But she got only the kiss as he moved up her body, his slick, smooth hands gliding effortlessly over the ridge of her pubic bone, across and around her stomach and thighs. They grabbed her ass, kneading the firm flesh and pushing her pussy to his burning cock. It struggled, trying to gain entry to her, but he wouldn’t allow it. Not yet anyway.

As his hands attacked her breasts and nipples once more, his mouth traveled up to her neck, nipping and biting the soft flesh, feeling her squirm beneath him.

Pinwheels of fire danced in her blood and her pussy screamed for him.

“What are you waiting for?” she mumbled anxiously, putting her hands on his ass, and pushing down.

“For you,” he replied, moving back down to her pussy.

Pinning her thighs securely, he took a last look at her clit, swollen with blood heated by desire. Desire for him, mirrored by his own cock, full of desire for her. She filled him with the outrageous lust Hefner’s forbidden magazine dolls had inspired in the days of his supercharged, hormone dominated teens. Except she was real and here. For him.

The sensations engulfed him. A touch of short curls and damp, silky skin. The scent of sunscreen and aroused female musk. Sweet, hot, wet pussy on his tongue. Blood racing and pounding in his ears, keeping time to the primal beat in his cock and sac as they ached for their own release.

He ran the flat of his tongue over the whole area, pulling back her lips and exposing her entrance. Reaching her clit again, he tickled it with the point of his tongue, feeling her writhe under him, squealing with delight.

Her pleasure fired his own, his pace quickening. Tiny moans rose rapidly to cries of ecstasy as she crested, her juices flooding out for him to capture and savor, her body clenched in the grip of its own passion.

Having satisfied her, at least for the moment, his barely controlled need pushed past endurance and he raised himself, bringing his iron hard cock to the mouth of her glistening pussy.

“Uh-uh,” she giggled, moving her fingers to cover herself. “I want to watch.”

“What?” he answered incredulously.

“I want to watch you come.”

“And just how do you propose we do that on this narrow little chaise?”

“Simple. You stay right where you are and play with yourself.”

He snorted. “Now why in God’s name would I want to jack off when I’m inches from a warm, desirable woman with the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Her fingertips moved across her wet clit. Raising them to his face, she brushed them lightly along his lips. “Because I want you to,” she purred. “Because I want to watch your cock and your body and your face when you come. And because it would make me even hornier than I am right now. So much that I’d want you so badly I’d probably do anything you asked.”

Torn, he hesitated. His cock blazed with the need of her. He had only to slide forward a few inches and he’d be home. She wouldn’t deny him, he knew. And lots more sex awaited them. This silly whim would be swept away on the riptide of passion and satisfaction he’d give her.

Still, that single word, ‘anything’ held such delight, such promise…

Rising to his knees, he readjusted his position to give himself better balance as he hovered over her.

Squirting sunscreen in his hand, he wrapped his fingers around the head of his cock, the thick white lotion oozing out between them as his fist moved slowly down its length to his balls. The coolness of it did nothing to quench the fire roaring through him.

“Slowly,” she ordered, her voice ragged.

Obediently, he slowed his tempo despite the complaint of his cock, eager for release. His hand traveled to his balls, caressing and separating them, showing them to her in all their fiery glory.

He watched her now, as caught up in her passion as his own. The tip of her tongue moved along her lips as his fingers traveled up and down his cock. Her breasts rose and fell in time to his shallow, noisy breathing. Ivory skin tinged pink with her internal heat, covered, like his cock, in a sheen of lotion and sweat. Those dark, hungry eyes, hypnotized by the rhythm of his writhing snake as he charmed it. And that beautiful pussy, pink and swollen and inflamed just by the sight of him.

The orgasm tore him, ripping a bellow that echoed in the still afternoon sunshine like something wild, spilling through the tall pines and out to the calm water. His fluid spurted out, splattering like lotion on her pussy and curls and sleek stomach.

Spent, he collapsed forward, covering her carefully, feeling her arms and lips and smooth flesh.

“You’re beautiful,” she mumbled. “So very beautiful.”

“And you’d do anything for me?”

“Anything…”

Elgin frowned as she finished reading the scene for the third time since she’d completed it a little more than an hour ago. Vague dissatisfaction gnawed, although the exact cause eluded her. The opening gambit in these woodland sex games would set the tone for the rest of the book and somehow, this scene had failed to strike the right note with her. She knew what she wanted, but the right words just weren’t coming to her.

Ah well, she sighed, shutting down her laptop and glancing at her bedside clock. The day had been long and tiring and she really had intended to take a long, relaxing bath as she’d told Harm when she’d retired upstairs. But the sight of her laptop on the little table in the corner of her bedroom had beckoned to her.

The clock gleamed after eleven now and time for bed. She’d deal with the book and Campbell Harm tomorrow.

“I have a present for you,” he told her as they sipped their coffee on the deck. The early sun filtered through the pines and the cloudless sky promised a beautiful day but a chill hung in the air and they had both put on heavy overshirts before coming out.

“A present?” she repeated in mild surprise. “For me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s not going to explode or anything, is it?”

“Nope,” he grinned, sticking his fingers in his shirt pocket. “Here.”

He opened his fist to reveal a beautiful gold locket, carved with a delicate Celtic knot and hung on a short, sturdy looking gold chain.

“Oh,” Elgin gasped, completely shocked by the jewelry and the unexpected gesture. “It’s…it’s beautiful. But why?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just take it.” His open hand moved closer to her across the table.

Tentatively, she reached out and ran a finger over its surface, feeling the almost imperceptible design. “Not unless you tell me what the catch is.”

“What makes you think there’s a catch?”

“Because there’s always a catch,” she assured him.

“Suppose I told you I just wanted you to have it?”

“I’d ask how come you just happen to have a gold pendant on you?”

He looked into those deep, intelligent dark eyes and knew again she wouldn’t settle for anything but the truth.

“It’s a homing device,” Harm sighed. “It gives off a signal.” He held up his watch and punched one of the little buttons on the outer rim. Immediately, the numbers vanished and a tiny pulsing dot on a grid appeared. “I can track you anywhere in a two mile radius. That way, we don’t have to spend every waking moment together. Give us both a little breathing room.”

“And…and you honestly expect me to wear that…that electronic dog collar?” Her voice hardened to steel.

“It is not a dog collar,” he corrected, his own voice growing colder, “electronic or otherwise. It’s a necessary precaution for your own safety. It weighs next to nothing, it’s very attractive and if you’d stop being such a stubborn bitch, you’d wear it and be grateful I don’t get a real collar and leash. And a muzzle while I’m at it.”

“You stupid bastard…” she began but he stopped her.