She nods in understanding, and I leave her to it so I can bait my own hook.

Finally, she tosses out the line. Or at least she tries to. The first time she tries the hook doesn’t even make it out of the boat, her second attempt is only about three feet in front of her, by the third cast I’m worried she’s about to throw her entire body into the water with the fucking pole. I reach over and grab the back of her shirt before she can fall in headfirst.

“Man, this is harder than it looks on TV,” she says, frustration evident in her voice.

“Here, I’ll help you.” Standing, I step in behind her and help grip the pole properly, her sweet scent smothering my good intentions. Ignoring the greedy bastard in my jeans, I bring her arm back before casting the hook far out in the distance.

“Oh, maybe it’s not so hard after all,” she remarks, her voice a little breathless.

“Liv.” My hands grip her hips in warning as she wiggles against me. “I’m trying my best to be good right now and focus on fishing, but you’re making it really fucking hard.”

“Oh…” I feel her shiver against me as my breath hits her hair. “O-okay. Sorry. Back to fishing.”

I force myself away from her and return to my seat. As bad as I want her, I want her to have this experience more.

Two hours later, we’re floating in the center of the lake. I removed my shirt about an hour ago, as the sun grew hotter. She finally caught on to casting after losing her first pole in the lake. It sank before we could make it over to save it. So I gave her mine. I bet she’s cast the damn thing a million times. Now if she could just pay attention to the bobber then she might actually catch a fish. She’s gotten several bites today, but she just can’t snag them quick enough.

Even though my rod is gone, and I’m not fishing, I’m enjoying the view. No matter how shitty she is at fishing, she looks damn good doing it—or trying to anyway.

I’m just about to tell her to reel it in and suggest heading back when she flies from her seat, jerking her pole back sharply. “Oh my God! Grayson, I got one. I got one!”

“Good girl, now reel it in nice and slow.”

“Holy crap, I can’t believe I finally caught one.” She squeals with a laugh. “Looks like I’m pretty good at this after all.”

I smother my chuckle and keep my smartass remark to myself. Standing up, I move in behind her but give her enough room to do her thing. After a few painful seconds of watching her struggle with getting the fish into the boat, I lean over the edge to retrieve the three-pound bass. I hold it up, removing the hook from its mouth.

“Oh…”

At the sound of Liv’s soft voice, I look up to see her face pinched with sadness.

“What?”

“He’s bleeding,” she says.

“Uh. Yeah. That’s what happens when you catch a fish.”

“I know. I just…I feel bad hurting it.” Her lip quivers. “I don’t want to keep it. Can we put him back in? Is it too late for the little guy?”

Is she for real right now?

“Liv, you just sat here for two hours for this very reason and now you want to throw it back in?”

“Yes. I do. I just keep thinking about its family and…I just. I can’t keep it, Grayson.” She swallows thickly, her eyes welling with tears.

Well shit.

“All right, baby. Don’t get upset. We’ll let him go. Come here.”

With a sniffle she kneels down beside me, and I hand the flopping fish over to her. “Hold on tight to him.”

Grabbing him, she brings the fish up to her face and stares at him. “Sorry for hurting you. I hope you find your family.”

Moving up in the chair, I watch her say her apology and goodbye. Even though I find the entire fucking thing ridiculous I realize it’s another reason why I love her. How many chicks would put the fish back in the water after waiting that damn long to catch it? Who the hell would be dumb enough to let them?

Me.

Because that’s what this woman does to me, makes me do and feel shit I’ve never felt.

Leaning over the edge of the boat she lowers the fish back in and stares down into the water. “Can you see him?”

Nope, but I see her incredible ass pointed up in the air, offering me a damn fine view.

I move my gaze up to see her staring over her shoulder at me, a cute little smirk on her face.

I shrug, completely unapologetic for getting busted ogling her ass. With a shake of her head, she stands and starts over to me. Sweet, hot anticipation fills the air around us as she straddles me. As her arms wrap around my neck, my hands go to her tight ass to bring her in snug against me. She leans in, placing a soft kiss to my mouth. “Thank you for letting me free Henry.”

I grimace. “Henry?”

“Mmmhmmm.” Her lips brush across mine again. “That’s what I decided to name him. Henry Louis Bradshaw.”

I laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. “Christ, woman, you’re lucky you’re so damn sexy.” I silence her giggle with my mouth, claiming it the way I want her body. With a moan, she wiggles against me until I can feel the heat of her pussy through my shorts. “I need to be inside you, Liv, now.”

She pulls back as I reach for her shirt. “Wait, here?” She looks around nervously, her face flushed, proving she needs me as much as I do her. “It’s broad daylight, what happens if someone sees us?”

“There’s no one around here for miles. We’re completely secluded.” Her gaze remains uncertain. “Do you think I would let anyone see what’s mine?” Her breath freezes, eyes flickering with dark desire before she shakes her head. “Good, now lift your arms, baby.”

She follows the order, her breathing shallow. The sight of her perfect, full, round tits cradled in her bikini top is enough to drive me crazy.

This time it’s her who steals my mouth, showing me how bad she wants it. She’s wound up tight, her little body squirming on top of mine like she can’t get close enough, and goddamn, neither can I. Reaching between us, I slip my hand in her shorts, testing how ready she is, and fuck me if she’s not dripping wet.

“Grayson.” There’s so much need buried in that plea that I drive one finger inside of her, giving her another when she begins to rock against it. The throaty gasps leaving her mouth beg me for more.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my fingers, baby. I can feel how much you want me.”

“I do. So much.”

With a groan I remove my hand, and lift her to stand before discarding her shorts. Leaning in, I run my nose along the center of her swim bottoms, her scent stoking the fire inside of me that has been building all fucking day. Her fingers thread through my hair on a moan as she greedily thrusts against my mouth.

“Want my mouth on your pussy again, Liv?” I ask against her, making her tremble.

Her response is a needy whimper. Pulling the black material to the side, I bare her pretty pussy, then waste no time delving in, the sweet taste of her exploding on my tongue.

The moans of pleasure pouring from her lips spur me on as I spread her arousal with my tongue. Her knees go weak, her body already shaking with her impending release.

Lifting my eyes to her, I watch her face as I take her clit in my mouth and suck it between my lips. That’s all it takes to send her over the edge. Her cries of ecstasy fill the air, her hands gripping my shoulders to hold herself up, as I lap up every single drop of cum from her delicious pussy.

The extreme need to be inside of her, to show her just how insane she makes me, has me reaching for a condom I don’t have.

FUCK!

With a strained groaned I drop my head against her lower belly, my dick throbbing painfully in protest.

“What is it?” she asks, breathless from her orgasm.

“I don’t have a fucking condom,” I grit, trying to talk my dick into settling down.

Not happening.

Grabbing her hips I pull her down to straddle me again, needing to at least hold her—touch her in some way.