style="font-size:15px;"> “Right. We’re both way overdressed for this.”
“We are.” She thought longingly of her transparent nightgown and the entrance she could make if they were in a hotel room instead of on a wooden platform twenty feet above the ground. Instead she wore extremely unsexy hiking shorts, a T-shirt and, most problematic of all, hiking boots.
No man should be forced to remove his lover’s lace-up hiking boots before they had sex. So that meant she needed to undress herself. Then she thought of what fun it would be to watch Luke strip down right here on her observation platform. Anybody could make a luxury suite seem seductive, but how many people could say they’d had sex in a tree?
She turned and grabbed her camp stool. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.”
A slow smile made him look even more breathtakingly handsome. He took off his hat and laid it brim-side up on the platform. “I knew we were going to get along.”
“That’s a different hat.” She unlaced her boot and pulled it off along with her sock.
“Sarah’s going to see what she can do with the other one.” He unsnapped his cuffs as he watched her pull off her other boot. “But if you ask me, one ruined hat is a small price to pay.”
Her body tingled from the gleam in his eyes. “You don’t know that yet.”
“Yes, I do.” He unsnapped his shirt.
“I might be lousy at sex.”
He laughed.
“Really, I might. You know that underdog syndrome we talked about?” She stood and the wood felt warm under her bare feet. “Those are the guys I tend to pick.”
“So I’m an underdog? Ouch!” He pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the platform.
“Oh, no.” Her gaze traveled lovingly over his broad chest. “You’re no underdog.”
“That’s a relief.” He sent her a sizzling glance as his hands went to his belt buckle. “Better get moving, Perkins. You’re falling behind.”
“No, I’m not.” But she’d been caught standing motionless and staring. She’d admit that. “You still have your boots on.”
“So I do.” He paused, his fingers at the button of his jeans. “After you take off your shirt, how about tossing that stool over here?”
“I can do it now.” She reached for it.
“Please pull off your shirt,” he said softly. “Your boots seemed to take forever. I thought I’d go crazy.”
She paused. Until now she’d been so focused on him that she’d forgotten that he might be as eager to watch her undress. “Don’t expect sexy underwear,” she said.
“Why would you wear sexy underwear when you’re camping?”
With a smile, she echoed his earlier comment. “I knew we’d get along.” Then she grabbed her T-shirt and yanked it over her head.
“Mmm.”
His murmur of approval sent heat flooding through her, and moisture gathered between her thighs.
“More.” His voice sounded husky. “The bra, too.”
She trembled as excitement warred with her natural modesty. “I’ve never stripped for a man in broad daylight.”
“I’m honored to be the first.” His chest expanded as he dragged in a breath and let it out slowly. His glance was hungry. “Come on, Naomi. I want to see you with sunlight on your breasts.”
Pulse hammering, she reached behind her back and unfastened the hooks of her white cotton bra. Then she drew it off and let it fall to the platform.
His gaze held hers for a few seconds before dipping. Then it returned to lock with hers. His voice was tight. “You’re incredible. And I want to touch you more than I want to breathe.”
Her nipples tightened and she quivered with longing. “Then touch me.”
With a groan of surrender, he eliminated the space between them and crushed her in a fierce embrace. Bare skin met the solid wall of his chest, and she gasped at the pleasure of that first contact.
“I need you so much.” His mouth found hers as he pulled her in close, letting her feel the hard ridge beneath the fly of his jeans.
The urgency of his kiss drove her wild. No man had ever wanted her like this, as if he couldn’t contain the passion gripping him. Keeping her firmly wedged against his crotch, he continued kissing her as he leaned back enough to cup her breast in one large hand. His moan of need vibrated through her.
His hands were calloused from his work, and that only made his touch more erotic. She squirmed against him, aching for relief from the tension that tightened with each thrust of his tongue into her mouth and squeeze of his hand on her breast.
Desperation drove her to shove her hand between them and unfasten the button on his jeans. As she began working the zipper down, he lifted away from her, giving her access. When she slipped her hand inside his briefs and wrapped her fingers around the silky power of his cock, he began to shake.
He lifted his mouth from hers and gulped for air. “I’m going insane.”
She moaned as his thumb brushed her nipple. “Me, too.”
“We have to…We’re not…”
“Condom. Do you…?”
“Yes, but I haven’t…my boots are still…”
Her fevered brain searched for the quickest way for them to achieve their goal. “The stool.”
“Oh.” He let her go long enough to find the stool and grab it.
She used that time to get out of her shorts and soaked panties. When she turned back to him, he was sitting on the stool pulling off his boots, and he held the condom packet in his teeth.
“Forget the boots.”
The one he’d been holding fell from his hand with a clatter as she stood before him, trembling with urges stronger than she’d ever had in her life. Those urges made her bold.
“Put on the condom.” She braced her hands on his broad shoulders.
His breathing ragged, he quickly did as she asked.
“Now…” She gripped his shoulders. “Help me down.”
Hands at her waist, he looked into her eyes as he supported her slow descent.
She felt the nudge of his cock.
Lightning flashed in his brown eyes. He shifted slightly, found her moist entrance. “You’re drenched.”
“Your fault.”
