occasionally lifting her nose to lick his chin.
Amy stopped in front of the kiddie pool filled with plastic balls. Foxtrot glanced back at them as if asking for permission.
“Dive in,” Amy said as she turned and took Rosie from his arms. Her hands brushed his chest. The casual touch felt intimate after last night. He’d caressed every inch of her body, learning the places that sparked her desire.
“Sorry, girl,” Amy said. “But you can’t spend all day in his arms.”
But you could. His jaw tightened as Amy bent over and set the reluctant pup in the pool alongside her brothers and sisters. He resisted the urge to wrap his hands around her waist and press up against her. He couldn’t. Not out here in the open. But in the veterinary exam room?
His cock stirred, picturing the way she’d looked yesterday, her hands flat on the metal table. He’d told himself last night was enough. But seeing her smiling, devouring cookies with her coffee, had left him wanting more, another night to make love to her and fall asleep holding her close.
“We could let them explore. They won’t drown without water in the pool.” He moved behind her, his hands giving in to the urge to grab her hips, allowing her to feel how she turned him on.
She leaned her head back against his shoulder. “Can you hold that thought until the end of the morning training session?”
“How long do you plan to keep them out here?” He nipped at her earlobe, needing a taste. “Might get a little uncomfortable.”
“Hmm,” she murmured, rocking her backside against him. Releasing her right hip, he ran his hand over her jeans, down between her legs, pressing the heal of his hand against the place he’d licked and sucked last night.
“If we wait too long, I might strip you down out here.”
“I’m not that wild,” she said, stealing glances at the puppies, who were actively exploring the obstacle course.
“Yes, Amy. You are. You’re wild and fun.” She turned in his arms, mirroring his movements as she wrapped one hand around his hard length through his pants. Mark closed his eyes.
“And I want to play,” he added, his voice a low growl of need.
“A game?”
He opened his eyes, his lips forming a wicked smile. “I’m going to count to ten, and then I’m going to find you. And when I do...”
Amy laughed, breaking free from his arms. “You’d better start counting. And no peeking!”
Mark obeyed, ticking off the numbers as he listened for movement. He had years of search-and-rescue training. He could find one woman when the prize was a helluva lot more exciting.
“Ten,” he called, opening his eyes and scanning the fenced-in area. “Ready or not, here I come.”
He swore he heard the words oh, I’m ready, coming from the far left corner of the obstacle course. The tunnel. Mark jogged over, peered inside and found Amy.
He extended his hand to draw her out. “Wasn’t much of a challenge.”
“Hmm, maybe not.” Her hands moved over his chest as she stepped into his embrace. “But I wanted to get to the ‘here I come’ part.”
“Oh, yeah?” Mark wrapped his hands around her hips. “As the winner, I deserve a reward.”
Her blue eyes flashed with sensual promise. “What did you have in mind?”
“I want your shirt.” He stepped away, placing his hands on his hips, waiting for her to strip it off.
She slowly raised the fabric inch by inch, revealing her smooth stomach, the edge of her lace bra. Drawing the T-shirt over her head, she tossed it aside. A second later, Mark had her in his arms, his hand running over the lace, touching and teasing her breasts. His lips found hers, kissing her deeply.
“Amy?”
He felt her tense at the sound of Luke’s voice and broke away. Stumbling back, her eyes wide, she looked past him. The door leading to the kennel slammed.
“Maybe they didn’t see,” she said, confirming that both Benton brothers were headed their way.
“Amy.” His voice remained calm despite the waves of guilt crashing down on him, one after another. She was topless in a field because of him, dammit. “We’re not that far from the door.”