She was wearing the sweater that reminded me of sunshine. She'd worn this before. The first time she went inside my house and we made out. Her long hair was up, pinned on top of her head with a pencil. I had no idea how women do that. All I knew was that I wanted to pull it out, watch her hair fall on her naked shoulders. I took the plate from her. "Thanks." "You're welcome." She paused, eyeing me knowingly. "You looked, didn't you?" I blinked innocently. "Looked at what?" "Stop playing." "I have no idea what you're talking about. Why don't you clear it up for me?" She rolled her eyes and was trying not to smile again. "Have a seat with the crew, eat with them. I'm going to clean up a bit." I nodded, watched her walk away. I could only finish a drumstick before I excused myself and followed her. The men snickered behind me, and someone laughingly said, "Can't go two minutes without her, eh?" She was in the empty master bedroom, lying on her stomach on the floor, leafing through a paint color catalogue. Her knees bent, her long legs up in the air swaying slowly. The sunlight pierced through the windows, caressing her face and hair, making the lighter strands of her hair glint. "Kara." She looked up. "Hey. You're done eating already?" "Not yet." I stretched out on my back next to her, staring. She looked so...delectable. I could smell her. The scent of peaches. Sweet, juicy, ripe, and delicate. Her brow furrowed as she turned the page. She reached for my hair and played with the strands absently. I closed my eyes, savoring her touch, but I wanted to see her legs. Too bad they were covered in jeans. "I need this kind of paint," she said, and kept going on and on about stuff on Earth. She had the longest fucking legs that could wrap around my hips like— "Cameron, are you listening to me?" "Yeah?" I sucked my bottom lip in my mouth, wondering if I could kick the crew outside so she'd let me open the buttons of her sunshine colored top. We could lock all the doors— She pulled my hair. "Ow!" "I need your attention right now, Cam." "You always have my attention." "Not that kind of attention." "What kind of attention do you want?" She shook her head dramatically, heaved out a sigh, then shoved the magazine to my face. When she was in a mood like this, I had to keep up or else she'd leave me behind in her dust. "This paint right here. Do you see it?" "Last time I checked, still got both my eyes." "Cameron!" "Cameron!" I imitated her tone, teasingly, and she playfully slapped my face with the magazine. "All right! Fuck. Let me see it." Now I was the one who heaved out a sigh, grabbed the magazine from her hands and looked at the picture. It was a shot of a white wall. This was not Quantum Physics. Builder or not, it looked like a damn white wall to me. What did she want me to say? "It's a white wall, sunshine." "It's not just white. It's oyster white." "It is white from where I'm looking." "Where's your imagination?" I gave her a lazy, meaningful grin. Her eyes widened, but before she could smack me again with that blasted magazine, I grabbed her arms. She shrieked and laughed as I pulled her on top of me. "Shhh. Do you want them to hear us? I bet they'd tell your dad and that'd get me in trouble." I gloried at the feel of her body flushed on mine. Her soft skin, her breath on my neck. Her lovely, small breasts pressed against my chest, her mouth. Damn, she looked fuckable. "You deserve to be in trouble. Maybe he'll ban you from coming here for not listening to me." "Ban me?" I dragged my fingertip across her arm. "Think so?" She flattened her palms on either side of my head and boosted herself up so she could look at me. Her hair was so long, so silky. It wrapped around us like a curtain. "Then," I started, sliding my hands down to her hips, slipping under her shirt to claim her soft skin, "who's going to paint your bedroom?" "I have some connections." She said connections as coo-neck-shee-yawns. She looked so smug, so fucking sexy when she had that daring look in her hazel eyes. I lifted my head and gently caught her bottom lip between my teeth. And sucked. "Who's going to kiss you?" "Everyone wants to kiss me," she said, a little breathless. "I'm cute, haven't you heard?" I smacked her butt. She laughed. "Who's going to touch you like this?" She gasped when I gripped her waist, holding her against me as I sat up. Her long legs locked around my hips, straddling me. I craved seeing her like this. When she was anticipating my touch, when she wanted it bad enough that she forgot everything else. "Who's going to touch you like this, Kara?" Her eyes closed for a moment, her body going lax. When she opened her eyes, they were filled with desire. "You, Cameron," she whispered. "You." Her breath hitched as I buried my hands in her hair, took the kiss deeper, dipped my tongue inside her mouth. When she moaned, I turned rock hard. I cupped her ass, pushing her against my cock as my hips surged up. "I want you, Cam." My mouth watered. "Yeah?" "Take me here." "There are men outside." But we both heard them cleaning up, getting ready to leave. "Which part of the house will they be working on?" I asked. "The backyard." It was far enough that they wouldn't hear her small moans, but still not far enough if she cries out. "If you're quiet," I said, nuzzling her neck, "I'll give you what you want." She nodded. "Don't say a word. Not a sound, unless I ask you a question."