Page 52 of Tempt My Heart

"You weren't exactly quiet," he said and she could feel his smirk against the back of her head.

"Yep, well, I have you to thank for that,"

He chuckled. "True. Although, it's funny really."

"What is?"

He leaned down to speak close to her ear. "You saying you couldn't go back there... because I'm pretty sure the fact that we were in public turned you on almost as much as me."

Her breath caught a little as he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. "You're wrong."

"Do you want to bet?" he said and the dark seduction in his voice made it clear that this could be a dangerous game indeed. "Because I think I could fuck you right here and you would cream for me in minutes."

Her nipples tightened beneath the blanket and she shifted on her feet. "That's ridiculous."

A cool hand slid beneath the blanket from behind and curled around her front, hugging her waist innocently. "Oh? Is it?"

His hand slid past the drawstring on her sweatpants and closed over her pussy, pressing his fingers against her before withdrawing to show her the way they glistened in the light.

"If it's so ridiculous," he said between kisses to her throat, "then why are you dripping for me right now?"

"Coincidence," she said breathily when his hand closed over her breast and began squeezing before dipping lower again. Her legs moved slightly further apart as the pad of his index finger stroked her clit.

"I don't believe you," he said and then spun her around, his mouth devouring hers as he backed her against the railing. "Shall I fuck you right here? Or would you prefer my mouth?"

"Christopher," she said, unsure if it was a plea or admonishment as he kept the blanket around her shoulders but tugged her sweats down. “Did Denver set up the new security system?”

He pressed a kiss to her neck. “Yes. You’re safe here, I promise.” She nodded and finally let herself relax. "Put your hands on the railing, Ali," he said as he spun her around to look out at the trees once more. He ripped the blanket away and she shivered in the air before his warmth pressed against her, and he pushed a hand against the center of her back to bend her forward.

"Are you ready for me?" He nudged at her wetness and they both gasped. Maybe she couldn't admit it to him, but there was something sexy about him taking her here, or wherever he wanted. To be in public and yet alone…

He filled her in one long thrust and her cry echoed into the trees as his hips pumped rhythmically, hitting exactly the right angle to make her back arch and her hips rock into his.

“Do you want to admit to me that this turns you on?” he said when she cried out for him again.

“No,” she said stubbornly, just to see what he would do.

“I think I can torture it out of you,” he said and she could hear the smirk in his voice when he pulled almost all the way out of her and dropped the blankets from around their shoulders. He thrust into her in one hard stroke, baring her to the air as he stopped again before repeating the motion until she wanted to cry in frustration.

“How about now?” he said as he switched to quick, shallow thrusts and his breath left him in a gasp as he started to lose control. “On second thought, maybe it doesn’t matter.”

She groaned her agreement and pressed herself back against him as they moved frantically, need and pleasure driving them into a fever pitch until they were spent.

“No, but seriously,” he said a moment later, trying to catch his breath. “Do you need another dress?”

She laughed, slightly winded as he pulled the blanket back over them. “Actually, yes. But you don’t need to get me another one.”

“It would honestly be my greatest pleasure to spoil you,” he mumbled as he kissed her cheek and she grinned.

“Really?” she teased. “I can think of plenty of other ways to bring you great pleasure.”

He chuckled and they stayed out in the cool air until their noses were like ice and her phone buzzed with an incoming call. Freya.

She winced, already imagining what her friends’ reactions were going to be to what they’d planned to do next.

“What’s the plan for the wedding?” she asked when she had her breath back and Christopher raised an eyebrow as he re-wrapped her up in the blanket.

“Could you be more specific?”

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