Cassidy’s breaths came harder and faster as she clutched at his arms and shoulders. She stared at the sky, wondering how it could be so calm and lazy when her world was spinning out of control. “This is wrong,” she insisted. “No, it’s very, very right.” Her hips pumped, eager now for the thick penetration he was giving her, deep and hard. Her clit was so sensitive she could barely stand the brush of the pad of his thumb, yet he kept returning, rubbing and pressing until her thighs were taut and burning. “Come here, little trespasser.” His muscles were as strong as they were sexy. When he lifted her and draped her thighs over his shoulders, she realized how gentle he’d been with her. A shiver of fear ran up her spine, making her shoulders dig into the prickly grass. The blades tugged at her hair, capturing her and emphasizing her exposure and helplessness.
