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I brushed her blond tresses from her shoulders so that her hair cascaded down her back.

Sierra’s eyes closed from the contact.

I looped my fingers through her hair, feeling the silkiness. I breathed into her neck. “You know what I’ve always wanted to do out here?”

Her eyes fluttered open. “What’s that?”

If she thought we were going to have some big talk, I had to shut it down. Talking was not on the menu.

“I’ll tell you, but you have to promise me something first.”

My hands slipped to her hips. I pulled on the edges of her short skirt.

She nodded. “What’s the promise.”

“No talking.” A mischievous grin spread across my face.

Sierra laughed. “You don’t want to talk?”

I pushed my finger to her lips and eyed her. “Do you promise or not?”

She tried to arrange her face to make it look serious. “Ok. I promise.”

“Good girl.”

My mouth pressed against hers, willing her to part her lips for me. She wrapped her arms around my neck as the kiss in the summer night turned into something primal. She bit at my bottom lip, and then sighed when I crashed my lips harder against hers.

“I’ve always wanted you on that swing.”

She opened her mouth to tell me no. But I cut her off with one glance.

“And tonight. You are mine on that swing.”

I didn’t know what happened this morning. Why we argued. Why I let feelings get involved. What I did know was that I loved kissing her. Loved how she felt in my hands. Loved sinking into her. I wasn’t going to let this night go to waste. Not when I had two left.

My hands gathered the edges of her tank top and tugged them over her head. She lifted her arms. Her eyes met mine as the shirt slid against her stomach, over her breasts, and along her arms. I dropped it on the porch.

My tongue hungrily sought hers, needing to taste the sweetness of her mouth. The tighter I pulled her against me, the more I wanted her. Maybe it was because she wasn’t staying. Maybe I was desperate to memorize everything about her. If I kissed her enough. If I fucked her enough. Everything would change.

I wanted her now.

With one hand, I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to the floorboards. Did she know what she was doing to me? I felt my whole body ache to possess her, to show her exactly what I could do for her. My fingers reached between her legs, sliding the lace on her panties to the side. She whimpered at the contact and bit her lip.

I pushed the skirt up around her hips. The straps on her bra fell to her shoulders as I pulled the lace down to expose her perfect nipples.

I grabbed Sierra around the waist, lifted her, and positioned her until she was fastened around my hips. Without taking my mouth off hers, I carefully stepped back until I felt the edge of the swing hit the back of my legs. Her kisses had become more feverish, and I was doing everything I could to steady the building need I had for her.

“Blake, we’re going to fall.” I felt her grip tighten around my neck.

“Shhh, no talking,” I growled.

I glanced down at the swing. It was plenty wide, almost like a swinging daybed. “I’ve got you,” I said as I steadied myself on the cushion.

I had to be inside her. I had to bury myself in this woman. The need was overwhelming. Consuming.

I gripped her lower back and watched in awe as she arched away from me, thrusting her breasts forward and sliding down on top of my rock hard cock.

The swing floated along the porch. Tomorrow didn’t matter. This morning didn’t matter. This did. I held Sierra as the swing carried us back and forth, slowly slicing through the hot August night.