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“Regina.” His voice was hoarse, his body already shaking.

“I want you.”

He laughed, the breath strangled in his throat. Her declaration was not what he was longing to hear, but it was a start, a beginning.

In the past, those words would never have left her mouth, and it was what had been so frustrating. He considered the fact that they were making progress.

“Want is too tame a term for what I’m feeling. We should go in-”

“No.” She lifted the shirt and pulled it over his head, leaving his upper body bare. His skin was tanned, the muscles in his chest defined.

Placing her hands there, she combed her fingers through his chest hairs and felt him quiver. “Right here.”

“Sweetheart-” he groaned when she passed a nail over his nipple. “It might rain.”

“Then it rains. I want you now.”

“The board, it might be too rough.”

“The blanket is soft.”

“If you insist.”

“I do.” She slid her hands over his chest to circle his neck, and he was lost.

Her scent, the feel of her against him, was heady. He had no choice.

His control was slipping. Trailing his fingers up and down her back, he untied the string that held her blouse together and slipped it over her head.

The blood was already rushing to his head, his skin heating up. Desire spun like quicksilver, especially when she pressed her body to his.

Her nipples branded his skin, making him even hotter.

Biting off a groan, he dipped his head and feasted. Pushing her back on the cushion, he cupped her breasts and used his tongue to circle the flesh.

Her body arched, fingers digging into his hair as her world turned upside down. This was what she had been foolishly denying herself.

The pleasure was so exquisite it was painful, sharp jagged edges tearing at her insides and making her weak.

She tasted of silk and honey. The combination went to his head like the scotch he liked to sip.

She was his weakness, his Achilles heel. Wanting her was making him crazy.

But he was going to take his time, to sip, to savor, to enjoy. He wanted the pleasure to last.

His mouth trailed down her flat stomach, quivering from the emotions he was stirring inside her. Love for her blossomed, bursting through his body like wildfire.

Sliding his fingers down, he unhooked her pants, easing them down over her hips, and felt a jolt straight through him when he encountered bare skin.

Chapter 10

They didn't notice the sun sliding slowly under the clouds or that the breeze whistling through the trees had picked up speed gradually. They didn't notice anything, but the sensations, the emotions running through their bodies like wildfire.

He had his hands on her. He had stripped off the pants, the only thing she was wearing, which to his muddled mind saved time.

A hell of a lot of time. He cupped her and lifted his head to see her reaction.

It was gold. Her lips parted, her lids were lowered over eyes gone bright and slumberous.