here is, you crazy man.”
Stuffing the small note back into the envelope, I run down the stairs, snatching my purse and keys off of the counter and locking up behind me.
An hour later, I am pulling up to the lake where Turner proposed to me. Placing my car in park right next to his, I roll down the window and breathe in the warm early summer air, staring at the man I am so deeply in love with. His body is propped up against a tree, the tall green grass up to his knees and his eyes pinned directly on me. If a man could be beautiful, he would be, with his square jaw, broad shoulders, and long, muscular legs. I sigh as I get out of the car and go to him.
“You found me.”
His brows quirk up, his gaze travels up and down my body.
“Of course I did. In my favorite spot in the world.”
I stop directly in front of him, our bodies inches apart.
He leans forward and places a tender kiss on one cheek then the other, moving ever so slowly to the corner of my mouth. Our eyes are locked on each other, our breathing becoming heavier with each passing second. When his lips touch mine, I melt, not from the heat of the Georgia sun, but from his scorching kiss. He is devouring my mouth as if this was his first taste of me and he craves more. He kisses me like we are fused together and he never wants us to separate. His hands move to cup my ass, drawing me in closer to him. I feel what he had left me craving an hour ago when he left me at home.
He lifts me up, my legs clinging around his waist, my long flowing yellow dress pooling around my thighs. He shifts us around until I am the one up against the tree.
“We have way too many clothes on, don’t you think?” he says as he nips up and down my neck, stopping at the dip of cleavage my dress is exposing.
“We do.”
His lips never leave my skin as he shucks himself out of his suit jacket. The minute it’s off, my hands are wildly unbuttoning his shirt, practically ripping it off of his body. Skating my nails down his chest, across his smooth, taut abs, he quivers from my touch.
His demanding tongue strokes deeply, circling slowly with mine. I pull the button of his dress slacks undone and shove his pants down, then pull him into me, gripping the firmest ass in the whole damn world.
“God, I want you so damn bad,” he breathes hoarsely, pulling away from me as he spins me around. My arms circle the tree and he unzips my dress, pulling the spaghetti straps down and kissing every inch of my exposed skin as he goes. I clench my legs together from the deep ache I feel from needing him inside of me.
“Open them,” he commands while he kneels down behind me, tapping each foot to have me step out of my dress. I open my legs, looking behind me to see his shocked expression.
“No panties?”
“No.”
“Damn, Clove. This is the best view of your perfect pussy I have ever had. The sun is showing me how wet you are for me. Turn around, babe. My tongue needs to taste you.”
My body is on overload as he yanks his boxers down, places his suit jacket on the ground, and lowers his body into the grass.
“Come here.”
His hands go around my ankles, helping guide me down onto his face.
“Oh, my,” I moan into the open field when his tongue takes its first swipe, swirling and dipping deep into my core. He stops and begins to blow softly onto my pussy. My hands dig deep into his hair.
“Turner. God, I can’t take it.”
“Oh, you will take it, all right. Everything I give you, you will take. Now, I’m starving.”
My clit is aching for him to touch it, to nibble and suck it deep. It’s as if he is ignoring my most sensitive part on purpose as he teases me, seduces me in ways like never before.
Finally, he nips at my clit and proceeds to eat me like he hasn’t had a meal in weeks. Back and forth he licks from the inside out as I wiggle and squirm, shoving my face farther into his gloriously talented mouth.
“Fuck, you taste so good.”
That’s the only thing he says as he continues putting his tongue inside