JENNIE

Why did this idea turn me on so badly?

As I got comfortable on the cushion, I watched Lisa fling aside the top towel in the stack and snatch up the condom she'd brought out. Then she stalked toward me, her face serious, as she tore open the edge of the wrapper with her teeth and pulled the condom out. She came for me like a man on a mission.

Her body was beautiful. Rivulets of water cascaded down her chest, slaloming between the defined ridges of muscles, and she glistened in the soft light coming from inside the house.

The chair beneath me groaned as she planted a knee between my legs and then finished rolling the condom down the length of herself. My breath caught in my lungs. Everything inside me was tight with anticipation and need. As she knelt between my knees, she cast her eyes downward, following the stroke of her own hand, readying herself.

"This is my fantasy," she said. She rubbed the tip of her cock on my slit, making me squirm and shift. I needed her inside me. Couldn't she see how desperate I was? Her gaze moved along my body until it connected with mine. "My fantasy," she continued, "every day since I saw you out here with him."

My mouth dropped open in surprise then rounded into a silent moan as she pushed herself into me. It felt like she was everywhere. Inside my body, inside my mind, inside the deepest recesses I didn't allow myself to go. It couldn't be her fantasy—because it was mine. I tried to tell her, but her first thrust was so powerful, all I could do was grab the cushion beneath us and hang on.

"I was jealous. So unbelievably jealous." Lisa widened her knees, which were tucked under my spread legs, and pumped her hips a second time. I recoiled with pleasure, and a victorious look lit up her eyes. "Watching him get to fuck you, when I wanted it to be me. I wanted it to be like this."

Oh. My. God.

I was a stick of dynamite, and her confession cut the fuse in half. One spark and I was done for.

She set her hands on my knees and slid her palms along my inner thighs, pressing me wide open to her. "I stood there watching, and I didn't know I was capable of being that jealous about anything until then. I wanted you so fucking bad, Jennie."

I let go of the cushion and placed my palms against her damp chest, needing to touch her. I wanted more contact. Craved her mouth on me. She obliged my unspoken request and set her hands on the cushion on either side of my head, lowering her lips to mine. Our wet skin stuck to each other, and I moaned into her kiss as she eased faster, moving at a steady, seductive pace.

"What did you think," she said between hurried breaths, "when you caught me watching?"

Her open mouth hovered, her lips brushing mine and threatening a kiss, but she was just far enough away, I'd have to commit to it. I undulated beneath her, and the way she teased the kiss was . . . sensual. But she acted as if I'd only get my reward when I'd earned it and told the truth.

"I wanted it to be you," I said in a blur. I hadn't even admitted it to myself, and now here I was, saying it out loud. "After I saw you—" How far should I go with this? Should I tell her all of it? "I closed my eyes and imagined I was with you."

"Oh, fuck," she said and descended upon me.

The intensity of our movements went wild. Finding out our dark appetites matched each other was liberating, and we reveled in it. Her rhythm changed from seduction and passion, and crossed into a territory that was more primal.

The lounge chair squeaked and protested as she drove into me, but I moaned louder, needing to compete with the sound. I didn't want Lisa's attention on anything other than me, not even for a second.

The question had lingered in the back of my mind for weeks, and I felt free enough to ask it. "How long did you stand there, watching?"

"Long enough to know I could do it better."

My eyes went wide. It was indecent, yet all the liquid in my body rushed to my center.

Lisa's expression was pure dominance. "Am I right?"

"Yes," I said, gulping down a breath and nodding profusely.

"Good. I'm going to fuck you until all you remember is being with me on this chair."

"Oh, God," I gasped.

She made good on her threat. We fucked like nothing else mattered. Like animals programmed to do what instinct dictated . . . It was primordial. Basic.

And it was incredible.

I shook beneath her, trembling with satisfaction. Her movement inside my body drowned out everything else. I didn't see the stars above, or feel the night breeze, or hear the crickets singing in the trees. There was only this stunning woman over me, taking her pleasure and giving it right back.

Just as I began the climb toward orgasm, Lisa retreated. She planted a foot on the ground beside the chair, so she was half standing and half kneeling, with one knee between my legs. Off came the condom with a quick jerk and it was flung to the ground.

I stared up at her over my heaving chest, stunned and not sure what was happening, but she dug a hand under my neck and lifted me up. She supported me like that, so I was sitting but leaned back in her hold, and then she seized my hand, guiding it to her dick.

She wanted me to jerk her off?

My face burned hot as I understood her intent. Once I began to move my fist, gliding back and forth on her, she reached down and plunged her middle finger all the way inside me.

Her lips were at my forehead, and her warm breath rolled over my face. The faster I moved my fist, the faster her breathing went, along with the finger moving inside me. Her palm ground against my clit, and the climb toward my orgasm began again.

"Harder," she encouraged quietly.

I tightened my grip and watched a shudder glance through her shoulders. Blood whooshed through my system as my heart pounded, trying to keep up. God, it felt so good. I used my free hand to support myself, along with her palm behind my neck, and leaned back further, shifting the angle so she could drive deeper inside. All the way until she hit the spot that made my toes point with pleasure.

"Oh . . . oh!" I gasped.

A devious smile spread across Lisa's face. "Yeah, that's it." She moved her hips in time with my hand sliding on her. "Just like that. Make me come all over you."

