Free Where There's Smoke by Jayne Rylon

granting him as much pleasure as she could. Because if she knew him at all, he wouldn’t take for himself very long before returning the favor. A million times over.
    Cicadas helped her keep a rhythm. Her head moved delicately over her treat. It amazed her to finally have him in her grasp. And to be thrilling him. Because the noises bubbling from his sexy chest were clear indications he was enjoying himself.
    Immensely.
    Her hands wandered up and down his furred thighs as she grew more comfortable with his girth, which spread her jaw wide. She kicked her feet lazily to assist her in the natural bobbing motion she required. The cool water and the warm night combined to awaken every nerve-ending in her skin.
    At the first flick of her tongue over the sensitive underside of his tip, Logan hauled her upward as though she weighed no more than a legal-sized notepad. He held her suspended, half-submerged, far enough away from him that she had to stop her teasing.
    “Maybe I had my strategy all wrong.” Husky whispers thrilled her. Could she really have done that to his voice? “I should have realized that with you, I’m going to need all the help I can get to restrain myself from ending this party before it starts.”
    “Don’t hold back.” She wriggled until her belly brushed his erection, encouraging his surrender. “I want to make you crazy.”
    “You can check that box. Fucking great.” He scooted closer to the edge and lowered her until she could feed more of his shaft between her lips when she descended again. Still she couldn’t take the whole thing. Instead she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and massaged in time with the ministrations of her mouth. “This is going to be embarrassingly easy for you.”
    “Mmm.” She hummed against his shaft, loving the flex that followed the vibrations.
    “Damn. Yes.” He twined his fingers in her hair, guiding her in the rhythm he preferred. “Just like that, Ky. Better than I imagined.”
    Tracing each vein with her tongue, she studied his topography. Therefore, she caught the difference right away when he grew impossibly harder and the ridges became more pronounced.
    “I’m going to…”
    She added a twist of her head as she rose off his throbbing cock before plunging down once more. Faster and harder, she suckled him as jets of come blasted from his plum-shaped tip. Water splashed as his legs kicked, his feet breaking the surface when his hips began an involuntary thrusting. His whole body moved sinuously, making her sure she wanted to experience his release from beneath that amazing frame someday. Soon.
    His muscles flexed, then trembled. He slumped, breathing as hard as if he’d just carried ten loads of supplies from his truck to a job site on the fifth floor of an apartment building with no elevator.
    Petting his flank, she rested against him, smiling while he recovered.
    “You look awfully proud of yourself.” If she were a cat, she would have purred when he petted her hair then traced her lips, swiping the last bit of fluid from them.
    “Shouldn’t I be?” She peeked up at him from behind her lashes.
    “Hell yeah.” He reached for her, drawing her out of the water completely this time.
    Droplets rained from her skin, dripping onto him. He seemed to relish the relief from the heat, and tugged her closer until he nearly singed her with his torso. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight to him as he leaned in to claim her mouth.
    Kyana had never been kissed like this—tender yet rough, gentle yet insistent, carnal yet sweet. She could have kept going forever. All the while, his hands roamed her back from shoulders to ass, spiraling her need higher until a whimper escaped her.
    “You’re pretty when you beg, Ky,” he murmured against her neck before nipping her there just hard enough to have her arching in his hold. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, stimulating her diamond-hard nipples.
    “I did no such thing.” She tried to