I have died and gone to heaven.Sadie sat up and stripped off Alec’s tunic. “I’d better put this aside then. Wouldn’t want strawberry stains all over it.”

“Lie back,” Alec ordered with a gently nudging kiss. “I mean t’feast upon ye,” he whispered with such a seductive tone that Sadie nearly came without him even touching her.

Slowly, never taking his gaze away from hers, he carefully selected several of the largest berries, bit off their broad ends, then lined them along the middle of her torso after sliding each deliciously slick fruit in a teasing trail across her skin.

Sadie shuddered as Alec circled one of her nipples with the cool wetness of a berry, then widened the arc of his painting with the juices until both her breasts shimmered pink with berry stains. She shuddered, sending several of the berries rolling off her stomach.

“Lie still,” he ordered, replacing the escaped berries to their stations, then taking up the can of whipped cream. “I shall be verra cross if ye upset my meal.”

“I would never want to upset your meal.” Sadie fisted the blanket on either side of her, willing herself to remain still as Alec finished setting his “table.”

He topped each of her nipples with a peak of the whipped cream, then ran a swirling trail of the teasing coolness down to her stomach, zigging in and out around the berries he’d so carefully arranged on her body. He rolled back on his heels, admiring his handiwork as he held the nozzle of the can poised just above her mons.

Sadie caught her bottom lip between her teeth and swallowed hard as Alec pushed her legs farther apart. “I’m not going to be able to hold still if you do that,” she breathed out in short gasps.

“Aye, ye will hold,” Alec rumbled as he tickled his fingertips across her slit, teasing her opening until she thought she’d surely die. “I’m nearly done preparing m’feast. Ye’ll hold still until I begin to dine and then ye can move all ye wish.”

Sadie clenched the blanket tighter in her fists and jerked down her chin in a stiff nod.I am going to die, but damn, what a way to go.

Alec took the largest strawberry of them all and lodged it into her folds, just far enough so that she was more than acutely aware of the large berry’s nubby surface. The coolness of the fruit created a deliciously wicked sensation of fullness. He filled her slit with ever-widening rings of squirted whipped topping, arcing the lines of sputtering sweetness up around her clit, then down past her opening to squirt one last slippery stream between the cheeks of her ass, bringing her dangerously close to a berry-shooting orgasm. “Nay,” Alec warned as he tossed the can aside. “Lie still.”

“You’re killing me.” Sadie eased out a shuddering breath, doing her best to control the building orgasm.

Alec crouched above her, hands planted on either side of her shoulders as he came within a hair’s breadth of her mouth and whispered, “The French call it ‘the little death.’ I call it ‘the great fire.’ ”

“Then burn me up,” Sadie begged, digging her fingers into his shoulders and pushing him lower while still taking care not to upset his “dessert.”

“As ye wish.” In long, slow licks and nibbles that risked crashing her headlong into orgasm central, Alec ate his way down to thepièce de résistancebetween her legs.

“Oh. My. God.” Sadie bent her knees, digging her heels into the blankets as Alec slowly licked and sucked the cream off her clit, then trailed his tongue through the melting sweetness dripping down between her ass cheeks.

“And now for the fruit nestled in pure sweet heaven.” Alec pulled her legs up over his shoulders. He slid one finger deep inside her, holding the berry tight in place within her folds while he ate it in slow, sucking bites.

Sadie bucked, arching her back as the body-slamming orgasm refused to be held back any longer. A scream escaped her as Alec shoved his fingers deeper and moved his mouth to her clit, sucking hard and fast to match the rhythm of his plunging fingers.

Wave after wave of nerve-shocking bliss rocked her, but she needed more. She needed Alec pounding hard inside her. “Take me now,” she begged. “Take me now.”

In one fluid motion, Alec ripped open a condom packet, smoothed it down his cock, and shoved balls deep inside her. “Now for true dessert,” he growled as he hammered hard and fast.

Sadie met him thrust for thrust. The heated scent of strawberry and vanilla filled the air, the fruity stickiness of their bodies sliding together then pulling apart only increasing the strength of the volatile orgasm rebuilding to even greater heights than before.

And then she came again. Harder than she’d ever thought possible—exploding with body-melding bliss. She screamed from the intensity—a scream long and loud enough that the world around her seemed to shake with every gasping breath.

The entire population of Brady, North Carolina, must’ve surely stopped whatever they were doing, looked toward the mountain behind the theme park, and asked, “What the hell was that?”

Chapter 10

If not for Dwyn sitting in the backseat of the Jeep, Alec would’ve already pulled Sadie into his lap and revisited some of yesterday’s delights. Her beguiling scent filled the vehicle, hardening him instantly and making him thankful he’d not donned his kilt today.Lore a’mighty, if I’d worn m’plaid, my cock would’ve tented the MacDara colors up past the steering wheel.

“Did Miss Lydia serve ye strawberries for breakfast?” Dwyn asked as they bounced along the roughly graveled network of employees-only roads running behind all the features of the park. “I distinctly smell strawberries and I dinna remember seein’ them on the table when I had my coffee. I love strawberries. I canna believe I missed them.”

Sadie shot a wide-eyed glance at Alec, then exploded into a fit of coughing.

“Are ye all right, lass?” Dwyn leaned up between the front seats, peering at Sadie with concern. “What on earth choked ye?”

“I’m fine,” she gasped with another quick look over at Alec. “Caught something in my throat, I guess.” Her eyes flared open even wider and another attack of choking coughs seized her.

Alec held his breath and forced himself to keep his eyes on the road, shifting uncomfortably to ease the denim stranglehold on his crotch.Aye, sweetling. Something caught in yer throat all right.