“You’d like her. She’d like you. She’s married and lives down the street with her husband.”

   He handed her a glass. She took a long swallow of wine.

   “This is your friend from college?”

   “Yes.”

   “We should do a double date.”

   Amelia arched a brow. “Is that what we’re doing? Dating?”

   “Aren’t we?”

   “I don’t know. I thought we were just having sex.”

   “And I thought we were dating.”

   “Hmm.” She took another swallow of wine and didn’t answer, which made him frown.

   He went over to her and took the wineglass out of her hand and set it on the counter. He drew her against him. “If I hadn’t made it clear before, or if in any way you’re confused about what’s going on between us, Amelia, I like you. I want to see you, outside the bedroom. On dates. In public. With or without other people.”

   She wound her arms around his neck. “Does that mean you don’t want to see me in the bedroom?”

   “Oh, I definitely want to see you in the bedroom. Or outside the bedroom. In the living room. In the hallway.” He looked around her. “Or how about on the back porch?”

   She feigned a gasp. “Mr. Cassidy. Are you suggesting we have sex in a public place?”

   “I don’t think the thought of it shocks you as much as you’d like me to think.”

   “And now I’m even more scandalized. Just what kind of girl do you think I am?”

   “My kind of girl.”

   Her lips curved. Damn, he liked when she smiled. And when she teased him. And okay, when she breathed. He liked everything about her.

   “Come on, grab your wine and show me your porch.”

   She picked up her glass and led the way. “Is ‘porch’ some kind of sexual euphemism?”

   He laughed. “Not that I’m aware of, but we can make it one if it turns you on.”

   She chose a spot on the small couch and he sat next to her. The porch had windows, but it wasn’t heated out there. Still, it wasn’t all that bad. He picked up her legs and placed them over his, then grabbed the blanket that was lying over the back of the sofa and draped it over her legs.

   “I’m not cold,” she said.

   “Does that mean you’re hot?”

   She cast him one sexy look. “Isn’t that your call?”

   He ran his hand over her thigh. “If it is, you know my answer.”

   She scooted onto his lap, straddling him. “We’re not going to drink our wine, are we?”

   He smoothed his hand down her back, then let his hand rest over her butt. His cock was getting hard and all he could think about was touching her and kissing her. “No.”

   He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her. She fit her body against his and leaned into him. He groaned as he breathed her in and felt her melting against him.

   He moved his mouth from hers and kissed his way down her neck, his lips feeling the fast rhythm of her pulse. He licked along that pulse point, and she tilted her head back.

   “More of that,” she said, her voice a throaty whisper.

   He swept his hand along the long column of her neck, then moved down between her breasts as he kissed her collarbone. He tilted her back so she rested on his arm, then lifted her tank top, exposing her stomach. He palmed her warm skin, raising the shirt over her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which suited him just fine. One less piece of clothing in his way. He brushed his fingers over her nipples, watching them harden.

   “You are so damn beautiful,” he said as he lifted her so he could put his mouth over one of the buds. When he sucked, she moaned, and the sound of her voice shot right to his cock. He rocked against her, letting her know what she did to him.

   He slid his hand inside her pants. She was hot, wet, and as he dipped his fingers inside her underwear, she arched against him.

   “Yes, touch me.”

   It would be a lot easier to do that if she didn’t have pants on. “How do you feel about being naked out here?”

   She shifted, sitting up. “How do you feel about turning off the light in the kitchen?”

   “I’ll be right back.” He got up and went into the kitchen. When he came back, Amelia was standing in the middle of the porch. It was midnight dark out there now, but he could still see her. She pulled off her tank top, then shimmied out of her pants and underwear.

   “You next,” she said.

   He shucked his clothes in a hurry, then grabbed the blanket from the sofa and tossed it on the floor. He knelt on it and spread her legs so he could put his mouth on her.

   She gasped and laid her hand on his head while he spread his tongue around her clit. Her tart flavor was the best aphrodisiac, filling his senses with a desire to make her come on his tongue.

   She was hot and wet and lifted up against him. He flicked his tongue around her, giving her what she needed to get there. He loved the feel of her muscles tensing, the way she gave herself over to him as he flattened his tongue against her clit.

   And when she came, her body trembled and she whimpered in such a damn delicious way it was all he could do not to stand up and drive his cock inside of her just so he could feel the quakes of her orgasm. But this was for her and he wanted her to ride the wave of her climax all the way through.

   Finally, he stood and Amelia moved into him, putting her mouth on his and sliding her tongue inside to wrap around his in a deep, passionate kiss that made his balls draw up tight with need. He tugged her close and rocked his cock between her legs, sliding against the wetness there.

   She finally pulled back, pressing her hands against his chest. “Sit.”

   He parked it on the sofa, and Amelia came over and leaned down to him. She reached over on the table next to the sofa and picked up a condom packet.

   He arched a brow. “Just happened to have one of those sitting on the porch?”

   “I never reveal the whereabouts of my secret condom stash.”

   He grinned, then took the packet from her, tore it open and slid it on. “How do you want it?”

   She grinned back. “Inside me. But how about this way?”

   She straddled his thighs and slid down over his cock, leaning back enough so he could watch his cock disappear within her. There was nothing hotter than seeing the two of them connected, to feel himself buried deep inside of her. When she was fully seated on top of him, he grasped her hips and drew her forward so he could take a nipple into his mouth. The bud was soft and he flicked his tongue over it before sucking it.