Alyssa almost crumbled to the floor. "What . . . what the hell are you doing?"

He popped a kiss to her cheek and turned to walk away. "See you later," he jumped in his truck and drove off, leaving Alyssa breathless.

Another week had come and gone without a hitch. Alyssa had planned her schedule out so the majority of the nights she worked at Roxie's she had her mother's car. Juggling work and school would take some practice, but she was sure she could manage. Ben was sweet enough to offer to drive her to work if something came up. That was a plus.

Now, it was early Saturday morning, she had the day off and was feeling a bit fatigued. Alyssa threw another piece of white cheddar popcorn into her mouth while she sat on the couch. She'd eaten nearly half the bag for breakfast already.

Rolling the bag shut, she brushed off her shirt and grabbed her bottle of water and took a sip. As she capped it shut, a knock sounded at the door. Alyssa paused, pursing her lips together, wondering who it could be.

Standing up, she looked down at what she was wearing-a white camisole and plaid pajama pants. She hadn't yet brushed her hair, so she could only imagine what she looked like. Another couple of knocks sounded before she opened the door.

"Well, good mornin' to you." John said, smiling. He eyed her up and down and then frowned. "Why aren't you ready?"

Alyssa paused. "Ready for what, exactly?"

"Umm to go muddin'?" He said, stating the obvious.

A loud huff broke from her lips and her hand slid from the door to the handle. "You're kidding me, right? I told you I don't play in the mud."

"Do you have other plans? And you're answer better be no."

A slow smile spread across her mouth.

"Alyssa," he growled, stepping forward.

She put her hand up, laughing. "Relax, I don't have any."

"Go ahead and get changed. I'll wait here."

"Johnny . . ." she whined.

"Alyssa, go," he demanded, softness covering the edge in his voice. "Let me give you a taste of the south and how we country boys get down. It'll be fun, trust me. You might even like it."

"Ugghh fine. I'll be right back."

"I'll be waiting-and wear some old clothes."

John said for her to wear old clothes, but the truth was she didn't have any. Nothing she had was considered old or ripped or worth getting mud on, in her opinion.

Yanking the dark cherry dresser drawer open, she rifled through her clothes searching for a shirt. Her drawer was turning into a mess, an array of colorful tops swirled around each other as she looked for something old. She slipped the clothes on and looked in the mirror. With her high cheek bones, almond shaped eyes and hair pulled tight, she looked like a porcelain doll. She grabbed a pair of crystal encrusted flip-flops and slipped those on.

John spotted Alyssa coming toward him and all he could see were legs. Her fair skin complemented her vibrant blue eyes, and paired with the black clothes, she looked ethereal. His eyes roamed every inch of her body. She was so beautiful, but when he looked at her feet he flattened his lips trying to stifle his laugh.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You gotta change your shoes."

"What's wrong with my shoes?"

"Either put on a pair of old, ratty shoes, or go barefoot. Otherwise you're gonna have mud between those pretty little stones, and I have a feeling that's not what you want to happen."

Barefoot? Was he insane? Right then, John started laughing again.

"I don't see what's so funny. You know what," she turned away and began walking in the opposite direction, "I'm not going."

"You should see the look on your face right now. Priceless." Taking a few steps, John caught up to Alyssa. He grabbed her by the elbow, spun her around and pulled her close. Her body was pressed against his, the hair from her ponytail danced across his arm. Looking down into her eyes, John said, "I'm just playing with you. Come on, let's go. If you want to wear those shoes, fine by me, but don't say I didn't warn you."

Alyssa didn't respond, she couldn't. She was too busy getting lost in his eyes to open her mouth and speak. It was hypnotic the way he stared down at her. If it wasn't his sweet southern drawl, it was his gaze penetrating her deep, pulling her in and rendering her speechless. The warmth of his body on hers, the touch of his hands holding her to him, and her hands spread open on his chest feeling him breathe. In that moment, she wanted to feel the heat of his lips on hers again. It had been too long since she last felt it.

"Johnny," rolled off her lips.

His thumb traced her jaw. "Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

John shrugged. "Staring at you."

"Why?"

"Because you're beautiful. And because I want to kiss you."

"Oh."

A playful grin formed on his lips. "Oh?"

Slowly, he slanted his head and leaned down. The scruff from his unshaven cheek rubbed along her skin as he dusted kisses ever so gently along her jaw and down her neck. Alyssa shivered and pressed her fingers into his chest as she tilted her head granting him access.

Bringing his face back to hers, John rubbed her supple mouth with his before he began tugging teasingly. She sighed, parting her lips and slipped his tongue in. He caressed her with a lovers touch, gentle yet demanding. Her small breasts were pressed against his chest and when he swirled his tongue and danced across the roof of her mouth, a little groan escaped the back of her throat. Goddamn, Alyssa got his blood going like no other girl has before. This feeling, this need to take over, to kiss every inch of her body consumed him. If he didn't slow down, he would have no problem taking her to her room and having his way with her.

