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It was the single most erotic moment in his life. And he hadn’t even touched her.
In the distance he could hear the quiet rumble of the tractor, but here in the woods there was nothing but the sound of insects and his breath rising and falling in time to the pulse beating in her throat.
‘You waited for me,’ he said hoarsely.
Her gaze fixed on his face. ‘You came to find me.’
For a moment, neither of them spoke. He felt as though they were underwater, that he was holding his breath. He could hardly bear to move in case he was hallucinating and then she held out her hand and he walked swiftly towards her. As his fingers found hers, she pulled him away from the path, through the undergrowth into a shaded clearing dotted with tiny yellow and blue flowers.
The air was different now, warm and still and shimmering with light and shadow and the static hiss of anticipation.
His heart stopped beating as she stopped and turned and they stared at one another, palms still pressed together.
‘Are you going to tie me up?’
It was as if she’d slapped him. He stared at her, his pulse raging. ‘What?’
She gestured wordlessly to the rope still coiled around his other hand.
‘Is that what you want me to do?’ he said hoarsely.
Her pupils flared. ‘Yes. But first I want you to kiss me.’
The rope slithered to the grass at his feet as, breathing unsteadily, he leaned forward to cup her chin and his mouth found hers. They kissed, tasting one another, pushing back and forth, each time a little deeper until she pulled back and turned her head to touch her lips to his hand.
‘I want you, Lily.’
He found the band at the base of her neck and he pulled it loose, weaving his fingers through her hair.
‘And I want you—’
She leaned into him, grazing her body against his, her mouth maddeningly light now against his mouth and then, as his hands reached for her, she pushed him backwards.
‘Watch me undress.’
She kicked off her sandals and began to unbutton her blouse, slowly, deliberately slowly, and he watched, his body pulsing with a hunger that seemed to magnify his heartbeat so that he could feel his pulse throbbing through him.
Suddenly losing patience, he pulled her closer, yanking the blouse apart, tearing the fabric as he tugged it away from her arms. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he cupped her breasts in his hands, body hardening as she gasped, and then he lowered his mouth to lick the soft skin there, teasing her nipples until they stood proud from her body.
She pushed him back. ‘I said, watch me.’ Behind her, the trees shivered in the dappled light as she unbuttoned her shorts and let them slide down her legs to pool around her bare feet.
Now she was wearing only a pair of pale peach-coloured panties.
For a moment he thought he might black out and then, toeing off his shoes, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.
‘Now undress me,’ he said.
Shaking inside, he let Lily pull his shirt over his head and run her hands over his chest, his stomach, sliding her fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers. He felt her tug down on the zip, grunting as she freed him, and then his body turned to iron as she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. His breath shuddered in his throat, and he reached down to slide his hand through her hair. Shock waves of desire were rippling over his skin and he jerked his hips backwards.
‘Not like that. Not this time.’
Pushing his trousers and boxer shorts down, he knelt in front of her and, running his hands over her breasts and waist and legs, explored every curve, every inch of skin until finally he slid his fingers inside her. She moaned against his mouth and the sound was gasoline to the fire of his hunger and he tore off her panties, shuddering as she wrapped her legs around his kneeling body and lifted herself against him.
He pushed up and into her, and groaned. She was so slick and hot.
‘Lily—’ He breathed out her name as she pulled him closer, her hand a small, splayed encouragement at his hip, and now he was pushing into her, moving rhythmically, his breath ragged against her throat as she arched against him and he tensed, thrusting upwards, the grip of her muscles sending him over the edge, his climax colliding against hers like a runaway train hitting the buffers.
CHAPTER SEVEN
