More than anything, she would have loved it if he’d scooped her up in his arms and carted her straight to bed. She would have been much happier eating later, after they’d satisfied their other appetites. Dropping her forehead to rest on the top of the table, she counted to twenty.

She could hear Abel rummaging around in the kitchen, so she knew she didn’t have much time to get herself under control. He’d gone to the trouble of preparing her supper. No man, other than her brothers, had ever cooked for her, and they had only done it the few times she was too sick to do it herself. This was special and she was determined to enjoy every moment of it and not ruin the evening he had planned.

Raising her head, she sat back in her chair, and crossed her legs. She hoped she appeared cool and relaxed. It was the look she was going for. The screened door opened behind her and Abel placed one glass on the table and handed her the other.

“I didn’t know if you drank, but I figured I couldn’t go wrong with white wine.” He sauntered towards the barbecue on the corner of the back deck.

Erin watched his butt as he walked. The jeans he was wearing fit him like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. And since she’d already seen all of him, her mind filled in all the details. The black tank top he was wearing stretched tight across his chest, outlining all the muscles in his torso and back. His wide shoulders and thick arms were bare, and the muscles rippled as he started the barbecue.

Catching herself before she sighed out loud, she glanced around the deck to distract herself from Abel’s scrumptious body. The covered back porch actually ran the entire length of the house and Abel’s parents had added a twelve foot square patio area off one end. The patio table, where she was seated, was tucked closer to the house, so that it was partially shaded by the porch roof. The barbecue was located in the far corner of the patio, and a large metal deck chair that was covered with a soft cushion was situated right next to it. Erin picked up her wineglass and moseyed over, leaving the partial shade of the house behind her.

Abel glanced her way, but said nothing as she settled herself into the chair. There was plenty of room for two. It crossed her mind that maybe she could entice him to share it with her while they waited for the coals to burn down. She sipped her wine to ease her parched mouth. The crisp fruity flavor was soothing on her dry lips. Licking them, she peeked over at Abel, unable to help herself.

His eyes were a blaze of green fire as he watched her. Erin could feel the heat rising inside her. Feeling wanton and powerful, she slid her tongue across her lower lip again, slowly and deliberately. Abel’s face tightened and his entire body seemed to clench. She could see the outline of his cock, straining against the zipper of his jeans.

“You’re playing with fire,” he warned her. He never moved a muscle, but his gaze still devoured her.

“Maybe I want to,” she taunted, taking another sip of the wine before placing the glass on the deck next to the chair.

He moved suddenly, all fluid motion, as he plucked her out of the chair and into his arms. She could barely breathe as his mouth slammed down on top of hers. It seemed as if he wanted to eat her alive. For a moment, she wondered if she’d bitten off more than she could handle, but her own arousal continued to grow, and suddenly what was almost too much a moment ago was no longer enough. She needed more. Wanted more.

A picture flashed in her mind. It wasn’t one of the positions in the article, but it was something else she’d read about that she was dying to try. It was hard to think as Abel had left her mouth and was licking a heated path down her throat. She tilted her head to the side, wanting to give him whatever he wanted. However, the erotic picture continued to fill her mind, and she knew she wanted to do it. Here. Now. Tonight. She had no guarantee how long their affair would last and she didn’t want to lose her chance.

“Abel.” Her voice was low and hoarse at first. Abel’s lips were feasting on her neck making it hard for her to think, let alone speak. Desperately, she tried again. “Abel.” This time it was more forceful and got his attention. He raised his head slowly and shuddered.

Gripping her upper arms tight, he steadied them both. “Sorry. That got out of hand.”

She couldn’t bear to have him apologize for something so wonderful. “I didn’t mind.”

“Then why did you stop me?” His voice wasn’t sharp at all, but merely questioning.

“I want to do something.”

A slow smile spread across his face as he stepped back and spread his arms wide. “I’m all yours, baby.”

Now that it was time to state what she wanted from him, it was a little more difficult than she’d anticipated. She cleared her throat. “I want to try something I read about.”

“In the magazine?” He looked intrigued and his eyes were still hot as they continued to skim her body. She could tell he was imagining all kinds of things, and just the thought of what he might want to do to her made her shiver.

“Yes, but a different article.” Grabbing hold of her courage, she nodded at the chair. “You have to sit down for this to work.”

He dropped into the chair and waited.

“Umm. You have to take off your shirt.” Before she could blink, he’d crossed his arms over his back, grabbed the fabric of the black tank shirt, and pulled it over his head. Tossing it onto the deck beside him, he waited.

He looked absolutely gorgeous sitting there. His body was tanned and hard as stone. He resembled a pagan god come to life. Even the tufts of hair under his armpits looked sexy. Abel reached out a hand to her, but she backed away.

“Don’t be afraid,” he coaxed. “We’ll do whatever you want.”

“Just sit there and let me do everything. Okay?” Abel lowered his hand and nodded.

She could feel herself relax the moment he agreed to let her do what she wanted. Erin trusted him not to break his word to her. This was her show and she was going to run it exactly the way she wanted. She only hoped she could come up with enough nerve to strip in front of him. Tugging her shirt from the waistband of her jeans, she jerked it over her head and let it drop beside her. Abel’s breathing caught and his fists clenched at his sides. That was all the encouragement she needed. She reached for the opening of her bra, skimming her hands over her breasts as she did so.

