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I register a change in the sounds around me and look over my shoulder to see that Will has stopped snipping branches and is laying on top of the pile he’s gathered. And all he’s wearing is a look of invitation.
“Is this the way you see your fantasy unfolding?” he asks.
“Is it yours?”
“My fantasy is to make you so incredibly happy that you forget what an asshole I was on the drive up.”
“Then … we have to carry this all back to the picnic table. I want to make love in the sun with an unobstructed view of forever.”
Will’s smile is replaced by a look of relief and he jumps up and pulls his hiking pants back on. “Thank Christ, because honestly, I’m kind of freaked out that a giant ass black widow or worse, one of those hobo spiders could decide to make this a threesome.”
“I’ve actually walked face first into a web with an orb spider in it on one of my hikes.” I wrinkle my nose since, as much as I love nature, I could do without having that experience again.
“Don’t tell Horse if you ever want him to hike with you,” he says, tucking his boot laces behind the tongues.
“Arachnophobe?”
“Top point-one percent.”
Will finishes haphazardly pulling on his T-shirt and jacket and we haul the load back to the rock outcropping. Once we have branches arranged on top of the picnic table, I lay an old Hudson’s Bay wool blanket over it all.
“To keep the creepy crawlies out of my hair,” I laugh, only half joking.
“You really know how to set a mood, Beach. Can I get naked again?”
“Actually …”
“Oh, for the love of—”
“Relax!” I coo. “Take a deep breath.” I lift my chin skyward, inhale, and raise my arms to demonstrate the expansion. “Doesn’t the air smell good?”
Will copies me and wiggles his eyebrows. “Do that again.”
“How about I do one better?” I slide my jacket off my shoulders and drop it on the picnic table’s seat. “Help me with the rest?”
Will grabs the hem of my T-shirt and slides it over my head. He looks at my bra with questioning eyes. I nod.
My exposed nipples are quick to make their opinion of the cool October air known. Will cups my left breast with a warm palm then gently presses the pad of his thumb to my enthusiastic nip.
“Let me warm that up for you,” he says before placing his mouth against my skin. I am in heaven. Or hovering just below it.
“There’s an experiment I’ve been dying to try ever since I read about it, like five years ago,” I say, stroking his head.
He lifts his face. “Tell me.”
“I get naked—”
“Liking it so far—”
I step on the bench of the picnic table, then swing myself on top of the blanket and lay back on my elbows.
“Then I lie on the branches, the moss, the hemp, the wool. All natural, earthy things.”
Will mumbles acknowledgement against my belly, which he’s now kissing.
“And you stand on the rock with bare feet while we make love. I want you to be looking out at the ocean and sky and mountains across the sound. I want you to really connect with nature while you’re really connecting with me.”
Will pulls my boots off, undoes my pants and slides them, and my panties, down my legs. He resumes kissing my belly where the waist band had stopped him and moves his lips lower.
