She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart and turned her head. Their lips almost brushed as she gazed into his eyes. “Why do you say things like that? Is it to shock me?”

“Because I mean it.”

Her heart pounded. He had beautiful eyes. His big body braced hers and his arm wrapped around her tighter, holding her close. It was impossible to ignore that he was an attractive man. She decided to try humor to cool down the situation. “Thanks for saving me. Turning into a human popsicle when the sun goes down isn’t my idea of fun.”

No luck. She became even more aware of how he held her. He was on his knees, legs spread, and her ass was firmly pressed against his groin. She wiggled her hips a little and couldn’t miss the hard ridge of arousal she felt. She froze.

He softly growled at her, the golden highlights in his blue eyes seeming to flare brighter so she could see them better, and he breathed in her scent through nostrils that flared.

“Let go.” Her voice came out shaky.

“Do you know what you do to me?”

“I can feel it.”

His gaze lowered to her mouth. “At least allow me a kiss. I did prevent you from falling into the river. Don’t I deserve something for that?”

He adjusted his arm and brushed his palm over one mound of her breast, cupping it. He gently squeezed.

Dusti closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. It felt good and a jolt of pleasure hit. He squeezed again, the sensation turning her on in a rapid flash of desire until she arched her back a little to press more firmly against his palm. He slid to the ground from his crouched position and his other hand gripped her skirt. She didn’t protest when his hot fingers curled around her inner leg and slid up her thigh.

“Kiss me.” It was a harsh command.

“No,” she whispered. He was making it difficult to think. It frightened her how he affected her. She couldn’t remember anyone else ever being able to turn her on so fast and make it so impossible to think. She tried to resist. “That would be a dumb thing to do.”

He paused, and then moved the hand on her inner thigh to just inches from her panties. “You think I’m insane, so you should expect me to do rash things.” He slid his hand higher and cupped her through her panties. Dusti tensed before shivering as he rubbed his fingers over the soft material there, brushing against her clit and pressing tight against the lips of her sex.

He softly growled. “You smell so good that I want to have you for dessert. Would you let me do that? Let me remove your thong and spread these silky thighs around my face if I stretch out on my back? Could I nibble on you until you’re about to come, and then fuck you with my tongue until you scream out my name when you do?”

It shocked her that he’d say something so crude. She opened her eyes to stare at him. Her heart beat erratically inside her chest. No one had ever spoken that graphically to her before. The visual of him doing exactly what he said made her unconsciously grind her ass against his jeans. The thick bulge trapped inside the denim became more noticeable.

He used his finger to shove her panties to the side. He traced the seam of her sex, found her wetness, and used that moisture while pressing the tip of his finger against her clit. He drew tight, small circles around the bundle of nerves until she couldn’t pretend it didn’t affect her. Dusti moaned, unable to hold back the sound of pleasure. He continued to taunt and play with her until she couldn’t think. It was just desire and longing. Aching.

“You’re so hot and smell so damn good, I have to taste.”

She didn’t protest when he lifted her, forcing her to stand. He remained on his knees while he yanked her panties down. She actually lifted each foot to help him free them from her ankles. His hands gripped her hips, turning her to face him. Dusti stared down into his sexy eyes, mute, clueless about what to say at that moment.

He brought his knees together and pulled her forward, so she had to step on each side of his hips when he shifted position until he was sitting on his ass in the grass. He used his hold on her to keep her close. He slowly started to lay back until he was stretched out flat, bringing her down with him. She ended up straddling his chest. She silently stared at him.

“Climb forward.” His gaze shifted to the grass next to his face. “Put your knees right there on each side.” He looked up at her with sexy dark blue eyes that flared with yearning. “Now.” He pulled on her hips, urging her to move.

This is insane, she admitted, even as she bent forward. Bracing her hands on the grass over his head, she crawled up his body. She put her knees where he’d indicated, her lower legs bent up over the curves of his shoulders since they were too wide for her to avoid.

Drantos released her hips and grabbed her skirt, shoving it up and out of the way. The material bunched on her lower back and fell over the top of his head, blocking her view of what he was about to do. She just closed her eyes, since she couldn’t see him anyway. His hot breath fanned over her sex right before his hands gripped her inner thighs. She gasped when he forced them wider apart to lower her body, adjusting her—and then she felt the vee of her thighs pressed against his mouth.

Her fingers clawed the grass, her nails digging into the dirt below when he sealed his hot mouth over her clit. His tongue traced over the sensitive bud. He started to suckle, the strong tugs making her cry out in ecstasy.

She’d had guys go down on her before but none of them had ever had her in that position, and they sure hadn’t been aggressive about it. Drantos wasn’t just teasing her with light little licks. He seemed to want to devour her. His strong mouth and tongue conquered her, overtook her ability to think, until all she could feel was raw sexual desire clawing inside her to find release.

He suddenly stopped when she knew she was about to climax. She wanted to protest, to beg him not to stop doing what he was doing to her clit. Her mouth actually parted to say the words…

Then his tongue breached her pussy, entering her fast. He had to have a long, thick tongue for her to feel that wonderful stretching sensation. She threw her head back and cried out his name.

He snarled in response and pulled her even tighter against his face. He’d said he wanted to fuck her with his tongue and that’s exactly what he did. He withdrew and then plunged back inside, over and over. He pressed the tip of his nose against her clit and rubbed it while he moved his head. The up and down motion set a rapid pace that drove Dusti insane. He snarled deeper, causing slight vibrations. His hands kept her hips in place in a near-bruising hold to prevent her from getting away when she started to rock her hips against his driving tongue. It was too much, felt too good; she swore she couldn’t withstand it.