I would have laughed at his impatient seduction if I didn’t know him better. He had totally lost control of the volatile emotion he kept tightly leashed. Some dark, greedy part of me loved that I could get him this undone. It was exhilarating, a potent aphrodisiac. The part of me that still managed to reason, however, counseled me to be careful. I wasn’t certain if I had a tiger by the tail, or it had me.

Before I could object, he had me pressed into the sun-soaked ground among wildflowers and tall fescue, his large body cradled between my thighs. He pressed impassioned kisses up and down my throat, scraping the thin skin with his teeth in a carnal show of possessiveness. He exhaled harshly. It turned me pliant, amenable. Thoughts of resisting melted away, replaced by disjointed images and sounds strung together like rosary beads…reality bleeding into a dream.

The rustling sound of the oaks. A white butterfly floating drunkenly above us. Chirping from a far-away bird. The too-close buzzing of a bee. His hands stroking, caressing my breasts. The smell of starch on his shirt and that scent––that scent that was distinctly him. He ground his erection against my sex. My hips hitched up to meet him in consensual agreement. Whispers escaped in between kisses and nibbles.

“Need you,” he muttered. “Can’t wait…” His fingers gripped the top of my pantyhose and began pulling, determined in his goal. I reached down and covered his hand.

“We can’t. Not here,” I whispered, then unmercifully licked the sensitive skin below his earlobe.

“Now––” His command was loaded with raw emotion. “Have to be inside of you,” he mumbled. He redoubled his effort and, in his haste, shredded the hose in two. He was breathing hard, the remnants of control snapping visibly. Impatiently, he fumbled with his linen pants. I tried to help but he shoved my hands aside. His erection finally free of the hindering boxers, he shoved the wet tip against my aroused and eager body and pushed against that swollen, tender spot that made me see stars.

“Sebastian, condom,” was all I could get out in sharp fits and starts.

“Shit! I’ll pull out.”

Words of reason and admonishment got caught in my throat. He slid deep inside and filled me with unbelievable pleasure before I had a chance to think twice. A relaxed sigh escaped his lips, the mere act of being joined giving him incomparable relief.

I wrapped my legs around him and held on tightly. He began a bold rhythm, surging out with luscious slowness, then thrusting deep and sure. I could feel him everywhere, as if this beautiful, virile man were made just for me. With every sweeping thrust, the pleasure built. He held me down securely, easily dominating me. I was powerless against such strength. Gladly, I relinquished all control, and the thrill of it pushed me closer to climax.

“Now, Vera. Now!” Jaw clenched tightly, he forced the words out, his face contorting from the effort of it took to hold back his own release. On a powerful thrust, I exploded, my body clenching and releasing in a rolling orgasm that squeezed him tightly. He shouted, a guttural oath following my name, and pulled out of me. The look of unadulterated bliss swept across his face before his head dropped to the curve my neck.

His grip on me didn’t loosen. “Don’t let go,” he whispered. It was almost inaudible. But I heard it nonetheless.

We walked back to the house tucked up against each other, our strides turning lazy and reluctant the closer we got. He plucked a pretty wildflower with five broad petals stained in bright pink. I watched him twirl the stem in between his index finger and thumb with such tender care that I was becoming jealous of it––of a tiny flower. Then I looked up and discovered a playful grin hanging on his face. He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I burst out in laughter.

You make me so happy, I wanted to say but didn’t. He held on firmly as I tried to push away from him. Hauling me securely against his chest, he asked in a low, sexy voice, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Away from you. You’re a terrible influence.” I couldn’t stop giggling, his affection coaxing out of me a reserve of pure joy I didn’t even know I possessed.

“Never,” he whispered seductively. “Never,” he repeated, his expression serious this time. He was so attuned to me that when he noticed my smile slip, he tucked the flower behind my ear and silenced my mind with a kiss that left me breathless.

Suddenly, a loud crack split the sound of trees rustling in the wind.

A second later, I found myself caged on the warm ground by two hundred plus pounds of muscle. At first, my eyes blinked rapidly, in confusion, until my mind registered the wild, irate look on his face. I couldn’t hear anything other than the high-pitched tone ringing in my ears. Then, just as abruptly, sound returned.

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