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“How long do we have to stay in here for this to qualify as skinny dipping?” He palms my ass and lifts me.

Automatically, I wrap my legs around his hips. Like we’re two pieces of a puzzle, his dick slots perfectly between us. “Wait a second.” I wriggle against him. “How in the fuck are you hard right now?”

“Um, you’re naked.”

“The water is freezing.”

“Yeah, the rest of my body will probably go into hypothermia because all my blood rushed to my dick the second I saw your tits.”

With a laugh, I whack his chest. “Shut up. That’s not science.”

He rolls his hips. “Then how do you explain this?”

I open my mouth to quip back, but I’ve got nothing, so I snap it shut again.

“You could keep me warm,” he suggests, pressing kisses to my chin.

“Oh, could I?”

“Public sex was on your bucket list.”

“Pretty sure we covered that at the stadium,” I murmur even as I lick across his lips.

He slips a hand between us and lines his head up with my entrance. As he pushes himself in to the hilt, we moan in unison. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“No, we’re perfect,” I breathe as he fucks me, keeping his dick buried deep and his movements small. God, how is it possible he feels this good?

How can everything with him always feel so good?

“I watchedthis episode ofGrey’s Anatomywhere a couple went skinny dipping, and the guy got a worm in his penis.”

Daniel grabs his dick and sucks in a breath. “Take it back.”

I take a long, dramatic lick of my ice cream.

We’re in downtown Enchanted Falls, Vermont, and as the name suggests, everything about it is absolutely magical. After our afternoon romp, we had a picnic—another one of my bucket list items—and took a nap. I woke feeling rested but also bad about wasting so much of what little time we have together sleeping.

Daniel, of course, responded with something like “There’s no such thing as wasted time as long as you’re in my arms.”

He might be making it really hard not to fall for him.

We have dinner plans in an hour, but I mentioned craving something sweet and salty, and Daniel was ecstatic about being around when a craving hit, so he forced me to put on my shoes and dragged me to the fudge shop, insisting we could have dessert before dinner. He’s going to make a fabulous father.

“You should probably check the anaconda in your pants and make sure it’s the only thing there.”

With a shiver, he surreptitiously eyes his crotch.

Head tossed back, I laugh. “Men are so easy to rile up. Dicks, women, and sports. That’s about all you think about, isn’t it?”

“I can’t speak for all men, but for me, yes.”

“Great.”

“With one caveat,” he adds, holding up a finger.

“I’m all ears.”

“It’s not women, it’swoman.” He drapes an arm over my shoulders. “You.”

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