“What can I do?”He squeezed her breasts gently.“I want to touch you.I need to touch you.”
She moaned with pleasure.“But I can’t concentrate when you touch me.So stop.Just stand there.”
With a husky sigh he drew back and braced his hands on the tree’s two main branches.
Taking a long, shaky breath, she leaned forward and unfastened his belt with trembling hands.As she started to ease the zipper over his rigid shaft, she looked into his shadowed face, her heart pounding with anticipation.“You’re sure you want me...to do this here?”
“Oh, yes.”
“But—”
His voice was tight with desire.“No one can see.I wouldn’t have known you were under this tree if I hadn’t watched you slip back here.And I’ll never make it to the barn, Jo.I’d wreck myself trying.”
She unzipped his jeans carefully.His harsh breathing drowned out the crickets as she followed his lead and slid her hand beneath the elastic of his briefs.Her hand closed around enough warm, rigid male to make any woman very happy.Her body reacted with an intense, hollow ache and a rush of moisture.
She caressed him and he groaned, but it was muffled, as if he’d clenched his teeth to keep from crying out.That low, desperate sound made her heady with her own power to please.And the quilt was almost within reach.“Stay here.”
“I couldn’t move if you shoved a stick of dynamite up my?—”
“I’ll be right back.”She released him, ducked under his arm, grabbed the folded quilt and dropped it at his feet.“There.”
“What are you doing?”
“This.”She knelt on the quilt and wrapped her fingers around his sizable erection once again.Damn, he was impressive.And he was all hers.When she took him into her mouth, a massive shudder went through him.
“Jo...I didn’t mean that you...oh, Lord.”He began to quiver.
She lifted her head and gazed at him while she stroked his sensitive tip with her thumb.“Want me to stop?”She barely recognized her voice, which had become throaty and seductive.
He struggled for breath.“No.”
“Good.”She replaced her thumb with her tongue.The more she loved him, the more insistently her body demanded his presence deep inside her.She’d never felt this way, as if the world wouldn’t make sense anymore unless she received that elemental connection with this particular man.Only with this man.
Quinn gasped and trembled.“Jo.Jo, stop now.Please.”
She took her time about releasing him and gave him one last sensuous stroke before rising to her feet.“I need you now,” she said, her voice thick with longing.“Right here, right now.On the quilt, in the dirt, I don’t care.Now, Quinn.”
His laugh was shaky.“I hate it when you’re indecisive.Get off the quilt a minute.”
She stepped aside, and he picked up the quilt.She thought he’d spread it on the ground and pull her down with him, but instead he kept it folded and settled it into the crotch of the tree.Excitement rose in her, hot and wild.
He turned to her and guided her close to the tree.Then he slipped his thumbs under the elastic of her silk boxers.“I like these,” he murmured, tugging them down.“But they gotta go.”
Impatient and aching, she started to help him.
He pushed her hands away.“Oh, no.My job.”
He went to his knees in front of her as he pulled the boxers down.He kissed her navel, flicking his tongue inside the indentation.Need shot through her, and she cried out.
“Shh,” he whispered, drawing her boxers over her knees as he kissed her damp curls.
She could barely breathe from the pressure of wanting him, yet he was moving at a snail’s pace.“Are you...going to make a big...production out of taking those off?”she asked.
“Yep.”Steadying her with one hand, he grasped her ankle and lifted, so that she stepped out of one leg of the boxers.Then, before she quite realized his purpose, he’d cupped her behind and tilted her pelvis so that he could give her a very intimate kiss indeed.
She gasped, and her knees buckled as pleasure surged through her.She felt the quilt brush the small of her back.Trembling, she leaned weakly against the padded crotch of the tree as he had his way with her.She was helpless against the onslaught of his tongue as he urged her pulsing, tightening body to enjoy, enjoy, enjoy.
Gripping the rough branch arching beside her, she pressed the back of her other hand to her mouth as the explosion came, rocking her against the tree.Her muffled cry sounded like the keening of a wild creature — the wild creature he had set loose within her.
