Running Wild

Manipulating his hand, he crushed her clit inside the hot, plump cushion of her mound. Alexa's fingers tightened on the windowsill, her body shifting from one to foot to the other.

A group of businessmen left the building, shouting across to one another as they separated out across the car park. Tomas manipulated her harder and she almost buckled, cursing aloud as she came a second time even as one glanced back and did a double take.

Tomas turned her quickly in his arms. Her skirt fell back into place. He stared into her eyes for a long moment, before he brushed his thumb over her lips. Then he walked away. A deliberate move on his part, and her body yearned after him. By the time she managed to do up her shirt and straighten her clothes, he was back at his desk, attention on the papers. Back to being the suave businessman, collected and contained. Unlike me, she thought. Her pulse still raced, legs wavering under her, her pussy heavy with pleasure but wanting more, wanting all of him. He'd left her that way on purpose. Devious man. She'd be thinking about it all week long, anticipating being touched again, wanting him to take it further.

She followed in his wake, straightening her jacket as she did so. When he glanced up at her, she gave him her best professional nod, and responded. "Okay, I'll take you up on your challenge."

His mouth moved into a slow smile, eyes glittering. "Sunday it is then."

Chapter Two

Sunday eventually came around. Alexa brimmed with anticipation, but as the week had progressed nerves hit her, too. She pushed them away, determined to have this moment. Her mind ran with images of Tomas and what he'd said and done, the way he'd touched her and admired her. She'd felt so…feminine. She'd wanted him for so long that the very suggestion it was going to happen meant she was ready and raring to go. He'd made some invisible connection to her very core, his very proximity making her wet in a way that lingered all through the following days, desire making her crazy for him. In her imagination, she saw images of him bending her over and shagging her, in his office. Instead, he'd left her wanting more, thinking about it, and she'd been constantly horny as a result.

His commanding tone and his suggestions haunted her through each and every day and at night in bed she would touch herself, imagining that his hands were on her again, the way they had been in his office, his thumb stroking over her breasts and her clit while he told her what he was going to do to her. She imagined his cock, pictured him fisting it in one hand as he climbed between her legs. Would they make love out in the long grass? Oh yes, the long grass. Images flashed through her mind, Tomas between her thighs, driving his length inside her over and over again while they rolled in the grass, crushing the lush stems beneath them. He'd mentioned bondage, too, and she squeezed her thighs together while she pictured some ritualistic act with her spread-eagled and Tomas kneeling in between her open legs with his fist wrapped around his cock. God knows, she'd imagined him that way so many times, the thought of seeing it made her unbearably horny.

She lifted her hair from the back of her neck, laughing softly to herself. Just the thought of Tomas Flint at one with nature, naked and sweating, fucking her hard, had her close to coming. Is that what he wanted? Desperate to find out, constantly she willed the time to pass.

When the day finally dawned it was a beautiful summer morning, mid-August and sultry. Alexa tied her hair up and opted for a floating summer dress and sandals that were attractive but also comfortable enough to walk in, although she hoped that she would be on her back in the long grass before too long. That part was certain, although there was a layer of mystery to it she hadn't yet fathomed. At the last minute, she threw her sports shoes into a backpack, together with cut-off jeans and a T-shirt, just in case they were needed.

Naked, he'd said.

Alexa bit her lip, her body on a knife-edge of anticipation. She'd fantasized about getting it on with Tomas often enough, but now her fantasy was on the verge of coming true. It felt like a pretty scary place to be. What if it wasn't what she expected it to be? What if it was too much? She had to face up to these doubts, because it had to be done. There'd never been a choice. Once he'd made the proposition she had to go for it, because she already wanted him. If she didn't she would have to face a life of regret, always wondering what might have happened.

Clear-headed by nature, Alexa didn't shy away from the truth, so she recognized she only had one choice. But what would come of this, what exactly did he mean to do? He'd touted it as a countryside tryst, but his first remark… Bondage. Had it been said to provoke her, as some sort of test, or had he really meant it? A shiver ran up her spine as she considered it, a shiver of arousal. Hell, yes—it turned her on. Doing it in the wild wasn't something she'd even considered before, let alone bondage, but the idea intrigued her. Keyed up and restless, she paced the pavement outside her apartment block, where Tomas had said he would pick her up. She watched the traffic, wondering when and how he would arrive. A Land Rover, perhaps. The thought of it made her smile, breaking some of the tension she felt. Yes, Tomas Flint, suave businessperson extraordinaire, and his secret weekend nature habit. But it wasn't a Land Rover that pulled up alongside her a moment later. Instead, a stretch limousine cruised in, all shiny black and polished chrome, with blacked-out windows. She stared at it, concerned it might block the place where Tomas would want to pull in. Then the door clicked open and there he was, in the back seat.

He gestured to her, beckoning her inside.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize," she said as she climbed in. Once the door shut, the sound of the traffic was muffled. "This wasn't quite what I expected."

"What were you expecting?"

"Oh, I don't know, a jeep, or something."

Tomas grinned, flashing his teeth. "Good call. I have been known to drive a jeep, but it's going to take us a while to get out of the city. I thought we might as well get comfortable."

Why did that sound as if he meant to seduce her along the way? Because she hoped he would, or he because he looked as if he intended to? When she returned his smile, she tried not to look as if Santa Claus had just told her she was about to be given exactly what she wanted for Christmas.

As she settled into her seat and clicked on her seat belt, she tried not to stare at Tomas. It was hard not to. She was used to him looking attractive, but the way he looked today had her full attention. He wore combat gear. A khaki shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealed muscular forearms. Under the shirt he had on a tight white T-shirt. His shoulders were broad, his torso tapering to a narrow waist. In casual clothing his body looked even fitter than she thought i

t would be. Often she had imagined him without the city armor of shirt, tie and suit. It was a lot easier now, with the sleeves rolled up, and the tightly belted combat trousers outlining his narrow hips and revealing strong, muscular thighs through the cotton fabric.

When he caught her staring, she made an innocuous comment about the soft leather seats. They did give the car a feeling of utter luxury, and she noticed that a bottle of champagne stood in the cooler in the built-in bar. The chauffeur was separated off from them by a solid plate glass window, tinted, which made it easy to forget his presence. They were still in city-mode as they moved from its heart to that of the wild. For some reason that put her at ease.

Tomas engaged her in light conversation, at first. "Did you know that you live in the next street to my major competitor?"

Alexa laughed softly. "Luke Carstairs?"

He nodded.

"I had no idea. London is a small place…even though it is a jungle."

He narrowed his eyes at her but he smiled. She was teasing him about his nickname, and she was almost tempted to use it, especially with him looking as if he was about to go big-game hunting.

He didn't pick her up on it. Instead, he continued to chat about work as the car moved through the traffic, dodging vehicles and making time through the city by all manner of devious shortcuts. Alexa tried to catch sight of signposts, wondering where they were headed. When they were outside the urban part of the city, and headed what she thought was south and west, she ventured to ask. "Where are you taking me?"

"The New Forest is beautiful at this time of year," he said, rather obtusely. He was being deliberately mysterious, but she couldn't help loving it because it was all part of the intrigue.

"In fact, now that we're out of the city," he leaned forward and lifted the bottle of champagne from its icy nest, "let's celebrate."