Alyssa balanced on her tiptoes and kissed him with a passion and intensity that shocked her. This kiss was different than the last time. This one was heated and powerful. The touch of his hands on her body overwhelmed her logic and she melted into him. The way he gripped her to him, it spoke of wanting more.

And right now, she wanted more.

Leaning into him, she threaded her fingers through his hair, continuing to lap at his mouth. As her hips pressed into John's, he groaned, and holy hell did it make her wet. The sound was one of the hottest things she'd ever heard. She was on fire, desire speeding through her and engulfing her in a haze of lust. She wanted him badly. His hands skated down her sides, his fingers leaving trails of heat as he cupped her rear and lifted both legs to hook around his waist. She squeezed him with her thighs, moaning as she kissed him harder, bruising her lips from the force of their mouths. Blinding pleasure ran down her spine. Alyssa ached for more, needing to find release. His nimble fingers danced down her smooth thigh to the seam of her shorts, curved her ass and gripped her hard, thrusting his hips into hers. As he sought entrance to her sex with his fingers, her head lulled back and she moaned out loud. She couldn't help it, his touch was electric.

"I want you," he panted.

Alyssa squeezed her eyes tight. She needed to feel wanted and John gave her that. "What have you done to me?"

"Same thing you did to me."

"Which was?"

"We kissed. That's all it took."

Alyssa snapped her head back up. "So you're calling me easy?"

"Don't put words in my mouth, Alyssa. I didn't say that. All we did was kiss, and look what it did to us. We're out of breath, holding each other tight, ready to rip each other's clothes off. This has never happened to me before, this feeling you give me. Don't try to deny the chemistry between us. It's been there all along. Tell me it hasn't."

He held the back of her nape and kissed her again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to prove his point, that a kiss was all it took. "Tell me."

"I told you nothing good could come from a kiss," she breathed. Alyssa fisted his shirt in her hands. Screw it. John was right, she did want him. And she wanted him right now. "I do want you," she said, breaking the kiss.

"Told ya." He grinned, and that damn dimple made an appearance.

"I need you, John, right now."

"Where's your room?"

John threw the door open and slammed it shut with his foot. Turning, he took two steps and pushed her up against the door. She was wild and wanton. Aggressive. He'd never had a female take the lead and it caught him by surprise. John palmed her breasts and squeezed her hard, not holding back. Alyssa rolled her hips in approval and tightened her legs around him.

"If we don't slow down, honey, I'm going to fuck you."

"Does it look like I want you to slow down?" she retorted, and then brought his face to her neck.

"Fuck . . ." he groaned against her.

"Yes . . ." her hips rotated into his, creating a wave like roll up her body until she was hugging him to her.

Gripping her tight in his hold, three long strides took him to her bed where he kneeled on her mattress and set her down. As he grasped the seam of her shirt, she fumbled to undo his belt. Pulling the shirt over her head, he deposited it to the floor at the same time his shorts slid down his legs. John tugged her hair tie out and let her hair flow down her back. Alyssa reached for him, but John pushed her shoulder and she flopped back on the bed. He didn't bother undoing her shorts, just grabbed the waistband and yanked them off in one swift motion. Looking at her, Alyssa's blonde hair was fanned out, her arms by her head as he crawled between her legs.

John didn't waste any time. He cupped her panty covered sex and rubbed in circles. "Give me your mouth," he demanded. Holding her jaw steady, he slammed his mouth down and lay on top of her. John thrust his hips into hers, his fingers pushing harder as his tongue delved into her mouth. They both were wild with arousal, a passion taking over as his fingers moved her panties to the side and found her wetness. Alyssa moaned so loudly, John almost came right then and there. His cock strained against his boxers begging for release.

"I love hearing you moan," he admitted.

"I need to feel you," she breathed, pushing his boxers down.

"If I'm naked then you have to get naked too," he grinned, and pulled her soaked panties off. Alyssa arched her back and John reached behind to unhook her bra. With his breath held, he pulled the straps down her soft shoulders and quickly tugged the bra away. His mouth watered at the site of her raspberry colored nipples. John leaned down and suckled her breasts as his fingers slid up and down the seam of her sex. Her back bowed, her head rolling against the bed from the touch of his skilled fingers. She was soaking wet and ready for him.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked.

Alyssa shook her head. "No, do you?"

"I do, hang on." John quickly grabbed the condom from his shorts pocket. He ripped the foil open with his teeth and then rolled the condom on his erection. Just as he did, Alyssa bent her legs and took a deep breath, her glossy eyes peeking out from under her heavy lashes.

