Was he already planning more things he wanted to do with her? That would mean more time together—the exact opposite of the one-night stand he’d been looking for.

Delaying his departure to Buenos Aires was one thing. For all that he’d planned out his itinerary to maximize his time abroad, the rest of his travels would still be there waiting for him once she went home. But he didn’t want to get carried away. There was no room in his life for anything more than the kind of fun they were having right now.

Sternly he told himself to focus on the situation at hand. Which was looking very, very good. Her dress was wet with spray from the waterfall and clung to her curves, showing off the swell of her breasts glistening and slick with water and sweat. He couldn’t hold off any more. It had to be now.

His hands covered her body, her hips, her breasts, pressing between her legs and feeling the heat as she pressed back. He bunched her dress up and ran his hands over her ass. That little noise she made when she was surprised and turned on was to die for. In one swift motion he turned her around so her back was facing him, her bare shoulders pressed against his chest. He worried briefly about whether he was being too rough with her, but she wriggled her ass up against him in a sign that only meant one thing.

He wrapped his arm around her, and she whimpered as he slid a finger over her clit, feeling her wetness as her back arched, sending her ass tighter against him. With one hand he circled her clit while the other hand worked his cock, pulling up her dress so he could slide himself over the soft skin of her ass and her arched lower back. She was so wet and she kept right on whimpering. He knew she was ready for him.

“Bend over,” he whispered.

His voice was low. She immediately obeyed.

She supported herself against the part of the fence that was still standing and leaned down. He pulled her dress up so it was draped halfway up her back.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured. Julia craned her neck around so she could see him, her hair tumbling over her shoulder and down her back. He’d stashed another condom in his wallet—it looked like Julia wasn’t the only one who’d been optimistic getting ready that morning. Now he slid it on and rubbed the tip of his cock against her, throbbing in anticipation. Her legs trembled as she moved her hips to draw him into her, wanting him deep within her as much as he wanted to be there.

“I’m all yours,” she said. She closed her eyes, and he touched her hair as he buried himself inside her. She was eager and panting and so soft and wet and warm, he bit his lip to keep from crying out too loudly as she took him all the way in.

Sometimes it seemed like after a while, women should be the same. Wasn’t it the same act with each of them? But this wasn’t the same at all. It was her body and the blush in her cheeks and the way the muscles in her back flexed and released, flexed and released with every thrust as she braced herself against the fence. And the way the water kept on falling over them, a fine mist over her hands and face but the real power of it thundering just out of reach. It was as though he’d never really felt anything until he felt what it was to move inside her.

She bucked her hips back into him, eager for more, and he built up the motion until he was slapping into her with fast, sweaty thrusts. He kept his hands braced on her hips, holding her dress up and his own shorts low on his hips. He could only think what a sight they’d be if some poor family of tourists were to stumble upon them, half naked and clawing at each other like animals as the water rushed all around.

“Oh God, Blake, yes, right there, oh, Blake,” she was saying over and over again, in time with his movements. He put his hands squarely on her ass, which seemed to excite her even more, and then he reached around so he could touch her clit like she’d done to herself in the pool. The combination of rhythms was harder to maintain but she ground against his hand, meeting the sensations he was giving her both inside and out. He knew how close she was to coming.

He reached his hand up to her mouth and she didn’t hesitate, licking his fingers precisely because it was clear that was what he wanted. He loved the way she played both sides of his game. She told him what she wanted him to do to her, at the same time that she was eager to do whatever he desired. His fingers searched her tongue, pressing into her mouth as he continued to take her, making him think again about that blowjob he was more and more certain that he wanted to stick around for.

He trailed his fingers down her chin, over her chest, and unceremoniously yanked down the top of her dress, running his fingers over her nipples.

“You’re going to make me come,” Julia moaned, her knuckles on the wooden fence now totally white.

Blake increased the force of his thrusts. If there was one thing he’d noticed from her orgasm in the pool last night, it was that she didn’t want him to let up when she was close. She liked it hard and fast, and that was fine with him. He never wanted to stop.

“That’s it, baby,” he urged her along. “Come for me, Julia. I want to feel you let go.”

“I want you to come first,” she panted.

He eased up on his thrusts and leaned forward, his chest to her back, and pressed his lips to her ear. “Listen to what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck you, Julia, and you’re so close that when you explode, I’m going to know it. And when you’re done, I promise you, darling, I’m going to come. And it’ll be all for you.”

Her cheeks flushed and her eyes shone. “Come inside me,” she whimpered, pushing back to feel the full length of him.

“Touch your clit,” he commanded, and one hand disappeared under her dress where it fell over her hips while the other hand braced herself. The thought of her pleasuring herself while he was inside her made him take her that much harder. She rocked forward with his thrusts, and if it was beautiful watching her body tremble as her orgasm built up inside her, it was all the more so because they were tucked away in the most gorgeous corner on earth. The Devil’s Throat was impressive, yes, but here they were in the belly of the rushing falls and he was so close, he was so close, he was just trying to hold on until she came and he could explode deep inside her.

“I’m coming,” she gasped, her hand working vigorously against her clit as his cock kept up the same pace. He could feel her contracting and releasing around him in waves of pleasure.

“Fuck, I feel you.”

“Don’t stop!”

As though he would ever give this up. He kept drilling her right at the spot that had made her come undone, and then when her hand started to slow, pressing up against her clit to draw the waves out, he grabbed her hips and pounded into her.

“Please,” she panted, both hands back on the wooden fence to prepare herself for what he was about to give her.

“It’s all for you,” he said through gritted teeth. His balls ached as the release grew within him, hot and strong and impossible to stop. On impulse he let out a cry and grabbed her hair in his fists, long and luxurious between his fingers. He pulled and she arched her back, craning her neck. Over her shoulder he could see her breasts half out of her dress. The cloth had gotten all turned around and hung off her waist like an afterthought. She was so fucking sexy. He lost it.

“Right there,” she gasped as he pumped his heat inside her, pulling on her hair, making her take it from him. It was like she knew all his secrets—how to make him go insane. It felt like forever before he slowed, completely spent. She ground her hips back against him, bending over so that her head dropped low and her ass was high and pressing into him.

He wrapped his arms around her and slowly pulled out, savoring the feel of every part of her against him.