Abel couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Erin had stripped off her top and her hands were now covering her breasts. His cock throbbed and his hands clenched at the thought of tearing the rest of her clothes from her body. He wanted to stroke her breasts and suck on her nipples until they became as red as ripe berries.

Her fingers moved to the front clasp between her breasts and hesitated for a moment. Mentally, he ordered her to open it. For one second she looked uncertain and he almost howled in frustration.

He never took his eyes off her hands, willing her to move them, and a moment later, she popped open the clasp. The cotton cups pulled away from her breasts, leaving them bare. She shimmied her shoulders slightly, making the straps slip down her arms. The bra fell behind her. Her breathing was rapid, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. Closing his eyes against the potent sight of her standing naked from the waist up, he searched for control, knowing he’d need it to get through whatever she had planned.

The sound of a zipper had his eyes wide open before she finished pulling it down. Licking his lips in anticipation, he waited as she toed off her sneakers and then peeled the tight jeans down over her hips and thighs, letting them drop to her ankles. She bent over and stepped out of her jeans, pulling off her socks as she did so. Her breasts swayed seductively as she leaned forward, and before he could stop himself, his hand reached out to fondle one of them.

She jerked back, almost stumbling before a slow, seductive smile crossed her face. It was a soft smile, full of promise. He could see the reddish curls of her pubic hair through the light fabric of her cotton white bikini pants. His fingers itched to slide through them, through her slick folds, and straight into her waiting warmth. As he watched, her nipples tightened and she quivered slightly before hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties and skimming them quickly down her legs.

As she kicked them away, she spread her legs slightly and stood there, bathed in the hot evening sun, allowing him to look his fill. The sunlight made the red strands of her hair glitter, and the blue of her eyes looked even lighter against her tanned face. Her full lips were parted as her tongue darted out to moisten them.

He was in total agony, but he knew that this moment was etched indelibly on his mind forever. There would never be another second of time more perfect than this one. Swallowing hard against the unexpected emotion welling up inside him, he held his hand out to her once more and waited.

Erin walked slowly towards him, but avoided his hand and dropped gracefully to her knees in front of him. He almost swallowed his tongue when she reached for the zipper of his jeans and slowly eased it down over his engorged cock. It sprang free immediately, as he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Oh, commando. I’ve heard about this.” She was staring at his cock as if it was the greatest thing she’d ever beheld in her life. Abel was supremely glad that he’d only hauled on his jeans after he showered.

Using one of her fingers, she traced his length from the base to the tip, swirling it around the head and laughing delightedly when a drop of pearly liquid appeared at the top. He desperately wanted her to grip him tight and pump hard, but even more than that, he wanted her to indulge herself. It was just about the hardest thing he’d ever done, but he sat there and waited for her to make the next move.

Tentatively, she wrapped a hand around his cock near the base and slowly began to slide her hand up and down. Her grip was light and her movements slow. Abel pushed himself against her hand. “Harder,” he encouraged her.

Erin’s fingers tightened around him, and she began to pump her hand once again. This time her rhythm was slightly faster and harder. She glanced up at him, and he realized that she was looking for some kind of response or direction from him.

“That’s feels real good, honey,” he praised her. “But let me take off my jeans. It’ll be better that way.” He lifted his hips as he spoke and Erin tugged the jeans down over his thighs. Yanking off his sneakers and socks, she flung them aside, and then hauled his jeans down his calves and over his feet. Now both of them were naked.

Reaching down, Abel dug into his jeans pocket and pulled out a little bundle of tissue paper. “I bought this for you today.” He handed it to her and watched with anticipation as she unwrapped it.

Peeling back the white paper, she stared at the contents and looked back at him. He mentally sighed as she bit her lip, her eyes hesitant. “They look really pretty, but what are they.”

Abel reached out and plucked on of the items off the tissue. “It’s a nipple clip.” His finger tapped the little beads at the end, making them swing slightly. “It slips on over your nipple and we can tighten it until it’s comfortable for you.” Reaching out, he stroked one of her tight nipples. “These beauties stay nice and hard giving you pleasure.”

She glanced from the clip in his hand to the one in her hand. “Does it hurt?”

“No, honey. If it hurts, then it’s too tight and we adjust it.” Cupping her chin in his hand, he turned it until she was facing him. “It’s all about pleasure.”

“You’d enjoy it, wouldn’t you?” Her innocent question made his cock throb even harder.

“Oh, yeah.” He said nothing else, not wanting to pressure her, but damn he wanted to see those cute little clips hanging from her nipples.

Tentatively, she held her hand out to him. He swallowed his disappointment and took it from her, ready to wrap them up and put them away.

“Will you put them on for me?” Her soft plea shot through him like a bullet.

Would he? Hell, yes. Instead of grabbing her like he wanted, he took his time and drew her closer to him. Digging into his jeans pocket again, he drew out a small tube, opened it and squeezed some onto his fingers. Using his fingertips, he lightly coated her nipples with the lubrication. Erin said nothing, but leaned closer.

“That will help them slide on so they don’t hurt.” Picking up the first one, he carefully pinched the first nipple. It was already swollen, but he took his time, pleasuring her with his fingers before sliding the nipple clip over it. The clip captured the hard nub securely, and then Abel slowly adjusted the fit.