John kneeled between her legs and positioned his cock at her entrance. It was fucking hot as she watched him with glossy, aroused eyes that he couldn't wait to get inside of her. He coated himself with her wetness, watching her hips roll and making her wetter so when he slid in his length wouldn't hurt her. He rubbed her clit in circles and nudged her opening. He began thrusting in slowly, only working the tip and imaging how she would feel once he was fully inside.

Squeezing John with her thighs, Alyssa breathlessly teased him, "As much as I enjoy watching you do that, I want you inside of me. Stop playing around."

John gnashed his teeth together. "That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one day."

Taking her mouth in a surrendering kiss, he fisted the hair by her nape in his hand, and without waiting anymore, he thrust inside her. Alyssa yelled into his mouth, her back bowed, and he began moving in and out of her. Nails scored his back and he fisted her hair tighter. She felt so fucking good that he almost couldn't control himself. He needed to get deeper, he needed to push harder. He wanted to feel all of her. He was going to make her come so hard she would see stars. She was like ecstasy and good whiskey rolled into one. Heaven.

"How's that for playing around?" he teased against her mouth as he thrust into her again. Alyssa whimpered for more and met each thrust of his. He was untamed but so was she. It had never been like this. Animalistic. Raw. He was sure she would leave marks on his back.

It was fucking hot. Plain and simple. His dick was about to explode.

Alyssa took a deep breath and with everything in her, she rolled John onto his back. He looked up at her with surprise written all over his face and she smirked. With her hands flat on his chest, she began to ride John. Her blonde locks drifted over her shoulders covering her breasts. She slowly moved up and down his shaft, taking in every inch of him. The change of pace was making it hard for both to hold on as their breathing grew more shallow, their eyes glossy. Alyssa was soaked as she rode him, but needed to feel every inch.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. As she lifted her hips, his fingers slid under and began rubbing her clit as she moved. She clearly wasn't expecting it because her arms bent and she almost fell on him.

"You like that, don't you?" he gripped the back of her head, and said near her ear.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Then get back up and ride me like you just were and I'll keep doing it."

Somehow Alyssa got back up. She was close, so close. "Just like that, baby," he said as she slid up and down. John circled her clit again and she began to ride him harder. "I'm close . . ."

"So am I." Alyssa's head rolled back, her breasts bouncing as she took him. He wanted to take one into his mouth, but he didn't want to change their position. Never had he seen anything so hot in his life. John was done for. Ruined. And it wasn't helping how she took control either.

His hand picked up speed and he worked her faster, nearly vibrating on it. "Fuck," she moaned. "Johnny."

John didn't stop as he felt his own release climbing. "I'm almost there," he said, and thrust hard into her.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Please don't stop. Just like that."

"Not a chance, honey."

Honey. Sweet Jesus. The way he said that with a slight drawl was sexy as hell. Any second she was about to orgasm, the walls of her sex began clenching. "Right there. Oh my God. Oh my . . . Yes . . ."

"Fuuccckkk," John swore in a guttural moan as she tightened around his cock even more, pulsing as she rode them into a blissful ecstasy. He didn't stop rubbing and she didn't stop riding. A shiver broke out across his skin and he came just as she did. They panted, moaned, and screwed the living daylights out of each other.

Falling forward, Alyssa was spent. "That was amazing," she managed to get out.

John rolled Alyssa over, dampness coating both their skin. Breaths mingling and glossy eyes, John cupped her cheek and laid a gentle kiss to her swollen lips. "That was pretty incredible." And holy hell, it was.

"Come on, pretty girl. We gotta get going," he smacked her ass. Laughing, she turned over onto her back, her arms extended above her head. She looked comfortable, sedated.

"I think I'm going to skip your mudding session and take a nap. I'm kind of spent . . ." a small smile formed on her face and John could tell she was lying.

"Don't try me, let's go. Get up. I'm taking you for a ride."

"But you just did," she laughed, her eyes twinkling with naughtiness.

Turning around, John dropped his t-shirt then strode over to her naked. She'd just had that incredibly honed body on her, bringing her ecstasy. "Oh yeah? Because I'm pretty sure you rode me," he said, and crawled up her body. He kissed her cheek, all around her face, and down her neck.

"Maybe I did . . ." she chuckled playfully.

"Come on. You just showed me a good time, now it's my turn to show you one."

She sighed. "Fair enough." Alyssa extended her hand, reaching for John. He pulled her forward and she fell into him. Kissing her forehead, he said, "Leave the shoes at home. Trust me."

Alyssa must be completely out of her mind. Lost it.

She was going mudding.

Maybe all her common sense was thrown out of the window earlier, when she and John tumbled between the sheets, because there is no other way that she would ever agree to something like mudding.