A big ass smile splits my face. “Hopelessly.”
We’re deep in the maze, our labored breathing the only sound to be heard, but the air is charged and when she takes a step toward me, I know exactly what she’s thinking.
“Since we’re stuck out here, we might as well make the most of it.”
Hell yeah.
Anticipation surges through my limbs and I cross the clearing in two quick strides, the urge to claim the woman before me a throwback to some latent Stone Age instinct. I’d like nothing more than to take her in my arms and crush my lips to hers, but I force myself to take it slow.
I’ve been aching to touch this woman—really touch her—all day. Aching to feel her soft lips pressed to mine. To run my hands over her generous curves.
I won’t ruin the moment by rushing the play.
I cup her cheek, tipping her face to mine even as I tangle my other hand in her golden locks. Her hair is smooth and silky and it smells like strawberries. “Have I told you how much I love your hair?”
She grins. “I think you just did.”
“I love everything about you.” Her breath hitches, her full breasts pressing against my chest. “The way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight.” I brush her cheek with my thumb and drop a gentle kiss on her forehead. “The smell of your skin.” I duck my head and place a kiss just below her ear. “The way you taste.” I brush a final kiss against her collarbone and when she shivers, a bolt of lust goes straight to my cock.
“If this is your idea of foreplay,” she says, hooking her fingers in my belt loops and pulling me closer. “It’s working.”
“Darlin’, I’m just getting started.”
I lower my mouth to hers and our lips crash together, a desperate joining fueled by mutual attraction and pent-up frustration. Not a day has passed since our first kiss that I haven’t fantasized about this moment, about holding Piper in my arms and feeling her lips on mine.
Hell, not a day has passed where I haven’t jerked off to the memory.
Her tongue glides along the seam of my mouth, seeking entry, and I don’t have it in me to deny her.
Our tongues mate in a complex dance and my balls tighten, desperate to get in on the action.
It’s not going to happen. Not here, anyway.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t touch my girl.
My hands skate along her back and over her voluptuous hips and then I’m cupping her breast, the tender flesh filling my palm. Her nipple strains against the soft fabric of her dress and I flick my thumb across the hardened peak.
Piper moans, the guttural sound going straight to my cock.
“Again,” she pleads, a frantic edge to her voice.
I repeat the motion and she melts into me, positioning my erection so it’s flush with her belly.
“Christ, you feel good.”
She captures my lower lip between her teeth and I damn near come when the little tease sucks on it, delivering her own brand of foreplay.
“Get a room!”
I freeze and Piper releases her grip on me. Heat floods my cheeks as we turn in unison to find a child staring up at us with the kind of disgust only a pre-teen boy can muster. It’s the same boy who entered the maze ahead of us, and he’s way too young to know what ‘Get a room’ means.
“That wasn’t very nice,” I say, giving him a pointed stare.
“Yeah, well, neither is making out with your girlfriend in public.”
Piper covers her mouth with her hand and I have no doubt she’s laughing at the little menace. I’m about to ask where his parents are when he takes off, disappearing into the maze.
“What do you say we go back to my place?” Piper drapes her arms around my neck. “We can finish what we started…in private.”
