he sealed her lips with a kiss.
And then she was tumbling, tumbling, falling as if over the gunwale of the canoe, diving deep, breathless and underwater, the world muffled, senses kicked alive. Tethered only by his hungry lips, she floated, weightless, lost completely as the world canted around her. Her head gently hit the floor of the tent, and Dylan raised his face from hers.
She blinked up into those blue eyes as if she were sputtering out of the river. Lightning lit up the tent. He was suspended above her by one hand, powerfully big. He pulled his other hand from under her head to brace himself more securely, only inches above her.
He slid down to lie by her side, trailing his hand across her abdomen. “I’m calling your last hand, Casey.”
Her belly tightened at the feel of his fingers working the button of her jean shorts. Using the pressure of the back of his hand, he forced the zipper open.
He whispered, “Show me everything.”
She raised her bottom, offering him room to maneuver. His nostrils flared as he sat up, grabbed the waist of her shorts and dragged them, along with her tangling black thong, down the length of her legs. She pointed her toes to make it easier for him to set her free of clothes. The cool, storm-stirred air traced breezy ripples over her nakedness, and so did his hungry gaze as he ran her thong between his fingers and looked her over. She shifted, basking under his admiration, wallowing for a moment in the pleasure of feeling so naked, so very wanted.
“A pair of aces,” he murmured, dropping her underwear. “And me with an empty hand.”
He cupped one breast, squeezing gently as her nipple rose to a point. A moan escaped her as he scraped a thumb across the peak, back and forth, back and forth, little shooting sensations driving deep between her legs.
He settled into position beside her, watching her face as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. “You’ve got a flush, Casey.”
She reached over to grasp the hardness tenting his swim trunks. “And you’ve got a straight.”
He jerked and made a sound in the back of his throat as she squeezed. His member throbbed against her hand. She curled her legs up as she imagined him inside her. The pressure between her thighs wasn’t nearly enough for satisfaction.
“Play fair, Dylan,” she gasped. “I won this hand.”
“A flush always beats a straight.”
He sat up, his abdomen crunching in folds. Biting her lower lip, she trailed a finger down the furrow of his back, swirling it into the dimple above his butt as he slid his trunks off. He returned to her side, his face tight as he turned her face to his for another kiss.
He tugged on her lower lip, urging her onto her side so they would be square against each other. She’d concede to anything he asked right now, she ached so much. Her nipples slid against his chest. The light spray of his chest hair brushed over their sensitive tips in a way that made her groan. He pushed her tangled hair away from her face, exploring her mouth. She could hardly take a breath between his kisses.
His hot member pressed against her thigh, the tip close to where she most wanted it to be. He dragged his hand out of her hair, his fingers trailing over her shoulder, down her side, skimming over her lower back in a way that made her arch like a cat. But his touch didn’t linger. It kept sliding down until he stretched the width over her ass.
He nudged her body flat against his, breasts to thighs, his solid cock pressing into the shallow delta of her loins.
“Your ass belongs in my hand,” he murmured into her ear, trailing his lips across her temple. “It’s just the right size.”
“I’ve wanted your hand there, too.”
The jolt that went through him echoed against her own. “Since when?”
“Since you shoved me into that canoe. I’ve been walking around with the imprint of your hand on my butt.”
“You only had to ask, Casey,” he said, shaking his head. “One word, and—”
“I’m asking now.”
She slid a knee up over his thigh, trembling as the cool air kissed the wetness of her sex. She wiggled up to maneuver his length into the space between her legs. She twitched in pleasure as the head of his organ grazed past her nub.
“Wait.” With a glottal sound in his throat, he pulled himself back. “Don’t