“Here?” She gulped.
“Mm. Figure it out.”
Well, they were hidden. Good. But they were clothed. Not good. Unless… she could rub him through his breeches. Or she might guide his hand to her breast. Then—
“Stop planning, love. Do.”
“I do not know how.”
“You absolutely do know how. I’ve personal knowledge of it. What do youwant? Turn off your big, lovely brain and listen to your body instead. What does it scream for?”
She closed her eyes, imagined her brain quiet and floating far, far away. Felt her fingertips twitch. That’s what she wanted—to undo his fall. Right here. Right now.
So she did, one button at a time, earning a hiss and a curse. When she opened her eyes, she found his head thrown back, his lips parted, his shaft jutting out.
“You did not don smalls this morning.”
“They’re of an inconvenience,” he rasped, “with you around.” He tangled his hand in her hair. “Stop thinking, Caro. What do you desire to do now?”
“Taste.” She answered without thought and then gasped. She’d not known she wanted that. He’d tasted her several times in the last week and a half, each time better than the last, and she’d grown increasingly… curious to investigate him through similar methods.
Fingers first, up and down, just her fingertips. Soft and hard, her touch making him pulse. She’d not planned this tryst beneath the trees, not this exploration. But the way he knotted his fingers in her hair, the way he moaned her name—so good. Her own need was gathering, her breasts aching, her lips needing his kisses. Not yet. Not now. She’d still not…
She kissed the head of his shaft, and he jerked, groaning. “I like it when you stop thinking, Caro-mine.”
So she kept not thinking, doing instead, licking the long length of his shaft then closing her mouth over the head.
His hips jerked. “I cannot—God, Caro, it feels so good. Teeth.”
Really? Very well. She dragged her teeth up the length of him, loving how she made his jerk and groan, how his hips rolled with every touch and taste. She grasped his thighs to hold him still. Warm skin, course hair, thick, hard muscle. She groaned around his shaft, and then inhaled, sucking him.
A curse, her name, his hips bucking, then he fell forward, planting his palm into the tree at her back. She was curved over to reach him, but it might be easier if… She hit her knees before him.Ah. Much better.
“Damn, Caro.” He panted, struggled to speak.
So she did it again, sucking as she ran her tongue along his length, explored the seam of the head with the tip of her tongue. No thoughts, simply action. Simply desire. She let it consume her.
“Your little mouth is not big enough,” he whispered. “How will you fix that?”
She couldn’t. She paused, lost.
“Think, my creative Caro.” He scraped his fingernails up and down her neck, his rough voice scraping across her skin. “I have a problem. I want every bit of me wrapped up in you. How will you make it happen?”
Her hand moved without thinking, as if eager to solve this challenge. He’d… risen to the occasion. So could she. But… “I would be better at this if I had time and means to study.” She stroked her hand up his inner thigh. Smoother there, warmer, then she cupped him, squeezed, thrilled at his reaction. She would never hear him moan her name too many times. She continued upward, wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft.There.Between her mouth and her hand, she covered his length entirely. She began to stroke him, and he rocked with her.
“That’s it, Caro.” His words so soft, she almost didn’t hear them. “I’m not going to last.”
She removed her hand, her mouth, looked up at him. “There’s another way, too.”
His fingers curling under her chin, he said with a hazy grin, “What’s that?”
“You. Inside me.” She stood and turned, pressing her backside against his shaft. Doing what pleased her body,refusing to think. He’d taken her this way before, in the folly. But this felt different, the breeze and sun and risk of the moment intensifying everything.
He inhaled the curve of her shoulder, his hands bracketing her waist. And then he lifted his knee between her legs and pressed upward.
Ah, merciful heaven, such perfection. No thought necessary. No plan. Just them. Just doing. Just the air warm on her legs as he lifted her skirts and her hands sank to the bench, supporting her weight. He sunk into her from behind with one hard thrust. Pleasure pulsed all over her body.
“Is this what you want?” he murmured in her ear. “Your second solution.”
