She runs her fingers through my hair, nails scratching lightly down the sides of my neck. When she reaches my shoulders she pauses, her eyes moving over my chest and down my abs.

“You look so good without a shirt on. I wish it was summer all the time.”

“I won’t wear one while we’re in the house.”

“Or by the pool.” Her fingertips drift down my arms.

“I won’t even wear shorts, if that’s what you want. I’ll swing free all weekend, just for you.”

“Just for me, eh?”

There’s the cute Canadian twang I like so much.

“Mmm. Just for you.”

“That’d be fun, but the neighbors can see everything.”

“Aren’t they, like, ninety?”

“Yeah, but the old guy’s a pervert. He watches me sunbathe with binoculars.”

“Seriously?”

“Sometimes. He’s harmless. I doubt he’s had a real hard-on since the early nineties.”

“I’m gonna skinny dip tomorrow so I can make him jealous.”

Sunny laughs and runs her hands over my shoulders. “I think you want to get naked in front of me.”

“Look at how excited you are about me being shirtless. I don’t know if you can handle me naked, baby.” I grin at her put-out expression. Leaning in, I drop a kiss on the end of her nose, and another on her chin. “I’m fucking with you, Sunny. I think you can handle me fine.”

She cups the back of my neck, drawing me in for another kiss. Our tongues meet and tangle, softness changing to need as the kiss gets deeper and Sunny starts rubbing up on me. I cup her ass and help out with some friction.

Sunny’s hand wanders from my shoulder, down my arm to my side. I know where she’s headed when her fingertips reach the waistband of my shorts. Normally I’d be damn excited about this.

Unfortunately, I was in a rush getting to her, so I didn’t have time to rub one out before I got on the plane. It’s three in the morning. The last time I self-loved was yesterday. I whack a minimum of twice a day. Usually first thing in the morning and before bed. I’m behind, which means if she puts her hand on me, after two weeks of only my own, I’m likely to blow real fast. And I could probably use a quick clean-up with a razor. It’s not pretty in my pants right now.

Thankfully, we’re pressed up right against each other, and I’m grinding all over her, so it’s a struggle to get a hand between us. She gives up after a minute, her hands going back to my ass.

“Maybe we should go upstairs,” she says when I break free from her lips and kiss a path down her neck.

“That’s an idea.”

Except it will take us out of the moment. Plus, there’s something extra hot about making out with her in one of these hideous chairs, in the middle of her family living room. I scan the room; all the curtains are drawn, so her pervy neighbors can’t see inside. I decide I want to make her come here. That way, every time I have to sit in this room and chitchat with her parents, I’ll have this awesome memory.

I inch toward the top of her thigh. Sunny groans and her legs tighten on my hips.

“Let’s go to my room.”

“Whadda you wanna do up there that we can’t do here?” I bite her collarbone through her shirt.

Sunny arches, pushing her chest out. Her cleavage might be ruined by the damn sports bra, but it’s not padded; I can still see the faintest outline of nipple through her shirt. I brush over the spot with a knuckle.

“Miller.”

“’Sup, baby?” This time I slide a hand under her shirt, tickling along her ribs. When I reach that stupid bra I push it up until her breasts pop out the bottom. Now I can see her perfect nipples through the sheer fabric. It’s almost better than having an unobstructed view.

“Let’s just go—”

The words die when I cover her nipple with my mouth.

“Oh, God.” She wraps both arms around my head.

I’m kneading one boob while I suck on the other nipple, leaving a hand free. I feel my way up into her shorts until I reach the edge of her panties. I don’t go under, though, because that’s exactly what she wants me to do. Instead I follow the elastic down to the juncture of her thigh and the most exciting spots.

I could get her naked. It’d be superhot. But here’s the thing about foreplay: sometimes it’s hotter with clothes on. There’s something extra sexy about making a woman come fully dressed. Well, as much as Sunny’s outfit counts as being fully dressed.

I palm her through the damp cotton, and she tries to lift her hips. It’s a challenge considering her back is arched, and she’s sitting in a chair.

I release her nipple. The pale pink shirt sticks to her boob where it’s wet. “You still wanna go upstairs?”

Sunny blinks, her confusion cute. “What?”

“Upstairs? You wanna go there?” Her panties are blue with a tiny white and dark blue polka dot pattern. I slide the tip of my finger under the elastic at the crest of her pelvis.

“Right now?” Her expression is priceless.

“If you want.”

“I’m good here.”

“You sure are,” I mutter as I drag a knuckle over soft, smooth skin. She’s wet and hot, and dude, I want to go pussy diving so fucking bad. Maybe I’ll finally get to later tonight.

I unwrap her legs from around my hips, and Sunny shifts forward, slouching down. She drapes one leg over the arm of the chair, the other one I hook over my forearm. The view is fucking awesome.