She couldn’t believe she would do it anywhere, follow his orders like this, let alone do it out in the open air. This was nothing like that night in New York. It was impossibly, dirtily real. And yet there was something there that was the same—this passionate hunger and…trust. She didn’t trust him enough to reach for him herself and count on him being there, but she trusted him enough to let him do whatever he wanted to her. Do things to me. The tree bark pressed against her back and butt, through the fragile cloth of her panties. Do a lot of things to me. Shadow and light played over her eyes, through the thick green leaves. Her thighs kept wanting to clench closed, but her knees ran into the tree trunk, keeping her wide open. Only her toes touched the ground, so that she barely had any purchase at all. She could hear Damien approaching, and she closed her eyes. Silence. The brush of warm skin as his hand pressed into the bark beside her body. She opened her eyes to meet the dark intensity of his.
