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For a long moment, we were quiet, catching our breath in the shade of the trees around us. I had missed this in the city. The peace and quiet, the rustling of leaves and the buzzing of insects.
“Can I ask you about the kiss?” he murmured, folding a maple leaf between his fingers.
I nodded, hugging my knees to my chest and dropping my chin to them.
Without looking at me, he asked, “Why’d you do it?”
“Because,” I cleared my throat, “I wanted to. You were doubting yourself, and I wanted to remind you that I was in your corner and had your back.”
“Were you telling the truth? About wanting to kiss me since eighth grade?”
I dropped my forehead to my knees, wishing I could hide. But there was no use lying now. “Yes,” I squeaked.
He nudged me. “Come on, I need more info than that. Did it live up to your eighth-grade fantasies?”
I nodded, still curled up in a ball and mortified. Was he teasing me? God, this was way worse that having his ass in my face.
“Hazel. Look at me.” His voice was deep and his tone serious.
So I obeyed. I slowly picked up my head and turned to face him. We were so close I could see the gold flecks in his dark eyes and feel the heat radiating off his body. Scanned my face, his attention landing on my mouth, and I froze.
“I’ve been obsessing over that kiss for the last week.” He pressed his lips together. “Was it a pity kiss? Were you just helping me, or were you signaling that you want more? I wish I was the kind of guy who could be cool about this, but you’re my wife, and we sleep in the same bed, and I just really want to kiss you again. Properly this time. Because I need it. I need you.”
My pulse thrummed and my heart soared. I couldn’t speak. Instead, I was trying to control the chemical reaction exploding inside my body. Everything was on high alert, and I didn’t dare move for fear of breaking the spell that had come over me.
His eyelids were heavy, and his chest heaved with exertion. “I need you,” he rasped.
And before I could process it, he was cupping my cheek and leaning in. And then his mouth was on mine, giving me the kind of slow, languid kiss I’d never shared with anyone and hadn’t known I needed until that moment.
His lips were soft yet firm, his fingertips rough as he brushed my neck and slid them down the column of my throat. His gentleness barely concealed the hunger deep inside him. His touch was commanding but comforting.
Our mouths met in the most perfect way, exploring one another thoroughly. He pulled back, only to take a breath and dive in again, hungrier and more urgent. I reciprocated, letting myself sink further into the abyss that was his mouth.
I was flying.
Then he was pulling me onto his lap, grasping my hips and dragging me closer, his tongue moving frantically with mine. The feel of his strong hands on my hips made me shudder. The combination of physical power and emotional vulnerability had my entire body aching for release.
Clawing at his bare chest, I threw my head back when he kissed my neck. I sank into the moment, relished the way he nibbled my flesh and the feel of his erection against me. This was what I had been missing. This urgency. This want. This need.
I moaned at the sparks that lit me up inside as those strong hands roamed over me, grabbing and grasping. I caught his mouth again, letting the feel of his tongue and the taste of him consume me.
It was too much, too good, too soon. But I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down on his lap, savoring the groan that escaped him as he tugged at the top of my sports bra, freeing my breasts.
The feel of his tongue on my skin was making me dizzy with lust and ramping up the ache in my core that had been slowly growing for months. Since the day we’d said our vows and shared that chaste kiss at city hall. I didn’t know where this was going or what we were even doing, but I needed more.
Sliding my hands down his ribs, I brought them between us, feeling the ridges of his abs, the soft hair below his navel that led—
Before I could follow that trail, we were interrupted by a loud vibrating sound.
“What the hell?” Remy rasped as I whipped my head around.
“Fuck,” he cursed, pulling me close protectively. About ten yards away, at the edge of the clearing, was a massive bull moose.
His braying was a loud almost honking, almost mooing sound. One I had never heard at such close proximity. It was deep and flat, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I squinted. I had left my glasses back at the cabin so they wouldn’t fall off while I was hanging upside down. “Is that Clive?”
Remy growled. “Fucking Clive. Go away Clive!” he shouted.
