Then Karl groaned deeply against her mouth and slid his hands to her hips, tugging her up close against him. He was so big, Emmy thought dizzily. So strong and tall and broad. And yet he held her with delicacy, like she might be fragile as he lifted his hands back to her face and this time ducked his head to bury his nose in her hair. “I’m having a very hard time remembering why the fence is a bad idea.”
Pressed as close to him as she was, Emmy was absolutely confident he was having a very hard time. No doubt about it. She replied, “Splinters,” a little vaguely, but at the moment she was thinking more of branches, or perhaps logs.
“Right. Right,” Karl murmured into her hair. “Splinters.” He paused. “We could fold our clothes over the fence rail?”
“Right now I like anything involving the word ‘rail,’” Emmy said injudiciously, and somehow, rather magically, half a second later, she was sitting on the top fence rail. Balancing, with Karl holding her with such confidence she wasn’t at all afraid of falling.
“You are the hottest creature I have ever seen,” he whispered against her throat. “God, Emmy, what I want to do with you. Over the railing. Do you always wear dresses? Because I love them. I just want to push it up around your waist and—” He pressed his thigh between her legs, parting them, then leaned hard against her, making it abundantly clear what he wanted to do.
"I do now," Emmy said breathlessly. "I mean, yes. Usually. I like them. I like them more now. I like how you feel against me."
Karl, just as breathlessly, said, "Would you like to feel more?"
"So much. So much. Yes. Please. Yes." Emmy had to scoot off the stupid fence because there was no way her under-dress shorts were coming off while she was sitting on it, but the moment she slid them off Karl picked her back up and balanced her on the rail again. "You're sostrong."
"You're so soft," he said in the most longing voice. "I love softness. Let me show you how much."
She slid her palm between them, feeling the size of his erection through his pants. "I think I already know. Can I…?" Her fingers moved to his belt and he nodded eagerly. A few seconds later she curled her fingers around his length with no fabric barrier between them, and they both shivered in delight. "Strong and big," she whispered. "Oh my God, big. Yes. Karl, I waaaaaaaaohno."
"What? Oh no? What?" Karl stepped back the tiniest amount, giving her space. "Emmy? What's wrong? I swear I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to, if I'm going too fast I'll back off! I'm so sorry!"
"No, you're fine, you're wonderful, it's just…" Dismay bordering on hysteria crashed through her. "Karl, do you have condoms? Because I don't."
After the world’s most awful, longest heartbeat, Karl groaned with the same edge of mad laughter that Emmy felt. “I do not. I’ve barely even thought about, much less had, sex in months. I did not come prepared.”
Which was a real shame, Emmy thought, as she was definitely prepared to come. “I’m not worried about being clean or anything,” she said desperately. “I’m just not on the pill, it messes with my biology, and I totally want kids, lots of kids—”
Karl fastened his pants and sank to his knees, pressing his forehead against her inner thigh. “Me too. But not right now.”
“But not right now!” Emmy wailed in agreement. She put her hands against his head, wanting to touch him even if things weren’t going to proceed at quite the pace she was prepared for them to. “I’m sorry.”
“God, no. Don’t be.” Karl took a deep breath, exhaling it against her thigh, and followed it with a nuzzle before his voice deepened noticeably. “I can think of some pretty great things to do from right here that involve exactly no risk of pregnancy.”
A wave of absolute dizziness swept her. "Really? I mean, we can just wait until we get back to town…"
"I am so sure." Karl kissed her inner thigh, and Emmy, with a whimper, tilted her gaze upward for a moment as she tried to catch her breath.
Instead, she caught a glimpse of something—shiny, bright, moving erratically—in the sky just before it swooped toward her, and her rabbit screamed,Hawk!Aliens! DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!
Panic-stricken bunny brain fully in control, Emmy shifted into a rabbit, and kicked poor, poor Karl right in the face as she launched herself beyond the fence into the safety of the nearby woods.
CHAPTER8
Karl lay on the green pasture grass, staring up at an escaped helium Easter balloon dancing across the blue sky, and wondered how he'd gotten there.
Not so much in the sense of what had happened. No, that was pretty clear. He'd been about to go down on Emilia Jones in what he hoped would be the best oral sex of her life when she turned into a rabbit, kicked him in the face, and ran away.
That was not, Karl admitted,exactlyhow he'd hoped things would go.
The balloon skittered and jerked in the wind, bouncing high and low, reflecting sun brilliantly, then almost seeming to absorb it as the more colorful side turned its face toward him again.
She'd kicked him hard. Launched off his face, really. It had knocked him over. That, in the most basic sense of things, was how he'd gotten there. It was more the 'hot girl turns into a rabbit' part of the whole equation that he was struggling with.
Not just a rabbit, either.Therabbit. The ginormous fluffy bunny he'd rescued from the trap, who had then rescued him from marauding cows. Although 'marauding' was probably a little strong. They hadn't really been seeking him out to attack him. More like taking advantage of the opportunity he'd presented.
"This," Karl said aloud, "is deflecting. You are deflecting from the situation at hand by engaging in a debate—with yourself, I might add—about whether the cows were marauding or not."
His sarcastic companion voice had nothing to say to this. Karl was glad. He had quite enough to contend with just now, without adding literally arguing with himself to the list.