Her words struck the match and held the fire to my fuse. I couldn't hold back even if I wanted to. Heat blasted through my core, and her sinful finger tapped the perfect place to make me detonate.

I groaned loudly as I came, sounding somewhat panicked because the sensation was intense. My body seized. I clamped down on the finger still inside me while my legs trembled uncontrollably, and my fist slowed to a halt. Moans streamed from my lips, broken only by desperate rasps for air.

I hadn't finished coming down before she grabbed my fist and encouraged me to pump once more. We made it three strokes before she exhaled sharply and jerked in my hand. I flinched as the warm, thick strands flicked onto my body, dousing my breasts and stomach. Wave after wave until she was spent, slowing our mutual grip to a stop, and the last drop dripped from her.

Holy shit.

I never understood it in porn. Until this moment, watching a guy come on a woman had done nothing for me. If anything, I found it degrading. A man marking his territory. But as I stared down at my spattered skin, I flooded with a different kind of satisfaction. I liked how Lisa had marked me as hers.

I liked it a whole fucking lot.

She eased me onto my back, and her expression lingered on her work. Was she admiring the way I looked? I bit down on my bottom lip.

"Stay right there," she whispered. "I'll be right back."

Where was she going? The thought hit me instantly. Was she going for her phone she'd left on the patio table, so she could take a picture? Every muscle in me clenched at the idea. It was foolish—dangerous to want her to do that, but I did. Another bad idea to add to our list.

But disappointment ripped through me as she grabbed a towel and unfolded it as she came toward me, her phone ignored. She stood beside the chair, readying to help me clean off, but hesitated once she looked at my face.

Her voice was full of dread, like she thought she'd done something wrong. "What?"

"Nothing." I forced a laugh and reached for the towel. "It's stupid."

She drew away, pulling the towel with her and out of my grasp. Her expression went skeptical. "What's stupid?"

I groaned inside my head. If Lisa and I were going to keep our relationship on the down-low, I needed to get a lot better at being a decent actress. My tone was sheepish. "I thought you were going to grab your phone."

She didn't follow. "You thought I needed to call someone?"

"No," I squeaked out. Oh, God, I wilted with embarrassment. "You were staring at me like you liked the way I looked, and . . . You know." Although she clearly didn't. My voice was shallow. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

She blinked away her confusion as she considered the statement. Then, her expression turned into something so lewd and exciting, it stole my breath. Her bare feet slapped against the stone when she sped to the table, plucked up her phone, and hurried back to me.

The smart voice in the back of my mind announced its concern but was instantly overruled as Lisa held up the phone and studied the screen. She was so focused, and I held perfectly still as she moved in and shifted to get exactly the right shot. When the flash went off, I jolted with unexpected satisfaction. I'd never taken sexy pics of myself, and certainly not with Felix. But the concept of this filthy picture in Lisa's phone? It was so sexy.

And then she showed it to me.

I flushed hot all over at the image of myself sprawled out on the cushion, covered in the product of our dirty deed and wearing it proudly. My face wasn't in the shot, and I liked that. This night and this picture were a secret, just for us.

"Whoa," I said quietly.

She took the phone back and grinned as she locked the screen. "Whoa is right. That doesn't even do it justice." She set her phone down on the chair beside me, picked up the towel, and set about wiping me off. Her hands moved slowly and sensually, and I sighed. When she was finished, she slipped in to lie beside me, although she took up the majority of the chair, and had to hang onto me to keep me from falling off.

I wasn't complaining.

It was a great excuse to wrap myself around her and press my cheek up against the warm skin of her chest. I didn't want this night to be over. I needed the universe to suspend time. Delay it enough so I could stay here under the night sky with her a little longer.

She traced the tip of her finger over my hairline, tucking a loose lock of my hair behind my ear. "We can't fall asleep out here," she said.

But her deep voice was soothing, and I snuggled closer. "Mm-hm."

"I'm serious. The mosquitos will eat us alive."

"I'm too comfortable. You're going to have to carry me."

I'd meant it as a joke, but she extricated herself from my hold, stood, and slipped her arms under my body.

"I was kidding!" I scrambled away from her hands and onto my feet. "Were you really going to carry me to bed?"

She reached a hand up and massaged the back of her neck, flashing a smirk. "I was going to attempt it. But I also did upper-body today at the gym, so I appreciate you making it easier on me. Just like I'm sure you appreciate me not dropping you while we're halfway up the stairs, because that was probably going to happen."

I laughed as I grabbed a clean towel and wrapped it around myself, covering up, and bent to rescue my bikini from the ground. She busied herself pulling on her damp swim trunks and then cleaned up around the pool, bringing me my nearly untouched beer. "Ready?"

I looked up at the glowing windows of the living room, and a thrill raced through me. I was excited to spend the night beside her in her house, in her bed. I tried to sound sultry and confident. "Yeah. Take me to bed."

It didn't have the desired effect, because she grinned widely. "Or lose you forever?"

Um . . . "What?"

Her smile froze. "Top Gun? When Meg Ryan says, 'Take me to bed, or lose me forever.'"

I shook my head slowly.

"You haven't—" She visibly struggled to put her thoughts together into a sentence. All she could come up with was, "C'mon, seriously?"

I shrugged. "Sorry."

She feigned an exaggerated, disappointed sigh. "Okay, Jennie. We're adding that to the list."

I laughed softly, but inside it brought on a fresh wave of heat. I liked adding to our other list better.