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I gasp as he runs his tongue down the other side, my nails digging into my palm in an effort to stay still. I tense when I realize I probably smell like nasty river water. What if I taste like it, too?

"Stop thinking and just feel, Isla. You're getting eaten out under a meteor shower. You'll probably never have this experience again in your entire life."

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to relax. I stare up at the blanket of stars stretched across the velvety night sky. A star shootsacross the expanse of midnight blue sky just as his lips brush against my clit. Fuck. I bring my hand up to my mouth, biting the base of my thumb as his tongue explores the most intimate part of me. His hum of appreciation rolls over me, the tiny hairs on my body rising as if to say thank you. Resting his cheek against my thigh, he traces my opening with one finger, a gentle caress, teasing, promising. I dig my heels into the floor of the tent, lifting my hips, using my body to tell him I'm ready. He dips one finger in, testing the waters. The finger retreats, but before I can voice my disappointment, he groans, and I imagine him sucking me off his finger, eyes hooded, nostrils flared. A fresh wave of desire floods my system, and he expertly rides it, pushing two fingers into me with perfect timing. I squeeze around him, pulsing my muscles, desperate for him to start moving.

"I can't wait to slam into you and feel you squeeze around my cock," he says, his lips moving against my inner thigh.

I moan as he curls his fingers, massaging my G-spot with slow, even strokes. Just the right amount of pressure to have me on the edge.

"I can't see your face, Isla. I need to hear you." He stops moving his fingers when I don’t respond. "Understand?"

"Yes," I groan, dropping my hand to my side.

"Good girl," he murmurs, kissing the apex of my thighs, teasing me with the tip of his tongue.

"Henry, please," I beg. He flattens his tongue, feathering it over my clit, fucking me with his fingers until I'm sobbing his name.

"The way you move. Fucking hell, Isla." I whimper as he seals his lips over me, sucking hard. He pulls back, ragged breaths heating my skin. "Isla, you're going to have to come for me before I embarrass myself."

"But I want you–"

"Not tonight. Tonight is about you," he says, cutting me off. "I was planning on edging you longer, but I'm about to nut in my pants, and I don't want that to be the memory you have of our first date."

My grin melts off my face as he adjusts his hand, his pinky sliding up my ass crack, teasing sensitive skin as he kneads the inner wall ofmy pussy with his fingertips. My jaw clenches, my abs contracting, my entire body poised on the edge of something life-changing. I stare up at the sky, the stars melding into one guiding light as he drags his tongue up my slit before pulling me into his mouth, syncing the rhythm of tongue with his hand. Lightning crashes through me, brighter than any shooting star, lighting up parts of me that I didn't even know existed. I moan as ecstasy crackles along my synapses, making me a prisoner to my own body. I scream his name as I lose control, my orgasm launching me into another dimension. Henry hooks a hand around my thigh, holding me tight as I buck against him, not easing up until the tension melts from my body and all that’s left are the aftereffects of the best orgasm of my life. I push up on a trembling arm, unzipping the tent, desperate to see his face.

"Come here." I pull him on top of me, licking his lips before sliding my tongue against his, showing him exactly what I would do if he would only let me.

"Enough," he says roughly, rolling so his back is on the mattress, cuddling me in the crook of his arm. He reaches into the tent and pulls out a pillow and blanket, tucking it around me before putting the pillow under his head. "Perfect," he murmurs, kissing my forehead. We fall asleep as the stars paint streaks across the canvas of the night sky.

24

Ispend the next two days cleaning out the space for the brewery. It's tedious, back-breaking work. Over the years, this part of the barn has turned into storage for everything from broken farm tools to extra sets of china and silverware.

"Mind if I join you?" Charlie asks from the doorway, a pitcher of icy lemonade in one hand and two glasses in the other.

"Thank god. I feel like my mind is atrophying from boredom." I drag an armchair near the doorway and brush the dust away. "I'm hoping you'll get a bit of a breeze being close to the door. If not, I can run an extension cord and grab a fan."

"I'll be fine, Isla, I promise." Charlie hands me a glass and fills it up before sitting and pouring her own. She winces as she places the pitcher on the ground.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, wondering how she can possibly carry this baby for one more day.

"Everything hurts. I'm ready for our little surprise to be born."

" Are you excited for the baby shower this weekend?" I wipe the sweat off my brow with my forearm, wincing at the streak of dirt it creates on my arm. I'm filthy.

"So excited! Are you sure you don't need help with anything?" she asks, leaning back in the chair and sipping her lemonade.

"I don't want you to lift a finger. You only have a month of peace and quiet left. Enjoy it."

"Oh, I am. Don't you worry about that. The guys are waiting on me hand and foot."

"As they should."

"Speaking of guys... You've been awfully quiet. Is everything okay?"

"More than okay. So okay I'm scared that if I talk about it, I'll jinx it."

"That's not how it works, Isla."

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