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I pulled off my shirt and my bra, and a crooked and amused smirk spread across his face. “Says this goddess of loveliness shrouded in burlap,” he replied.

“Oh, shut up,” I replied, ignoring the little voice in the back of my head that tried to tell me he was lying. He wanted me, and that was evident in both the hunger in his gaze and the heat that flowed toward me. That, plus the newfound confidence I was feeling since the zipline, quashed any shred of negativity left over from my more recent past of insecurity.

I sat up and pulled him to me by the waist of his shorts. I pressed my lips to his chest, and the heat of his skin sailed through me. My pulse quickened as I opened his fly. His fingertips massaged my scalp, trailed down my throat. He leaned my head back and devoured my mouth with his kisses. I let his shorts drop from him as he leaned me back onto the bed.

My essence ached for him. All at once, the onslaught of physical intimacy after countless months of nothing made me ravenous for more. My veins coursed with fiery lust. He slipped his hand under my waistband, and I wondered why I was still wearing shorts. At least I was wondering that until his fingers slid over my most sensitive place and I made an unholy sound in reaction.

My skin suddenly hot with embarrassment instead of desire, I pulled my face away and covered it with the nearest pillow I could find. The bed bounced lightly from his laughter beside me.

Afraid to show my face, I whined into the pillow, “What the hell was that?”

“It’s okay,” he tried to say in a comforting tone, but his voice was strained. Holding back the chuckles, I bet. “You said it’s been a while.”

I groaned.

“I’m serious,” he said, kissing my shoulder. He tried to lift the pillow from me, but it only made me clamp down harder. “You’re really going to let one little moan ruin what we’ve both been thinking about for probably a decade?”

“It wasn’t a moan.” I was certain that my words were coming out garbled through the mound of fluff I pressed over my shamed face, so I finally threw it back toward the headboard. “In what world is sounding like a farm animal sexy?”

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hide the amusement in his face. His pinched lips fought the smile pulling up at the corners of his mouth, his raised eyebrows quivered to remain in a sympathetic pose. As much as my shame and embarrassment fought to overpower everything in me, his efforts were endearing.

“I won’t lie: it was not a sound I was expecting,” he said. “But I don’t think it was bad. I certainly wouldn’t equate it with any animal. We’re both a little out of practice.”

“Really? How long has it been for you?”

He shrugged. “Like you, I lost count after a few months. I didn’t want to believe it at first, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been having an affair.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say the same about Fred. But I don’t think he cares as much about that as some do. He’s the type that really loves to work all the time.”

There was silence between us for a moment. The steady thrum of the rain on the roof and the occasional claps of thunder filled the void as we sat, myself topless, and him stark naked. Tentatively, he put his hand on mine. “Like I said before, if you don’t want to do anything tonight, I can sleep on the couch… after I take the coldest shower possible. Or, if you really want to risk the weather, I won’t stop you from leaving.”

As if on cue, thunder boomed overhead and vibrated through me. My gaze remained fixed on his face, that boyish charm and earnestness that I always admired still present after such a long time.

“You really don’t think that sound was awful?”

“Honestly, it was kind of sexy. It was like my touch unleashed a primal side of you that you keep hidden.”

I smiled, feeling the tentative return of the beast he mentioned. “You wouldn’t be entirely wrong.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

I didn’t answer him with words. Instead, I pulled him into another deep kiss as I threw my shorts to the floor. He rolled me back, hands gliding across my skin like a warm breeze. It had been so long since anyone had touched me like this that his gentle caress made me tremble in anticipation of what comes next. His kisses floated over my cheek, my ear, and to the hollow of my neck. One quick inhale from him at that spot sent me careening into the arms of pleasure.

This was no dormitory with ancient furniture and thin walls. We were in a private cabin, one built with the intention that a romantic couple might do what romantic couples do. Someone would only hear us if they were to come right up to the porch, and even then, what would they expect? Just like the ziplining that afternoon had reawakened my desire for adventure, his heat, his lips, his fingers reawakened a deep hunger for satisfaction.

Once again, his hand slipped between my thighs, and this time I let go of my shame, my fear. With each subtle movement of his digit, a whimper, a moan, a gasp was set free of my lips to his delight. He’d learned some new tricks in the decade since we’d last touched like this, and each one made my body sing.

His mouth lingered at my throat, but I pulled him away. “No hickies. I can’t cover them up,” I said, breathlessly.

A mischievous smile spread across his handsome face. “Perhaps not here,” he said, quickly pecking that spot, “or here,” and pecked the top of my breast, “or even here,” and gave a harmless nibble at my waist. “But what about here?” His lips grazed at the crease of my groin, tickling me intensely. I couldn’t help twitching and almost kicking him in reaction. Because of this, he shifted his body to pin my legs down and planted his mouth on the place just above the joint, sucking on the soft flesh and flicking it with his tongue. Both giddy and surprised, I writhed as much as I could under his restraint.

When at last he pulled back, he gazed upon his work. “Yes, that’s coming along nicely.”

“What happens when I wear a bathing suit tomorrow and that purple spot is peeking out from under the fabric?”

“You’ve got cover-ups,” he said with a shrug. “And shorts.”

“Not that I wear in the water.”

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