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“I’ll get you another one.”
It was his turn to bite into a firm grape, and Lindsey’s turn to steal some of it right out of his mouth. They’d played so many sexy games, but never yet with food. She liked the way the stolen grape tasted, loved the unique flavor Mike brought to something already so sweet and juicy.
Lifting her hand and cupping his jaw, she angled her head and deepened the kiss. Their tongues tangled and danced, pushing and pulling. He explored her entire mouth, like he couldn’t get enough of her, and she was soon breathless. Kissing Mike had become as essential as breathing.
“I’ve dreamed about making love to you out in the open,” he said.
“That’s probably because we’ve been keeping this whole thing secret.”
“Is that your professional opinion, Dr. Smith?”
“No. It’s just that I feel the same way.”
She was falling for Mike, in a big way. His body had become the most important place on earth, his kisses a daily requirement. If a day went by when she didn’t see him, she felt empty and miserable. And if she went more than two without making love with him, she became restless and needy, attacking him the next time they were alone. Lindsey didn’t know if it was love, never having been in love before. She only knew her whole world came alive when she was with him.
His warm hands slid down her body, pulling her top free of the waistband of her jeans. She quivered when those strong fingers brushed against her skin as he pulled the shirt up and off. He looked down at her breasts, covered in a lacy pink bra, his expression both admiring and hungry.
She had grown addicted to being looked at like that. As if, in his eyes, she was the most beautiful, desirable woman alive.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he admitted, bending to press a hot, openmouthed kiss to her nape.
“You’re welcome to keep trying,” she said, already growing limp and boneless as he kissed his way down her throat.
He licked the hollow then scraped his teeth over her collarbone. When he reached her bra strap, he nudged it off, reaching around behind her to unfasten it. Lindsey helped, letting the thing fall off her body.
The moment her breasts were uncovered, Mike bent to lick one, kissing the tip, sucking her nipple delicately. She sighed, loving the tenderness of it. He was almost worshipful, and acted as though he had all the time in the world to give them both all sorts of pleasure.
“Let me see all of you,” he said. “Please.”
She nodded, unfastening her jeans and letting him help her pull them down. Kicking off her sandals, she caught her panties with the tip of her finger and began tugging them down, as well.
He stopped her. “Let me.”
She smiled, enjoying this slow, deliberate side of him. She’d seen him in so many moods; they’d made love in all sorts of ways. But this was something new. She felt like a sun goddess being worshipped.
Lying back on the blanket, she lifted a little so he could slide her panties off. He took his time, scraping his hands along the length of her legs. Once she was completely naked, he knelt beside her and gazed down at her, his expression the picture of desire.
“Haven’t you looked at me enough?”
“Not in the daylight. I’m imprinting this on my memory.”
His attention was flattering, and arousing. Savoring the heat of the warmth on her bare skin, Lindsey stretched and purred like a cat, lying lazily in a sunbeam. She felt almost elemental, protected in this cove. A light wind blew through the woods, sending dry leaves tumbling. The lap of the waves created a slow, steady melody. She was aware of every sensation, from the softness of the blanket beneath her skin to the smell of the wine they’d sipped.
Mike said nothing; he simply began to strip out of his clothes. Slowly. She watched his every move, her breath catching as that amazing body was revealed in all its glory.
He was so incredibly defined—arms rippling with muscle, shoulders so broad, chest so powerful. Unable to resist, she reached up and brushed her fingertips through the wiry hair between his nipples, following the trail down his stomach. She scraped her nails over his amazing abs, delighting in the flexing of muscle beneath that perfect golden skin.
He stood up to finish undressing. She stayed there beneath him, looking up at him as if she’d been laid out as a banquet. His eyes never left her, and she stretched and curved, basking in the sunlight, getting hotter by the second. When his pants dropped, she swallowed hard. When his shorts followed, she hissed, shocked, as always, by the potent beauty of his sex. It was huge, intimidating and powerful. And she wanted it desperately.
“I’ve grown quite fond of that,” she admitted.
