His breathing grew even heavier, and his lids drifted half shut, but he kept looking at me. Our gazes were tied to each other with an invisible thread, a link between us that I'd felt since the moment I'd met him.
I worked his cock with my mouth, my lips covering my teeth, while I stroked the skin behind his balls. He groaned and grunted and murmured my name, his voice rough and almost hoarse. I dragged my tongue over the tip of his erection, and he hissed in a breath. His entire face scrunched up with blissful agony when I began to slide my mouth up and down his length, sucking and laving him with my tongue even as I grasped the base of his cock and pumped there too.
"Shit, Mara," he growled. "God, I'm about to---"
With a shout, he came. His whole body jerked. The salty flavor of him filled my mouth, making me hum with pleasure. I kept going until he was done, completely done, and so spent he dangled from the tree branch with his head limp, his chin almost touching his chest. The most adorable look of dazed rapture came over his face.
He managed a lopsided smile. "You rock the blow jobs, Mara. Any guy who couldn't see what a hot, amazing woman you are is a total idiot and a complete dick. I've never been with a sexier, more exciting woman in my life."
I couldn't help smiling. "Anytime you want this again, let me know. I loved doing that to you, and watching your face while you came. It got me so turned on."
He peeled his hands away from the branch to kneel in front of me. Gliding his hands up and down my arms, he leaned in to kiss me.
I expected a lips-only kiss. I mean, what man wanted to taste himself in my mouth? But Ollie didn't care. He sealed his mouth to mine and thrust his tongue deep, letting out a groan of pure carnal delight. We kissed with languor, like we had all day to sit here on our knees, in the woods, enjoying each other's mouths until the sun set and the moon rose, and then we could make love by moonlight.
We didn't get the chance. A phone rang.
Ollie kept kissing me, wrapping his arms around me and crushing my breasts to his chest, crushing my entire body to him.
The phone rang again, and I pushed his face away with my palms on his cheeks. "Is that your phone or mine?"
"Don't know. Don't care."
He claimed my mouth again, devouring me so deeply and hotly that I forgot about everything else in the world.
But that damn phone rang again.
Ollie broke the kiss and huffed. "Can't anybody get along without us for one frigging hour?"
"I think it's only been, like, fifteen minutes."
"But I was planning to make love to you for another forty-five minutes, at the very least."
I grinned.
He scowled as he scrambled around on his knees to find our clothes, then dug in various pockets until he found the ringing phone. He handed it to me. "It's yours. Says 'Mom' on the caller ID."
"Oh." I took the phone and answered it. "Mom?"
"Mara, where on earth are you? Eve and Val let us into the house, but you're not here. We were getting worried."
"Ollie and I went for a walk. We'll be back in a little while."
"Mara..." Her voice took on a sheepish tone I'd never heard before. "There's something I meant to tell you, but after that naked man frightened you, I forgot."
"What is it?"
The silence that followed my question dragged on for several seconds. I knew we hadn't been disconnected thanks to the background noises of men's voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying.
"Mara," Mom began, still sounding slightly embarrassed, "it's about Nico. Before your father and I left Philadelphia, I called him."
"Nico? Why would you do that?"
"I was convinced you were in some sort of trouble, and I knew he wanted you back. So I thought he might be able to talk you into coming home." She hesitated, sighing. "Nico just got here. He's with us in the caretaker's house."
"What?" I almost shrieked that word. My skin went cold, and I was pretty sure my blood froze to solid ice. "You invited my ex-husband to come here? Like it's some kind of intervention for your crazy daughter?"
"Yes. I'm sorry. But you'd better get back here before Nico takes off into the woods to look for you."
Shit. He would do that, for sure. Nico was exactly the kind of jackass who believed he knew what was best for me, and finding out I'd come to a nudist resort would set him off for sure.
"Okay, I'm coming."
I hung up on my mom and rushed to get my clothes on.
"What's wrong?" Ollie asked.
"My---" I paused in yanking my clothes on and tried to calm my racing heart, but I failed. "My ex-husband is here. I have to get back to the house before he calls the state police or who knows what to come search for me."
I didn't wait for Ollie. Once I was dressed, I took off down the trail, headed for the house.
Nico. Here. Could things get any worse?
Chapter Eighteen
Ollie
Mara took off at a dead run. I scrambled to get my clothes on and gave up on tucking my shirt in, determined to keep up with her. I had longer legs, so I caught up to Mara in a few seconds, despite the time it had taken to get dressed. Only when we reached the trailhead, behind the little house, did I realize I'd forgotten my shoes.
She slid to a stop, almost falling over in the process.
I grabbed her arms to keep her from tumbling to the ground.
Gasping for air, she laid a hand on her chest. Her eyes were big, her mouth hung open, and she stared at the house like it might turn into a giant monster and squash
