“What do you say, sweetheart, are you up to trying something new?”

They exchanged a long, heated glance, and then instead of answering, her hands went to her blouse. She toyed with the button.

Snap.

She wet her lips, and his cock jumped.

Snap.

Long fingers peeled open her blouse. Her lids drifted down as she lifted her breasts from the cups. She kneaded her tender flesh, soft moans escaping her throat.

“Open your eyes,” he said.

Her lids fluttered back open, and his jaw clenched when she pinched her nipples, rolling those gorgeous, hard buds like they were starved for attention.

Snap.

He watched her play with herself as his cock pressed painfully against his jeans. He choked back a groan. “Is there anything else you’d like to show me?”

Her grin turned naughty as she slid her hands lower.

Snap.

She released the button on her shorts. He drew in a breath as he throbbed, calling on his patience.

With the forest hugging them, he stepped closer, and he could almost hear her purr as she shimmied out of her shorts. She peeled off her panties and stood before him in nothing but her open blouse, with her breasts spilling from her bra.

“You have a beautiful body, Alix. Why do you always keep it covered?”

“The mayor’s daughter doesn’t show any skin,” she answered, her voice husky.

“I’d like to see your skin, every inch of it, actually.” He took another step closer. Her eyes met his, and the desire reflecting there filled him with heat. He touched her chin, lightly brushing the rough pad over her silky cheek, and felt a tremble move through her. “Would you like to show me?”

Instead of answering, she slowly released the buttons on her blouse. With a little shrug it fell from her shoulders. A breeze rushed past and her nipples tightened behind her lace bra. She cupped her breasts and then fingered the strap, running her thumb up and down the silky length. A beat passed, a moment of hesitation. She glanced at him, her lashes blinking rapidly, her shyness warring with the need to pleasure herself.

“Beautiful,” he murmured softly, being careful not to break the mood. “So incredibly sexy.”

She sucked in a fluttered breath, his words turning her on and making her bolder. The rasp of her strap sliding down her arm reached his ears and thickened his cock, and when her hand went behind her to unhook her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts, he nearly bit off his tongue. Christ, she was so gorgeous, so exciting.

Lids languid with desire and mouth slack, she slid one hand down over the soft swell of her stomach. Wiggling her hips, she toyed with the band on her panties.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart.”

Air rushed from her lips as her hips stilled, her thumbs slipping under the thin lace. A quick tug and her panties were at her feet. She slowly lifted her legs to kick them away. Her hands crawled back up her thighs, lightly brushing her bare mound, a soft caress that brought color to her cheeks. He groaned, and her head fell back, a soft moan slipping out on a sigh of pleasure.

Fuck, he was so hard it hurt.

He pressed a button on his camera and propped it on his bag, keeping it focused on Alix. Then he came back to stand before her.

Jesus, he wanted her. “Tell me what you want.”

He pushed his erection against her, to let her know how much he wanted her, and wanted this.

She lifted her chin, her eyes full of urgent need. “I want you to kiss me.”

As her soft whisper curled around him, his muscles bunched, and his cock raged inside his pants. His mouth pressed hungrily to hers, taking full possession. The second he tasted her sweetness, a growl crawled out of his throat. The moan of pleasure seemed to do something to her, awaken something primal. She pressed against him, rubbing that hot, wet pussy of hers on his leg.

“I want you naked,” she demanded. “I want to touch you.”

Wanting—needing—that too, he stepped back and made short work of his clothes, leaving them in a pile in the grassy clearing. His erection jutted forward, and he wrapped his fingers around it to stroke himself.

Alix’s eyes widened. Another first for her, he guessed. He stroked harder. “Oh God,” she murmured under her breath.

Entranced by what she was doing and forgetting they were in a clearing, he shot a quick glance over his shoulder to ensure they were alone, then stepped beside her, touching her shoulder lightly to reposition her.

“Alix,” he said softly. She lifted her eyes to his. He smiled and asked, “What do you want now?”

She reached out and placed her hand on his stomach, running it over his muscles, going lower and lower to the base of his cock. Her fingers closed around him, dragged up the length, then over his crown.

Fuck yes.

“This.” She squeezed. “All of it. Inside me. Now.”

He swallowed, and racked his brain to catch up as she stroked him.

She blinked up at him, desire swimming in her eyes. “And I want it hard.”

Jesus.

His cock grew another inch. “Right here, where anyone can see?” he asked, teasing her fetishes.

“Yes,” she answered and gestured toward the ground, her body trembling with need. “Right here, right now,” she said, her words rushed, a new sense of urgency about her.

Needing to slow her down so he could make it good for her, he said, “Easy, baby.”

“Please, Jag. It’s been so long…”

What the hell? Christ, up until yesterday she’d been engaged. What kind of a man—lover—was he? But when she pushed against him, and he felt her wetness on his thighs, he couldn’t think about that any longer.

He gripped her ponytail and gave it a tug, forcing her face up. His lips found hers again, and he took his time, tasting her sweetness before moving to the hollow of her throat. She quivered beneath his lips as his hands roamed her body, exploring and getting to know her every curve, her every lush contour, while he helped free her and show her that a sensual woman like her should never be subdued.

He cupped her breasts, and her head rolled back. Desperate to taste her, he bent forward to wrap his mouth around one of her hard buds. “Jesus,” he murmured as her pebbled nipple swelled inside his mouth. She writhed, and he struggled to take it slow.

“Jag, please…”

She was so fucking aroused it damn near killed him. He dropped to his knees, kissing the flat of her stomach as he slipped a hand between her legs, urging them apart. When she widened, he slid his fingers over the inside of her silky thigh, climbing higher and higher but never touching the spot that looked so swollen and achy for him. He loved how much she wanted it—wanted him.

“I need to get you ready, baby.”

She rocked her hips, grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, and said, “I am ready.”

He grinned up at her, noting the eagerness on her face, but there were so many things he wanted to do before he took her. “Poor baby, so needy. But don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel all better.”

A cry caught in her throat, and her hands went to her breasts as he widened her sex to find her wet. He lightly brushed her clit, and her hips jerked. Christ, she was so sensitive, so close to climaxing just from their camera foreplay.

He ran his hands over her flesh, taking his time to caress every inch of her as he savored her satiny warmth, taking her closer and closer to the precipice but never allowing her to tumble over.

“So good,” she murmured. “Never been so good.”

His heart hammered. Christ, he liked hearing that. Wanting to take the edge off before he drove into her, he sank his mouth into her warm, wet heat to give her a sample of the pleasure to come.

Her hands fisted his hair, and her body shuddered as he circled her with his tongue. Fuck, she tasted like sugar, cotton candy, and everything sweet. Everything about her syrupy nectar tested his restraint, and it took every ounce of control he had to fight the powerful urge to pull her onto his hips and fuck her hard.