her.

“I want you,” he growled in her ear. “I think I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”

“You called me a bitch,” she reminded him, turning to look at him over her shoulder.

“And you called me a bastard,” he grinned. “I guess we deserve each other.”

She grinned too. “I guess we do at that.”

In one fluid motion, he turned her, sliding her tank top off and dropping it on the deck.

Pausing, he drank in the picture of her creamy body against the striped cushion; like a rare alabaster statue laid in a perfect, velvet nest. The dark, pinkish-brown of her nipples stood erect on the peaks of her soft, white breasts, not huge but a pleasant handful.

She could tell by the expression on his face, the look in his eyes, that what he saw pleased him and it pleased her to know that she hadn’t disappointed him. Carefully, she reached up and undid the two small buttons at the front of his polo shirt and tugged gently on the bottom edge. In a moment, it had joined her shirt on the deck.

A dusting of soft, dark brown hair covered the area between his nipples, coming together in a narrow line down his chest and stomach disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. She’d never cared for “hairy-chested” men but the feel of his down under her fingers aroused her in a way she’d never known.

“Come here,” she commanded lightly, wiggling her index finger at him.

Dutifully, he leaned forward, their lips meeting in a hard, passionate kiss, filled with fire and lust and need. His hands found her nipples, caressing them, fondling her tender, swollen peaks. A startled cry escaped her but he stopped it with his exploring tongue.

Fumbling with the brass fastener at the top of his jeans, she felt him suck in his stomach a little so that she could get a better hold. A moment later, his zipper fell and her soft, smooth hands were gliding along his skin as she pulled his jeans and boxers down toward his knees. He stood up to step out of them, stopping for her appraisal.

“Very nice,” she told him. “Very nice, indeed.”

“I’m glad you approve,” he answered, settling back down as he brought his hand to the snap at the waist of her shorts. “You’re very beautiful.”

They completed the heap of clothing as he slid back beside her and took her in his arms. His thick, erect cock pressed itself against her thigh, the heat of him like an iron against her flesh.

“You’d better be careful,” she whispered between kisses. “I don’t know about you, but I burn like cheap steak…especially parts of me that don’t usually see the sun.”

“I know just how to handle that,” he replied, pecking the tip of her nose and sitting up.

“What are you up to?”

“Just lie and back relax.”

Taking the bottle of sunscreen, he squeezed another large dollop into his palm and moved to the foot of the chaise. Sitting down, he picked up her feet and began massaging the thick, white cream into her sensitive skin, beginning with her toes and moving gradually up the ball and arch to the top and ankle. She shivered with a sensual tingle that prickled over her entire body.

His hands continued leisurely up her legs, pausing only for more sunscreen and to gently kiss the top of her knees as his hands moved underneath.

“Did you know that the back of a woman’s knees are among the most erogenous zones on her body?” he whispered hoarsely, his fingertips just barely touching her skin, his hot breath raising goose bumps.

“I…I didn’t know that…” she answered, barely able to breathe.

“Uh-huh,” he continued, “and if you nibble just so on the kneecaps…”

She felt his lips and the edges of his teeth around the bones, nipping and sucking on the thin flesh, his tongue marking a zigzag path across the top. A tremor of unexpected pleasure rippled through her. No one had ever played with her like this before, the sensation both whimsical and sexy.

Up her legs, covering her skin with the lotion, her rising heat under his hands fueling the fire in his own body. But he wanted…needed for this to be the best, most intense sex she’d ever known. To raise her to heights she’d never known before or would ever know again. Except with him.

She’d parted her legs for him and he saw the pink slit of her pussy surrounded by short black curls and skin like fine china. It glistened, wet and inviting and his cock strained to it. Gently, carefully, he bent his head down and kissed her hot, engorged clit.

Like an electric jolt it shot through her, expected but more powerful, more thrilling than she’d imagined. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip a little, not quite stifling the small cry of physical pleasure that escaped her.