Maple glanced over her shoulder and grinned at him before sitting down and patting the ground next to her. The little minx knew exactly what she was doing to him. With nothing more than a few scraps of red material and a basket between them, he settled himself next to his mate. How the hell he’d make it through lunch without giving in to the need to tear that sexy bikini from her and bury himself deep inside her, he had no idea.
***
Jaxon sat stiff next to her, and she did mean stiff. The hard ridge straining under the zipper of his worn jeans didn’t lie. She felt kind of bad for teasing him the way she had, but if Maple had her way, she’d ease his discomfort soon enough.
Propriety be damned. She was going for it—for him. She’d never been the type to fall into bed with strangers or have one night stands, but there was something about Jaxon that she couldn’t resist. Call it selfish, but she didn’t want to waste what little time she had at the cabin pussyfooting around their attraction.
He took a deep breath and looked over the sparkling surface of the water, drawing her attention to his naked chest as it rose and fell, then lower to the hard abs bunched above the waistband of his jeans. She wanted to lick each one of those muscles and keep going until she found the treasure he kept hidden still.
Pulling a sandwich from the basket, she held it out to him. “I hope you like ham and swiss.”
Jaxon brought his gaze back to hers before letting it dip to her lips. “My favorite,” he said, his voice a deep rasp that sent a ribbon of heat curling through her. He took another deep breath, his nostrils flaring.
In the next instant, he was on top of her, his weight pressing her onto the soft blanket. She couldn’t be sure if he’d moved the basket, or if she did, or even where the sandwich ended up. All she knew was that his lips were on hers, devouring her, and she couldn’t care less if she ever ate again. The soft tug of his fingers in her hair held her for his invasion. His tongue stroked hers in an age-old dance that left her body throbbing for more.
Maple wrapped one leg around his hip, pressing closer, needing more contact. She caressed the length of his back with her fingertips, not stopping until she reached the waistband and stroked back up again. Goosebumps rushed across his skin, and a moan rumbled from his chest as he thrust his hips into her.
Breaking the kiss, he nibbled along her jaw and down the column of her neck before pausing at her collarbone. “Tell me to stop. Do it, Maple. If you don’t, I won’t be able to on my own,” he said, his voice rough. He brought a hand down to rest on her ribs below her breast, his fingers digging lightly into her flesh. Each exhale had his warm breath caressing her sensitive skin.
“Oh, God, don’t stop. Please,” she begged. That was the last thing she wanted. “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.”
“Clean, too,” he managed before moving lower to scrape his rough chin against the swell of her breast. “You’re so damned beautiful. I don’t know which part of you to explore first.”
He slid his hand down her side and around her hip, bringing her closer still until he was wedged tight against her throbbing core. She reached for the snap of his jeans but couldn’t get her fingers close enough to unfasten it. “These have to go,” she said, her voice breathless—needy—as she tugged on one of his belt loops.
“Not yet.”
She was about to protest when he pulled one side of her bikini top down, exposing her breast. A second later, his tongue swiped over her peaked nipple. Moaning, she arched her back, demanding more. His hooded gaze met hers, and he flicked it again before grinding himself between her legs, increasing the pressure in her throbbing clit. His free hand found her other breast, stroking her through the material.
She buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more. When his lips finally closed around her and he sucked the taut tip, she bucked up. Pure pleasure rippled from where his mouth gently suckled straight to the overwhelming pulse between her legs. The warm breeze teased her skin as he uncovered her other breast. He went to the other, laving it with his tongue as he teased the first with his thumb and forefinger.
“Please, Jaxon. I can’t take anymore,” she begged. Her orgasm just out of reach, Maple thrust her hips into his, desperate for the release her body demanded.
Jaxon gave one last pull with his lips on her nipple before kissing his way back to her ear. Shifting his weight, he lay on his side next to her. He brought his hand down her belly. His fingertips dipped beneath the fabric, so close to where she needed them, yet not nearly close enough.
“You want to come again, don’t you? Like you did inside the cabin?” he asked. His deep, gravelly tone had her gasping almost as much as the words themselves had.
“I… You…”
“It was the sexiest damned thing I’ve ever heard. Were you thinking of me while you were touching yourself, Maple?”
She whimpered when his fingers slid lower, barely grazing the top of her slit. Nodding, she tried to tilt her hips up to meet his touch, but he moved with her, denying her.
“Were you?” he asked before he bit her neck below her ear.
She nodded again. “Yes, I was thinking of you… Of you
