Page 82 of Lucky Haven

Under his hat, my cheeks blaze. It was incredible how well we fit together. How empty I feel now, craving that fullness again.

He licks me leisurely, making me squirm. When he latches on to my clit, it’s with a happy hum I feel all the way to my core.

It only takes a few sucks before I have to lift the hat and look down at him, before the pleasure builds to the fuck it level inside me and I want to fully be a part of this with him.

He looks up at me, his gaze catching and holding mine as he licks between my legs.

“You’re the best,” I whisper to him. “The best man. The best friend a girl could ever have.”

He growls and spears his tongue into me, reminding me of how electric it feels to be penetrated.

I reach for his head and pet him, running my fingers through his hair the way he likes. He gives me a heavy-lidded look of appreciation that sends a thrill through my belly.

“I want to taste you next.”

“Yeah?” He lifts up long enough to grin at me. “You got it.”

And then he buries his face in my pussy.

One of the most amazing things about sex is that every orgasm is different than the last. There are so many different variables with another person, with each new location. Different outfits, too.

I feel more naked than I’ve ever been, even though I’m still wearing my dress—and, technically, panties, although Cash has stretched them to the side and they’re in desperate risk of tearing.

It’s possible that every orgasm I’ve ever given myself has been inside my PJs, in the dark, in my bed.

What a boring life I’ve lived to this point.

Now Cash Kincaid is going to make me come as I stare at the first stars of the night, in the open air on top of a mountain.

My. Goodness.

His hands curl around my legs, lifting my hips higher, giving him deeper access, and that’s all that he needs. That’s the variable that shifts me from feeling good to speed running toward a release.

“Cash…Cash!”

He growls against my sex and I go off, clamping my thighs around his head.

“Oh fuck,” I pant.

He pulls my legs off his ears.

“Don’t let me miss out on the secret Haven Bingham dirty talk,” he pants, his beard glistening.

“I’m all over your face.”

He licks his lips and grins. “Sure are.”

I flop back against the truck bed and stare at the sky, a goofy smile on my face as he works his way up beside me and stretches out.

When I glance sideways again, he’s unzipped his jeans and he’s slowly stroking his very impressive erection.

“Hey, don’t get ahead of me.”

“Don’t worry, pretty girl, this is all yours.” He drags in a big breath as I crawl between his legs. “You want a warning when I’m going to come?”

“Why?” I’m only half-listening, because I’m fixated on the pearl of precum that forms at his tip with each stroke.

“Might be a surprise if I spurt across your tongue.”