Page 45 of Dandelion Sighs

“What else?” He brushed a knuckle through my seam.

My moan was loud. “Hot. You’re so hot.”

“Yeah? Keep talking.” He bent more, his head between my thighs like he’d said.

“Um…” I licked my lips. “You’re really good with your mouth.”

“Wait until you see this.” He pushed the suit aside and licked right to my clit.

“Oh my god.” I braced myself to keep from hitting the driver’s door or clamping his head so hard he’d pass out, and I did not want this to end. “Jasper.”

He lapped at me until I gasped for breath. I yanked at the cup holder, taut from head to toe, fighting the onslaught of ecstasy coming only from his tongue. The image we made was something I’d never forget. Broad daylight and his head between my thighs.

Just like he’d said in the water. “Oh my god.”

He grunted his approval, and I relaxed into him, rocking in time with the rhythm he set. Higher and higher I climbed.

“Jasper!”

I cried out, and it echoed through the cab. Waves of pleasure swept me under until I was writhing, clutching at parts of the interior, at his head, at nothing. “Yes!”

Sounds came out of me that I would overthink later, but right now I had to finish this ride. When I crested and floated down, my heartbeat turned steady again. I collapsed in the most uncomfortable position ever.

He didn’t pull away or resituate my swimsuit. “You’re beautiful everywhere. Look at you so wet and greedy for me.”

An after tremor rocked me. “You’re unreal.”

This wasn’t the roll-off-me situation and go-to-sleep experience I’d had in the past, nor was it a quickie that left me hanging. Wait— “What about you?”

He righted my suit and pushed back. “What about me?”

His erection strained against his green trunks. The waistband was getting pushed out, and if I peeked harder than I was, I’d probably see the tip of his cock.

“That. I can, you know—” I winced. What was I? Five? I could say it. “I can give you a blow job.”

He stilled, his gaze holding mine. He was rigid from head to toe. “Hell, Sheridan, you’re going to destroy my uncle game by making me late.” He gave me a kiss, brief and closed-mouth. Regret weighed heavily in his features as he took a step back. Then another.

I was still sprawled across his passenger seat. I sat up, closing my legs. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No. Those moans coming out of you are going to stay with me.” He hitched up his trunks, and there went my chances of seeing his hard-on. “I’ve gotta go, but we’re picking this up later.”

He held out his hand to help me out. I climbed down, and as soon as my feet hit the concrete of my driveway, he pushed me against the pickup and smashed his mouth to mine once again. I tasted the salty sweetness of me mixed in with him.

Another spark ignited in my belly. When could we do this again?

As if reading my mind, he broke the kiss and stepped away like he was afraid we’d start over again. “Soon, Sheridan. When I’m off uncle duty, you and me. That’s a promise.”

Jasper

I steered the riding lawn mower over the massive yard of Bishop’s Landing. It’d been a week since I’d had Sheridan in my arms. Daisy and Alder had needed to be out of town longer than expected. I told them not to worry. They still had day care for the kids during the weekdays, so I could work most of my usual hours. But I didn’t have time to revisit what Sheridan and I had been doing before I was called to uncle duty.

Sheridan’s cheeks blushed nicely each time she saw me, but I’d been so busy with normal maintenance that I hadn’t had time to pounce on her. I wouldn’t have. I probably wouldn’t have. She didn’t want prying eyes to see us together, so I’d respect that. In order to do so, I had to give her space. People would question if I lurked around her too much, so I made the sacrifice and earned the restless nights.

I finished the last strip of the lawn and angled around the edge to keep from messing up my pattern until I reached the shop. I parked it and killed the engine. Pushing my cowboy hat up, I swiped at my brow.

“Thirsty?”

I whipped my head around. Sheridan entered through the overhead door, a to-go cup of a drink in her hand. When she was all the way in, I hit the button to the automatic door. The sun was pouring in, heating it up, but the side door was cracked to give the space some ventilation.