‘Dex,’ she murmured, ‘where has the hamper gone?’ She had fallen asleep with the picnic basket acting as a barrier between them and had awakened to find herself almost joined with him from the hip down, the heat of his body burning through the fine fabric of her trousers.
‘So practical and yet so perfect,’ he opined softly, trailing a string of tiny kisses down from her ear to her mouth and gently back to the tip of her nose, his grey eyes smiling lazily down into hers.
Beth was totally captivated. She drank in the tangy masculine scent of his cologne, along with the exquisite frisson of excitement that tingled through her body as he moved his hard, muscular thigh restlessly against her, bringing a blush to her cheeks.
‘I moved the damn thing because I thought you were never going to wake up, and I had a much more pressing appetite. I needed quite desperately to hold you, to kiss you.’ And he did.
His mouth covered hers in a kiss of achingly tender passion, and Beth closed her eyes and gave herself up to the kaleidoscope of hitherto unknown sensations rioting within her.
‘You drive me crazy, Beth.’ He whispered the words against her throat, then, raising his head, he demanded huskily, ‘Look at me, Beth. You will be mine?’
She opened her eyes, but his kiss had stolen her breath away and she could not speak. Instead, her body now shaken with unfamiliar feeling, she stared up at him, unconscious of the fact that her huge green eyes, under their thick lashes, and the soft, swollen fullness of her mouth combined with her aura of innocence were tantalising challenges to a man like Dex.
He smiled a soft, slow predatory grin. ‘No answer, my sweet? Then let me persuade you.’
Shockingly, she knew she wanted him too. Heat surged from the centre of her body to every part of her as she recognized the power he had over her.
‘But—’ They were lying on a blanket in broad daylight; anyone could walk past, she meant to say. The words caught in her throat as his hand slid slowly across her breast and his head descended. His tongue flicked teasingly around her mouth, enticing a response she was helpless to withhold—did not want to!
With devastating intent, Dex carried on kissing her, parting her swollen lips, his tongue delving deep, and any lingering inhibitions Beth might have felt were vanquished by his sexual expertise. She ardently returned his kisses, her small hand curving around his neck to hold his head down to hers.
‘At last,’ he growled against her parted lips, ‘you want me.’ And, lifting his head, his silver eyes staring down into hers, he added, ‘And God knows I want you. I ache.’
Beth lay immobile, trapped by the long leg he had moved over hers, the hard, masculine length of him making her vitally aware of exactly how much he wanted her, while her pulse-rate shot off the Richter scale. She made no objection when, with a deftness that underlined his vast experience, his long fingers unbuttoned her blouse. But when he deliberately drew back she could not hold back the soft sigh of regret that escaped her.
‘Ah, shame,’ he teased her, ‘today you’re wearing a bra.’ In a second the front fastening was flicked open and he had peeled back both shirt and bra. ‘If that was meant to deter me, Beth, it didn’t work,’ he mocked softly, his glittering gaze studying her naked breasts with lazy pleasure. ‘You are so beautiful, and so perfect.’
Beth felt her whole body blush, the blood rushing through her veins like quicksilver. Her green eyes roamed, helpless with longing, over his handsome face—noting the darkening flush across his high cheekbones, the sensuous twist to his full lips, and she shivered in anticipation as his dark head lowered slowly, not to her mouth, but to the rosy tip of her breast.
She had never allowed any other man such intimacy, but she was helpless where Dex was concerned. What she had feared was true: she could not deny him anything. Her hands tangled in the black silk curls of his head while her slender body arched involuntarily towards the source of its pleasure. He slowly sucked her taut nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the rigid peak until she moaned out loud. When he moved to give the same treatment to her other breast, she thought she would faint with the pleasure.
She made no demur when his hard-muscled thigh gently nudged her trembling legs apart, or when he swiftly unzipped her trousers and eased one large hand down over her flat stomach. She felt an instant of loss when his mouth deserted her breast and he reared up. But his passion-darkened eyes, glittering with a ferocious need, told her he was not deserting her, and then, once more, his mouth sought hers in a possessive, hungry kiss.
Beth traced his broad shoulders with trembling hands, moving them down to slide them up beneath his sweater. The feel of his satin flesh was an aphrodisiac all on its own. She felt his great body shudder, and gloried in his hard-muscled flesh. Moist heat flooded her loins as a teasing finger eased beneath her scanty briefs and found the secret part of her. It was only when he rolled over her, covering her completely, and she could feel the rigid length of his masculine arousal hard against her, that she panicked like the frightened virgin she was.
Her eyes flew wide open. She saw the swaying branches of the tree and the blue sky above. What was she inviting? ‘No! No, Dex.’ She squirmed beneath him, her small hand closing over his strong wrist. ‘I can’t!’ Though every nerve in her body was crying out with need, her fear of the unknown, ultimate intimacy was greater, and she began to struggle in earnest.
‘No? You can’t say no—not now, Beth.’ His throaty voice grated on her taut nerves, his fingers flexing as though to throw off her hold on his wrist.
‘Please stop.’ For a long moment she thought Dex was going to ignore her plea. His full weight pinned her down and he buried his head in the blanket over her shoulder. She felt his long body shudder and heard him groan, and then suddenly he rolled off her to lie on his back.
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered, her body still pulsing with aching desire. Though she wasn’t exactly sure what she was apologising for.
‘Not half as sorry as I am,’ he snarled, jumping to his feet to tower over her. ‘I despise women who play games.’
She gazed up at him in disbelief. The lover of a moment ago was gone, replaced by a furiously angry man. His grey eyes narrowed contemptuously on her half-naked, dishevelled form. ‘Get dressed, before I forget I am a gentleman and take what you are so obviously begging for but haven’t the guts to admit.’
The contempt in his tone, the ice in his eyes, cut her to the heart. She lowered her own eyes and was forcibly reminded of his aroused state, which he made no attempt to hide. Bending her head, she hastily fastened her clothes. He was right; she did want him. But not like this, under a tree in the open where all could see, with no commitment on his part other than a desire for sex.
With that thought uppermost in her mind, some of Beth’s pride and common sense surfaced. It was not all her fault. Dex was just as guilty as she was; after all, it was Dex who had started making love to her, not the other way around. The frustration seething in her overheated body, and a strong sense of pique at his attitude, gave her the determination to get to her feet, and, tilting her head back, she looked him straight in the eye.
‘If you were a gentleman you would not have tried to seduce me in a public place anyway,’ she said flatly.
‘If—if…’ he repeated furiously. ‘God knows, I should have learnt my lesson by now. You are just like my—’ He stopped, and as she watched a subtle change came over his features. ‘Forget it. I have,’ Dex finished
