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“Is thatsupposed to be a question?” He asked.

“No.”

Lifting her heavyhair, he used a hand to caress the sensitive nape of her neck. “Howam I doing?”

“What?”She whispered.

“How am I doingwith the brushing? Too rough? Too gentle?”

“Just enough.”She swallowed audibly as he continued to massage her neck.

“Good.”Putting the brush aside, his hands drifted to her neck, where hekneaded the muscles.

“The picnic-”

“We are waitingfor the food, and while we are-”

“Landen-”

“Love?”He had dropped to his knees and turned her to face him as he slidbetween her thighs.

“What are wedoing?” she asked achingly.

“What does itlook like?” He started to unbutton the baby blue shirt she hadborrowed. Unclasping her bra, he cupped her breasts, his eyes flaringas her nipples burgeoned under his caress.

Bending his head, hepulled a nipple inside his mouth, nibbling on the tight bud.

Tessa’s backarched, her fingers digging into his hair as sensation aftersensation rocketed through her body. Parting her thighs with onehand, he eased away the sides of her panties and stroked the swollenflesh.

She splintered, herbody arching towards his fingers. The double onslaught was drivingher to the brink of insanity. The minute he plunged his fingers intothe moist warmth of her, she came violently.

A cry escaped her asshe worked her hips against his fingers. Her body shuddered and wouldhave slid to the floor if he had not caught her. Sitting on thecarpeted floor, he pulled her on top of him while divesting her ofher underwear.

When she sank intohis rigid and swollen shaft, he felt his breath catch inside hischest, and his breathing turned shallow. She had asked him what theywere doing, and he could not respond.

His hands drifted toher waist as he rocked his hips slowly, easing into her, his eyesboring into hers. He watched the naked passion on her exquisite faceand was sure it mirrored his intense longing.

Bending his head, hetook her lips in a kiss that drugged her senses. He wanted her, andthat want had developed into an intense need that filled him up andspilled over. Gentling the kiss, he plunged his tongue inside hermouth, their breaths mingling and driving him close to the brink.

They came together,clinging to each other as the storm washed through their bodies.Ending the kiss, he cradled her head against the chest, willing hisheart to stop pounding. His expression was grim as he tried not tothink of what this meant.

*****

“Why agallery?” He asked lazily.

Much to her surpriseand shock, he had ordered a feast and included everything. “Arewe expecting a storm?”

He had grinned at herand said he had no idea what she would like. “At least we willbe full for the rest of the day.”

“And the nextfew days.” She added dryly.

“That too.”

Now they were at herfavorite spot, an old, abandoned church with wildflowers bloomingaround the springy, lush green grass.

“I love art.”She handed him the thick beef sandwich, loaded with mushrooms, threetypes of cheeses, and crisp baby lettuce and tomatoes.

“I discoveredthat I was fascinated by it as a child. I am also an amateur painterand love capturing scenery like this.” She waved a hand toencompass the area. “So, naturally, I majored in art incollege.”

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