A large oak tree sprawled over the path ahead and Jake pulled her under its branches. Speckled moonlight filtered through the branches, adding a magical mood. He leaned against the tree and drew her into his arms. She looked up, waiting, wanting. Kiss me. Touch me. He smelled so good, so male. He studied her, then lowered his head.

She stretched to meet his mouth, sucking in his lower lip. He tasted of strawberries. His moan vibrated through her, stirring odd sensations deep within that awakened her senses. She rose on her toes for more, winding a hand around his neck, stroking the breadth of his shoulders.

He nibbled at her lips, his tongue trailed from corner to corner. His hands slid under her shawl and caressed her back, setting her skin on fire. "Your skin is even softer than the silk," he said.

She loosened the shawl and let it drop, wanting no barriers between them.

"You'll get cold," he warned.

"Not unless you stop."

His thumb worked around her side, brushing against her breast, tracing circles in the flesh there. She turned into his hand, her nipple seeking attention. He was taking it slow, gently toying with her needs, and she wanted fast and hard. She leaned into him when his palm cupped her breast, a mewl escaping her lips. She arched her back, rolled her hips against his erection.

"Tell me," he urged. He planted quick kisses at the corner of her eye and across her cheek. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," she whispered against his neck. She traced the cords there with her tongue.

Jake's hand slipped under her camisole, stroking her stomach on his way higher. "You want this?"

"Yes," she gasped as his fingers slid inside her lacy strapless bra. Heat flashed through her, her desire growing, burning her to the core. Her leg wrapped around his.

He lifted her shirt and tugged at her bra, freeing her breasts to the mercy of his tongue. It flicked her nipple before his lips sucked her deep into his mouth.

She moaned, biting her lip to try to be quiet. "Oh, God, that's good."

"Yes, it is.