But right at that moment, his usual reluctance was absent. Perhaps it was because he realized he was getting older. Time was slipping by and if he wanted to have a cabin built while he was still young enough to have kids, he should get working on it.

Or perhaps it was because for the first time since Erica left, he actually thought he might have found the type of woman he wanted to build a cabin with. Not the type of woman, but the woman.

“I will do it,” Seth said. “Someday.” Maybe someday soon.

“I bet you will.” She settled into him, and he breathed in her orange scent mixed with the piney fragrance of the outdoors. “I can imagine it—a haven just outside the city. No fans, no cameras. I don’t know why I never thought of spending time up here.”

“Because there’s also no running hot water.”

She jabbed her elbow playfully into his ribs. “Whatever.”

He grabbed her hands, holding them so she couldn’t jab him again. She struggled, giggling, trying to free herself. But she was no match for his strength. She gave up, relaxing her head back onto his shoulder and sighed.

He kissed along her neck, and she rolled her head to open up for him as if she wanted his mouth on her as much as he did.

“Your cabin will have hot water though. I hope I still know you when you build it. I’d love to visit.”

An unexpected weight dropped into his stomach at the thought of her not being around. It was that weight, that heaviness that prevented him from telling her his secret. Because he wasn’t ready to lose her and his truth might alienate her completely.

He knew then that he wouldn’t tell her. Not that day, anyway. He needed more time. He needed to be sure she felt the same way about him as he did about her. Then he could tell her.

Brushing his nose against her jaw, he said, “You better still know me when I build that cabin. I’m getting awfully attached.”

She twisted her head to face him. “Are you really?”

“I am. Really.”

She turned more into him and he released her so she could cup his face. “I’ve gotten attached to you too.” It was a whisper, barely a spark of confidence behind it, but it only took a spark to start a fire. He’d take it. If that was all she ever had to offer, he’d take it.

He leaned in to claim her mouth, the plump lips that had teased him all afternoon. Just before his mouth met hers, she said, “Even though you made me rough it today.”

“Oh, princess, you haven’t seen rough yet.”

Then he showed her rough, crushing her to him and burrowing his tongue into her mouth. He loved the feel of her tongue gliding against his. He captured it, sucking before he bit into the tender skin. She mewled and the sexy sound fueled his desire. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her with the intensity he planned to use when he buried his c**k inside her later. Soon. Real soon at the rate that he was thickening and hardening below.

Heather twisted in his lap to straddle him and ground her pelvis into his crotch, pressing her tits into his chest. She was not helping the situation. He needed more of her. Now.

Moving his arms to cradle her ass, he stood. Without missing a beat, she wrapped her legs around him. Jesus, she fit him perfectly, lining up with him just so. He could f**k her like this, moving up against a tree or his truck when his legs weakened.

But it was midday and she was a celebrity and even though they’d seen no one so far, that could change at any moment. He carried her instead toward the tent, not breaking their kiss until they reached the opening. With reluctance, he set her down and held open the flap for her.

“Get in.” His voice was strained—almost as strained as his pants.

She bent over to crawl in and he couldn’t resist swatting her lovely behind as she did. She let out a shriek, and his c**k leapt. Then he was inside with her, flattening her into the sleeping bags he’d rolled out for comfort—minimal comfort that it was on the lumpy ground.

Heather didn’t seem to mind, rolling around as she wrestled with him to remove his shirt. It was a battle since his hands were intent on staying where they were—one pulling through her hair, the other clasping her breast. After a few minutes of struggle, he pulled away with a frustrated groan.

“Get naked,” he commanded.

He loved how she obeyed him, stripping without any delay. He removed his clothes faster than she, so he watched her, stroking his length while he did. It wasn’t that he needed to fluff—he was already hard as stone—but seeing her undress was such a big f**king turn-on, he couldn’t keep his hands off himself. Especially when her eyes clouded with lust as he moved his grasp up and down, up and down.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed her. Needed inside her. Needed to taste her.

“Kneel,” he commanded next. She did, and he lay on his back in front of her, his head facing up at her gorgeous round tits. In a fluid movement, he pulled her over him until her head hovered over his pelvis, and spread her thighs with his hands so that her opening was at his mouth. He circled her cl*t with his nose and inhaled. Fuck, she smelled delicious—musky and sexy and wet for him.

With one long swipe of his tongue, he covered her slit from one end to the other. She moaned and he did it again. Reaching his hands up to grab her ass, he stroked her and laved her with his tongue. He clutched his fingers into her skin to hold her in place as she twitched above him, continuing his assault with fierce tenacity.

But then her lips were on him—on his cock—and his rhythm faltered as she assumed her own movement sucking up and down his length, her br**sts bouncing against his abdomen. Holy shit, her mouth felt like stepping into a hot tub, so good and too much all at once. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d sixty-nine’d with someone. Why didn’t he do this more often? It was so…so…amazing.

It was also so hard to keep focused. And each pass of her tongue brought him closer to cl**ax which he was determined to do inside her, and not inside her mouth.

Summoning to mind nuns and puppies, he renewed his attack. He brought a hand down to finger-fuck her as he licked and swirled his tongue around her bud. With his other hand, he swatted her ass, not able to get quite the smack he’d like at that angle, but certain he marked her just the same.

She cried and twitched and he could feel her tightening around his fingers. Another smack and she was there, shuddering over him, spilling over his hand, crying out as she came and came and came.

Now it would be his turn.

He flipped her over, her body still quaking, and aligned his form with hers. Grabbing her ankles, he bent her legs up, spreading her open as he did. Then he drove in, impaling her deeply. Without pause, he pulled out and rocked into her again, his thrusts assuming a vigorous tempo. His muscles began to tense, and his vision darkened when he felt her clenching around him, signaling she was coming a second time.