She made a needy sound, her mouth opening to give him better access, telling him that if he didn’t make love with her, she would lose her sanity. In the conscious part of her brain, she knew she should warn him to run for his life. Run as far from her as he could get, but he was beyond warning—not when his hand was sliding down to her hips, pulling her more tightly against himself. Under the protective canopy of the tree branches, she stepped back far enough to start tearing off her clothing. He did the same, both of them kicking off their shoes, then throwing shirts and pants onto the leaves to make a bed. Gods, he was magnificent, standing naked in the forest, his body all hard muscles and flat planes, his hard-on standing straight up against his body. With a whimpering sound, she came back into his arms, rubbing against him, feeling like her body was going to ignite and set the woods on fire.
