“If I slide my hand inside your shorts, will I find you hot for me?”

“Always,” she whispered.

He shifted his body, letting her slide to her feet. She moved against him impatiently. Mac ran his hands along her back, and when she wet her bottom lip with a quick swipe of her tongue, it fueled the lust inside him. He pulled her T-shirt from the waistband of her shorts and slipped his hand underneath the cotton, reveling in the feel of her soft stomach beneath his hands. He brushed her flesh and stroked higher until he reached the underside of her breasts. He freed one nipple from her bra, and she pushed against him as he scraped his thumb over her hard pebbles.

“Pinch my nipples.” Her raspy voice and bold words sent a barrage of erotic sensations through him as everything inside urged him to rip her clothes from her body and take her hard and fast. Christ, no matter how many times he made love to her, he knew he’d never be able to assuage his hunger where she was concerned.

He sucked in air and worked to center himself, but when she straddled his leg and rubbed herself against him, it rattled him right to his very core. He slipped a hand into her shorts, and when he felt her, hot and wet against his fingers—for him, just for him—need stole every ounce of his strength.

He gripped her panties and air left her lungs in a rush when he pushed them to the side. He ran his thumb over her clit and moaned out loud as her nub swelled with heated blood at his touch.

Voices drifted up from the compound, but he ignored them. Nothing existed, nothing else mattered except the woman in his arms. He slid his fingers over her silken folds, her warmth easing the path as he pushed a finger into her core.

“Oh, God, yes,” she cried out, her voice full of sultry invitation as it reverberated off the Rocky Mountains.

Primitive need urged him on, and he forced himself to breathe slowly. She placed her hand over his cock and rubbed him through his jeans. A gust of wind came out of nowhere, carrying the last of his restraint with it.

Overcome with the things he felt for her, the things she made him feel without even trying, his mouth watered for a taste of her. He dragged her to the ground. Her eyes shimmered with sensuality as she positioned herself in the center of the blanket and widened her legs, welcoming him to her body. He growled and climbed over her. Pinning her beneath him, he took full possession of her mouth, kissing her hard enough to leave her lips swollen and bruised. Her hands clawed at his clothes, tugging his T-shirt over his head. Feeling wild, crazy, and completely out of control, he inched away to pull it off his shoulders. When he caught the sultry way she looked at his chest, he went back on his heels.

“Get naked,” he demanded, his body about to go up in a burst of flames.

“Mac,” she said, a hesitation in her voice.

He gave her a perplexed frown. “What is it?”

“You asked if there was something I wanted to share with you. Something from my journal…”

His blood burned hotter than ever; he was anxious to help her live out all her fantasies. “Tell me.”

She nibbled her bottom lip and went quiet.

“Tell me, Jess,” he said again.

She drew a deep breath and blurted out, “I…well…after watching those dancers, I want to dance…strip…for you.”

He exhaled slowly, his nostrils flaring, and giving her the little push she both needed and wanted, he said, “Stand up.”

Her body trembled visibly as she climbed to her feet, and Mac sat up to take it all in. She began swaying her hips, moving to the beat in her own head as she slowly, torturously, gripped the hem of her T-shirt to toy with it. He growled, and when he shifted his cock, a small smile pulled at her mouth. The sight of his erection seemed to urge her on. She removed her shirt, and then her hands went to the button on her shorts. She wiggled her hips as she released it, and when she slid them down her legs, it was all he could do not to pin her beneath him and fuck her hard. But he knew she needed to do this, for him, and for her. Standing there in nothing but a bra and skimpy panties, she ran her hands over her body in a seductive manner that would turn any sane person mad.

Mac sank back onto his elbow, enjoying her foreplay. She’s so goddamn sexy. His cock ached. Groaning, he brushed his hand over his jeans to reposition his hard-on a second time. She turned her back to him, tipping that sweet ass of hers in the air. Christ, did she know he was an ass man and that if she kept that up, he’d have no choice but to put an end to this and fuck that backside of hers once and for all?

Jess turned, undulating her body. God, she was so beautiful and sexy he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She released her bra and when her breasts fell free, he nearly sobbed.

His blood flowed hot and heavy in his veins as she danced for him, and a low growl of longing rumbled in his throat. Christ, he knew she was enjoying herself, enjoying performing for him, but he could no longer sit there and take this kind of torture.

He stood, captured her hips, and hauled her to him, crushing her body to his as she pressed against him. The need and desire in her eyes as she looked at him damn near rendered him senseless.

He inched back, and wanting to push her a little further, he said, “Touch yourself for me.”

“Mac,” she whimpered breathlessly.

His voice dropped an octave when he said, “I’m not asking.”

She watched him carefully.

“Show me how you touch yourself,” he said, urging her to shed the last of her inhibitions. “Show me what you do in bed at night after you finish writing out one of your secret fantasies.”

They exchanged a long, knowing look. She gave him a slow, sexy smile, her body shaking with unabashed hunger. She placed her hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples.

“That’s a girl,” he said.

Her hands trailed lower, and heat flooded him as she removed her panties and dipped her fingers inside her pussy. She cried out in bliss, and as her body came alive before him, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

Her mouth went slack, and her breathing changed as her fingers moved swiftly over her wet slit. Growing bolder, her eyes never left his as she touched herself, creating a deeper connection between them and triggering a craving like he’d never before experienced.

Desperate to see her pink sweetness, he grabbed her and laid her out on the blanket. Sweat dotted his brow as she widened her legs. His body ached to join with hers, to lose itself in the heat between her legs when she opened herself up so nicely, baring herself to him on so many levels.

He dropped between her legs and as he sat there teetering on the edge, tension rose in him, the sweet scent of her arousal reaching his nostrils and making him mad with the need to fuck her. Breathing became difficult as he slid his hands over her soft flesh until his fingers joined with hers.

“Yes,” she cried out as he sank a finger inside her wet heat.

“Jesus.” He was sure he’d never get used to her tightness. His cock throbbed. He trembled with the urge to touch her, to taste her, to prove to her once and for all they belonged together. He bent forward and pressed his mouth to her. Her hips came off the ground, and she fisted her hands in his hair, her body trembling all over.

Her walls squeezed his fingers, her body screaming for release. He punched up the pressure, added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her, his tongue going to her sensitive clit to draw small circles. Her hips rose and bucked against his face. He pushed another thick finger inside. His cock throbbed as she gripped his shoulders and cried out his name.

He lightly brushed the bundle of nerves inside her as she continued to ride his mouth and fingers, her body coming unglued as she chased release.