and sexy as hell.
“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” she added, pressing her hips forward into the hard evidence his desire.
He laughed, too, thankful for her humor as he grabbed hold of her hand again.
“Not that. Not yet anyway.” Bo felt reinvigorated, as though his earlier exhaustion had completely gone. “We have to walk a bit farther.”
They ambled down the narrow path toward the main beach and the parking lot, but still out of sight of both. Then Bo stopped and pulled her aside, off into the woods.
“Over here....”
They climbed up to a higher spot where some sun was still filtering through, and a wide ledge sprawled out from beneath an outcropping of boulders.
“Do you have any recollections? Any sparks of memory about this spot?”
She stood, looking around, and peered out over the trees.
“No, not really. It is a gorgeous view, though. I take it we’ve been up here before?”
“A few times.”
“Why?”
He couldn’t repress his smile at his own memories of this private little nook. They’d discovered it one day while hiking and joking around. Erin had taken off into the woods, daring him to find her, and they both found this little bit of magic. He never saw any other foot traffic up here and assumed it was more or less undiscovered.
Her eyebrows rose as she read his expression. “Ah. So this was like our own lovers’ lane, I take it?”
“Something like that. A nice private spot, but we also had to be very quiet, just in case any other hikers heard us from below.”
He was hard again, and suddenly unworried about the hour. Bo could see the change in her mood as well, as her lips parted, her eyes darkening.
“So what did we do here exactly? Can you show me?”
The desire was plain on her face, reflected in her stance as she leaned toward him, and he was relieved. The emotional dependence he’d felt while sharing his thoughts about the fire wasn’t what he wanted, but this—this he definitely wanted. Thinking about sex focused his muddled mind. And they’d had sex here, in this spot, several times. There was one time in particular that came to mind for him.
She went to him, standing before him with her hands at her sides as he backed her up against the still-warm surface of the rock.
“Caught between a rock and a hard—”
He cut her joke off with a passionate kiss, and she melted into him, moaning as the kiss became hotter and deeper.
He broke the kiss, his own breathing uneven.
“Maybe we should play a game,” he said. “You always liked games.”
He spun them around so that his back was to the boulder and she stood in front of him. He waited, her eyes darkening with excitement as he watched her closely, wondering if she would remember what happened here.
“What kind of games?”
“Remember with hide-and-seek, how you would be hotter or colder when you were getting close to finding someone?”
She nodded.
“Well, maybe you should try to remember what we did here last time, and I can tell you if you are getting hotter or colder as you do...”
She smiled. “All in the name of assisting my memory, of course.”
“Of course.”
Erin appeared more than willing to play—she did like games―and stood back for a minute, looking him up and down as if trying to decide where to start. Bo enjoyed how she took her time, her close study.
“Maybe you should sit down against the base of the rock?”
He shook his head. “Colder.”
She stepped forward, pushing up on her toes to nibble his neck, letting her hand drift down to the front of his jeans.
“A little warmer,” he whispered.
“Only a little?”
He shrugged, but there was a sparkle in her eyes—Erin was having fun—that he hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Hmm...no hands then?” she posited.
He didn’t indicate whether she was right or wrong, and waited to see what she’d do next.
Slowly, she pushed up his shirt, flicking her tongue over his chest and then down to his navel. Licks of fire danced under his skin as she did so.
“Definitely warmer,” he said, his voice hoarser.
She continued her barrage of light kisses, driving him mad, and then she took the additional liberty of freeing his painfully erect shaft as she did so.
“Hotter,” he managed, his body tight with anticipation.
Erin lowered to her knees, her hands on his thighs as she tasted him lightly, rolling her tongue around the tip of him, teasing. Bo’s mind blanked.
She looked up at him through her lashes. “Hotter?”
Her tone was all sex kitten, making him even harder.
“Very.”
He put his hand at the back of her head, applying gentle but firm pressure until his cock brushed the back of her throat and her lips closed around the root.
Her moan told him that she was okay with his touch. Maybe more than okay. Bo took it the next step, curling his fingers into her hair and pulling back gently, showing her the pace he wanted. The world spun as he watched her move against him, and his hold changed to a light caress of her silky locks. As she lost herself in the act, he let go, needing his hands to brace himself against the boulder as she took the lead, making him tremble from head to toe.
Bo stared out at the lakes in the distance as dusk fell; a guttural moan came from his solar plexus as hot pleasure rose. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he reached down and drew her up.
The desire and sheer wanton joy in her expression, her reddened lips and hazy eyes nearly did him in.
She read his mind and shucked her jeans, letting him put her back against the rock. She could barely restrain a gasp of pure bliss as he brought her legs up around him and thrust inside.
“So, so hot,” he breathed against her skin.
This he could handle. Erin needy against him, her face a study in sex, her eyes focused only on him.
The boulder was unyielding, and suddenly Erin’s moaning became a fervent cry of release—which triggered his own. A sensation of complete and utter satisfaction overwhelmed him. He eased off Erin, but slipped his hand into hers, not
