kisses and tiny nips that elicited surprise and a few startled groans of pleasure. Somehow they were both nude. It was shocking, yet intensely exciting. His lips forged a new path down her tummy and lower still. He paused, his breath stirring the hairs at the junction of her legs, making her moan in anticipation. Then he settled there, his mouth doing incredibly naughty things she’d only read about, until now.
He chuckled as her hands strained to touch him, this incredible, fascinating shadowy shape in the dark. He assumed the role of teacher as he showed her untutored body how to please them both. The wild clamoring filled her once more and she wondered if she’d gone mad.
Finally, he stretched out over her. Butter soft, yet uncompromisingly hard. Their sweat-slicked skin came together and he claimed her with one hard thrust. He swallowed her shocked cry with his mouth. The stab of pain was almost immediately lost in the extraordinary sense of fullness.
She thought she heard him swear, but when she began to move against him, he shuddered and began to move as well, withdrawing, almost completely, only to surge against her once more, faster, harder, perfect.
Leigh was beyond words, beyond thought. She clenched around him, demanding more insistently as she pushed her body against his. With a curse and a groan, he began to move, harder, faster, deeper. The pleasure returned, driving her toward some incredible goal until the world exploded in a pleasure beyond description.
“WAKE UP. Damn it, Hayley, wake up.”
Confused, her mind tried to make sense of the masculine voice and the hand shaking her none too gently.
“I’m Leigh,” she muttered, unable to lift her heavy eyelids. The shaking sensation stopped. She felt the hard rocky ground at her back. Vaguely, she wondered if she’d ever stop trembling.
Gavin cursed again. She should say something, but it was far too difficult to battle the fatigue pressing shut her eyes.
Something wet covered her face. She batted uselessly at the cloth, but hands pinned her arms over her head to the blanket. She blinked as the cloth fell away, trying to make out his features in the dark.
“That’s it. Snap out of it. How much did you have to drink?”
The rough demand reached past the haze. “One. Beer.”
He swore viciously. “Are you lying?”
“Never. Lie. So tired.”
“You’re drugged.”
The words ripped at the curtain fogging her mind. “No.”
“Hell, yes,” he said grimly. “Open your eyes and look at me!”
“Stop swearing!” She blinked open blurry eyes, battling the residual haze shrouding her brain. Gavin was holding her down. She tried to remember why that was all wrong.
“That’s it, fight back.” One hand let her go. Her head lolled to the side. It was so hard to keep her eyes open. His hand slid beneath the tangle of her hair, cupping the back of her head. The tingling sensations were starting all over. There was something incredibly sensual in the touch of that large hand against her scalp.
“Sit up, come on. That’s it. Open your eyes, Leigh.”
She struggled to obey. He was the sexiest man she’d ever seen. “Fantasy man,” she whispered.
Gavin cursed. “We’ll see how you feel about that tomorrow. Here, swallow this.”
A bottle of liquid was thrust to her lips. It clicked against her teeth, but he gave her no chance to protest. Warm water dribbled down her chin, but some of the fluid made it down her parched throat. The water had a chemical taste, like bottled water that had been sitting in a hot car too long. She choked. Her stomach roiled in protest. Feebly, she tried to push aside his hand.
“Drink some more.”
“I’m going to be sick.”
“That’s the idea. We need to get that drug out of your system.”
To her acute mortification, he held her while her stomach made good on the threat. He continued holding her gently even after she was reduced to dry heaves. Almost tenderly, he pulled aside the heavy mass of her hair and rubbed her bare back as if she were a child.
Weak and spent, she let him. Desperately, her brain tried to make sense of it all.
“Take another sip.”
“I’ll throw up again.”
“Swish it around in your mouth and spit it out. Don’t swallow it. I know it’s warm, but it’s the only water I have with me.”
She obeyed, totally ashamed as memory played back the things they’d done. He let her go and fished in his pocket. She heard the crinkle of paper as Gavin unwrapped something and handed it to her.
“It’s okay. It’s a peppermint hard candy. It will take the taste out of your mouth.”
His expression was so sweet she wanted to cry. The candy had an odd taste on her tongue.
“Think you can get back on the bike?”
“Bike?”
Memory trickled past. A wild ride. Wanton need. Her breasts were bare, the nipples hard, but tender and sore. The rest of her body was equally bare. Moonlight peered through the trees overhead to dapple her skin. She focused on his face, horror growing as images ghosted through her mind.
“Did we…? Were we…?”
His features hardened, making her flinch.
“Were we intimate? Oh, yeah, baby. We were as intimate as it gets.”
His finger lightly traced her collarbone. She had a memory of his lips doing the same. Leigh trembled—hard.
“How much do you remember?”
The knot that formed in her stomach threatened to turn her inside out.
“I don’t… I’m not sure.”
Lifting her chin, Gavin forced her to meet his eyes.
“Tell me you weren’t a virgin.”
She lost the battle with her stomach once more. He turned her head in time as her insides twisted in an attempt to escape. Dry heaves wracked her. Gavin swore, but he held her until she finally sagged against his chest, utterly spent. His shirt smelled of cigarette smoke and fabric softener. That he was fully dressed while she was naked made it all the worse somehow. His hands were gentle as he wiped her face, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Let’s get you dressed.”
She tried, but her fingers were useless. He skipped the bra and panties and helped her with her sister’s blouse.
“Can you stand?”
She wasn’t sure. Gavin didn’t give her a choice. Her body still vibrated in reaction to his touch as he slid the jeans back up her
