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I go willingly, pressing my body to his as he draws me down to the ground. He sits with me in his lap, my legs around his waist.
"You're so damn beautiful, Mischief." He brushes my hair away from my face, leaning down to kiss water droplets from my skin. "Every damn time I look at you, you take my breath away."
"You do too." I trace my fingers over his cheekbones and then down his muscular shoulders. "I never thought I'd fall in love with the freaking Hulk."
"I love that." He gives me those dimples again.
"What?"
"My size is not a bonus where you're concerned." He chuckles. "It annoys the hell out of you."
"Well, yeah." I frown at him. "It's really hard to kick an ass you can barely reach, Tiny."
He laughs again, tipping me over backward so I land on my back beneath him. "That's what I love, Mischief. I'm not a goddamn bucket list item to you. My size isn't something in a checklist. You don't give a shit how big I am. You're going to give me hell and fight me regardless."
"You aren't a bucket list item," I agree, squirming beneath him. "But, um, there is one thing I'd like to check off the list any minute now."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"You inside me."
"Oh, we're getting there, baby," he growls. "But not until I get dessert."
"Cormac," I moan.
"I'm starving for you, Mischief. So lay back and let me have my snack, and then I'll take the cherry you keep waving in my face."
"I do not!"
"Yeah, you do."
His lips close around my nipple, and my argument dissolves. Who needs to argue anyway?
I stare up at the bright blue sky as he tortures me slowly, reducing me to a stuttering, sobbing mess. If anyone else is around, they definitely hear me. They probably see us too. But I don't really care. Part of the thrill is getting caught, and I know Cormac wouldn't have me out here if he didn't think we were completely alone.
He kisses a hot trail down my body, leaving little love bites to mark his journey. I writhe beneath him, pleading for him to go faster. The wicked man doesn't listen, of course.
By the time he finally settles between my legs, beads of sweat replace the water droplets on my skin. He throws my legs over his shoulders, lifting me toward his mouth.
"Fuck, I missed this sweet little thing," he growls, diving right in.
My hips jolt upward, a sharp cry ringing out around us. Filthy sounds fill the air as he eats me, loud and messy and wild. I sob his name, shouting it to the heavens. Nothing should feel this damn good.
And yet it does. So damn good.
I grind my hips against his face, clinging to his hair as he attacks my clit with his tongue. He thrusts two fingers inside me, stretching and fucking me with them, driving me out of my mind.
When I'm on the edge, he pries my cheeks apart. His tongue presses against my back entrance.
I shout his name, shocked.
"I feel your cunt squeezing the fuck out of my fingers, Mischief," he growls, hooking an arm around my waist to drag me back down beneath him. "Don't pretend you don't fucking love having my tongue on this hot little hole."
Oh. God. He's right. I do love it. Maybe I shouldn't, but I do.
"It's mine too. I'll eat it if I want." He buries his face between my cheeks again, circling that hole with his tongue. He stiffens it, forcing the tip of it into me while stroking my g-spot at the same time.
I come apart at the seams, screaming as an orgasm knocks me breathless.
