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His eyes stay on mine as he drags the ice lower and circles one nipple before moving across to the other. Cold shoots through me hard enough that my legs clamp tighter around his hips, and his gaze drops to where I’m holding him between my thighs.

I grab his wrist before he can pull away, then steal the melting cube from his fingers.

His eyebrows lift.

“My turn.”

I drag it down the side of his neck then lift his shirt, rubbing it over his chest, watching water cut through the sweat on his skin. He sucks in a breath when I run it slowly over his stomach.

“Still hot?” I ask.

“You’re not helping.”

I laugh as the last of the cube melts between my fingers. I wipe my wet hand over his stomach and drop his shirt. Then I grab the back of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine again.

The sound he makes when he kisses me is straight out of the best sex dream I’ve ever had.

His hands slide over my bare skin, hot against the cold water still streaking my chest. One palm closes around my breast while the other moves down between my thighs. Instead of wasting time taking off my underwear, his fingers hook the crotch and tug the wet fabric aside. He slides two fingers into me, and I groan into his mouth.

My hands drop to his waist. I fight the metal button on his jeans until it pops loose, then yank the zipper down while we kiss sloppy and hard. Reaching past his boxers, I pull his thick, hot cock free. My fingers wrap around the length, getting sticky with pre-cum. I hook my legs around his waist and cross my ankles behind his back, dragging him as close as physically possible.

I'm dripping wet and so ready for him.

Sumner pulls his fingers out of me and grips my hips, lining himself up before he pushes forward. He sinks just the tip into me, and it’s not even close to enough, but it’s already so good. I’ve missed this. No one’s ever felt like he does, and the memory of that night in the hotel has nothing on the real thing.

Even just a fraction of an inch feels so right. Like everything I’ve been starving for is finally happening. I throw my head back, and a loud, messy moan I’ve never heard myself make comes out of me. The hard edge of the counter bites into the back of my thighs while I try to force him deeper with my legs.

He stops and holds himself still, buried just an inch inside me while he pants for air and his hips move the tiniest bit like he can’t help himself. But I don't want to wait. I want him deep and I want him to move.

"Sumner," I whine, shifting my hips forward to try and take more of him.

His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place so I can't do anything but take whatever he gives me. One of his hands slides up to palm my boob. He rubs his thumb hard over my nipple, and I shudder, clenching tight around the tip of his cock.

"Look at you," he murmurs, watching me shake. "So wet you're leaving a puddle on this counter."

"It's your fault," I gasp, my nails digging into the damp cotton of his shirt at his waist.

A slow, arrogant smirk tilts up the corner of his mouth. "I know. My baby is making you crazy, isn't it? Flooding your body with all these hormones just so you'd let me back inside you."

"Yes," I beg. "Get your dick in me now, Maverick."

He rocks his hips, sliding in another fraction of an inch before pulling back, teasing me with the blunt head of his dick. "Tell me you want me to fill you up."

"I want you to fill me up," I say, my nails biting into his back. "I want everything."

He pulls back and drives in hard, burying himself all the way, and I cry out and pulse around him because I’m already on the verge of coming.

“Fuck,” he grinds out as he gets lost in this thing between us and fucks me in a fast, relentless rhythm. "I missed this pussy."

I grip the edge of the counter, my hips rolling to meet every hard thrust. He hits deep, so deep I swear I can feel him in my fucking soul. Sweat drips down my chest as his hand on my breast squeezes tight before sliding up to grip my throat, his thumb pressing right under my jaw so I'm forced to meet his eyes.

"You feel that?" he asks. "You're so tight I can barely move. I can feel you squeezing me."

I'm panting now, my thighs shaking as I try to hold on to the edge of the counter so I don't get fucked right off it. The pressure in my belly is building, winding so tight I can't breathe. I'm so close I can taste it.

A choked sound gets trapped in my throat when he presses a little harder on my windpipe. My nails dig into his forearm, but I don't push him off. I just hold on as my pussy throbs around his dick. "Sumner..."

"Give it to me, baby," he rasps. "Come all over my cock and take what you need."