"When it comes to you?" His mouth finds my neck, kissing and biting a path down to my collarbone. "Absolutely."
I thread my fingers through his hair and tug, making him look up at me. "My turn."
Before he can respond, I push him back against the blanket and lean down to kiss him—hard and demanding, taking control. He groans into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips as I grind down against him.
"Jesus, Harper," he breathes when I pull back. "You're going to kill me."
"Nope, because I want you to live a long, long life with me." I grin and trail my hand down his chest, over the hard planes of his stomach, to the waistband of his board shorts. "But I do want to see you lose it."
His fingers tighten on me. "You think you can make me lose it?"
"I know I can." I palm him through the fabric, feeling how hard he already is, and his hips jerk involuntarily. "See? Already halfway there."
"Fuck." His head falls back. "You're going to pay for this."
"Promises, promises." I hook my fingers into his waistband and tug. "Off. Now."
He lifts his hips and helps me strip him, and then he's gloriously naked beneath me. I take a moment just to look at him—all lean muscle and golden skin in the fading sunlight.
"Like what you see?" he asks, that cocky grin back on his face.
"Very much." I lean down and kiss his chest, his stomach, working my way lower. "But I think I'll like it even better when you're begging."
"Harper"—his voice breaks when my hand wraps around him, stroking slowly—"you're killing me."
"Good." I look up at him through my lashes. "That's what you get for being so smug all the time."
He laughs—breathless and strained—and then his hand is in my hair, gentle but insistent. "Come here."
"Bossy." But I let him pull me up for a kiss that's all heat and desperation.
"You love it," he murmurs against my lips, his hands sliding down to untie my bikini bottoms.
"I loveyou," I correct him.
He shifts me off his lap just long enough to grab a condom from somewhere—because of course he planned ahead—and I shimmy out of my bikini bottoms while he rolls it on.
"Ready?" he asks, his hands wrapping around my ass as I straddle him again.
"God, yes." I position myself over him, teasing us both by sliding against him without taking him in. "But maybe I should make you wait a little longer."
His grip tightens, and his voice drops to a growl. "Harper. Don't tease."
"Why not?" I grin down at him. "You tease me all the time."
"Because if you don't let me inside you in the next five seconds, I'm going to flip you over and fuck you so hard you forget your own name."
Heat floods through me at the promise in his voice. "That's supposed to be a threat?"
"It's a guarantee." He slides a hand up my back to tangle in my hair. "Now stop teasing and take what you want, sunshine."
I sink down slowly, inch by inch, watching his face as I take him in. His jaw clenches, pulling my hair just enough to make me gasp, and the sound he makes is pure desperation.
"Fuck, Harper," he grits out. "You feel incredible."
"So do you." I roll my hips experimentally, and we both groan.
"Move," he commands, his voice rough. "Show me what you need."