She bit her bottom lip. My eyes focused on it. It had been a long time since I felt her body, put her taste on my tongue. The last time I kissed her only intensified my hunger. I couldn't stop myself. I pulled her closer. I heard her sharp intake of breath as I wrapped my arm around her small waist and drew her against my body. "I'm hungry, Kara," I said roughly. She swallowed. Her eyes had turned glassy as they dropped to my lips. "Can I?" I murmured. Her gaze lifted to mine. "Yes." I sucked my bottom lip in my mouth as I watched the play of emotions on her face. I was anticipating the things I could do to her, the pleasure I could give her. The last time I had her on top of me didn't go well. I was too hungry for her, almost desperate to be inside her, to feel her tight walls squeezing me, and I had let that desire control me and had forgotten that she hadn't done it before. I wouldn't make the same mistake twice. It was all about her now. And damn if it didn't make me feel like a damned caveman that she'd let me be the first to touch her. I knew this maze like the back of my hand. Behind her was a small secret passage. It was a small narrow space, a cocoon surrounded by high and dense shrubs and trees. It would be warmer. There was a bench there where I could lay her down and kiss her until she was writhing in pleasure. And until I've had my fill. I had a feeling that day wouldn't come any time soon. Maybe not ever. I placed my hands below her ass, squeezing, wanting my fingers to go higher, find and play with her wet heat, but I'd wait until she was ready. I tightened my grip on the back of her thighs and hitched her up. Her long legs wrapped around my waist as I walked us in the passage. She placed her chin on my shoulder, hiding her face from me. Was she embarrassed? The dress she had on rode high on her hips. Damn I loved it when she wore a dress or a skirt. It was easy access and made me imagine what she'd do, what her alluring face would look like when I touch her where no one had touched her before. "Just a kiss," she said in a soft breath. I sprawled on the bench and groaned as she sat on top of me. I could feel her heat, wanted it on my lips, on my tongue. I licked my bottom lip. "Just a kiss," I promised. My hands banded on her hips, lifting the dress more so I could look at the piece of lace that was covering what's between her legs. My hands shook. It was white lace. Damn, damn, damn. She couldn't have known what it would do to me. "Kara?" I murmured in her ear. "Hmm?" "Where do you want me to kiss you?" She let out a soft little moan when I lifted my hips up against her. "Cam," she rasped. "What are you doing to me?" "Nothing yet." I kissed her neck, rubbing my lips on her skin, just lightly, faintly, so that she could barely feel it. "Soon." My breath hitched against her skin when she grinded her hips against me. F uck. "Shall I kiss you here?" My fingers stroked the long line of her throat, dragging it down between her breasts. She closed her eyes, but her lips parted slightly. "Or here?" I slid my finger down her stomach, stopping just below her navel. Her eyes flew open. "Just a kiss, Kara," I murmured. "Anywhere you like." Her legs tightened against my waist. A sign that she was aroused. There was no question that she could feel mine. It was straining against my jeans. Soon it would start to feel more than uncomfortable. But right now, the pain felt good. "Wait," she huffed. She wrapped her hands around my shoulders and buried her face in my neck. She was breathing hard. "Damn, Cameron. I can't handle you." "Yes," I said. "You can." "I'm feeling all hot and bothered. I don't think—" "Lips then." Before she could change her mind, I plunged my fingers in her hair, securing the back of her head as I brought her mouth down to mine. She tasted like a woman. My woman. She tasted like a peach. Soft, juicy, sweet. I lapped at her bottom lip slowly, making a sucking sound as I drew it between my lips, biting it lightly, licking at it. She let out a soft breath, her lips parting for me. I pushed my tongue inside her mouth, discovering her tastes, seeking more of her as I played with her tongue. She was hesitant at first, shy, and I had no idea why the hell that turned me on more than I was already. I let out a moan. She made a little noise at the back of her throat. She tangled her fingers in my hair as she licked at my mouth, sucked on my tongue just the way I did with hers, and then I lost it. So f ucking good. Calm down. I forced myself to slow down, concentrating on her needs and not my own. If it were up to me, her dress would be ripped into shreds by now. And her legs would be on my shoulders. My hands stroked her neck, her shoulders, then paused just below her collarbone. Slowly so as not to spook her, I used my thumbs to stroke the delicious small swells of her breasts. When she moaned, I devoured her, slanting my mouth against hers, swirling my tongue inside her mouth again and again. She tasted like a ripe fruit, ready to be eaten. My thumbs moved down and caught her nipples against the fabric, rubbing, pinching them with my fingers. I wanted to suck on them. She yanked her mouth from mine. "Cam!" We were both breathing hard, but she didn't pull away. Instead she rested her head on my shoulder. My sweet, sweet woman. "I'll stop if that's what you want," I said, my voice thick with desire for her. "I think so," she breathed. "Let's stop for now. I... I've never done this before. It's... I don't..." I placed a small kiss on her shoulder and smiled on her skin, letting out long breath. If this made her speechless, we should definitely do it more. "Did you enjoy it?" I murmured. She nodded. "Kara?" "Yes?"