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the left. Kneading, sucking, licking, and making her want to scream in frustration.
    She wiggled, and she felt a slick wetness cover his stomach.
    Carter released her breast and partially sat. The movement pushed her back from his stomach to his lap. With one arm, he lifted her enough so her sex met the tip of his cock. She wrapped her legs behind him, and their bodies made a V shape on the thick blanket. One arm behind him supporting their weight, and one arm clamped against her back.
    “We’re going to do this slowly.” His hungry tone wrapped her in a sexy embrace.
    Her voice stuttered its way through her throat. “H-how slowly?”
    He allowed the hard tip of his cock to slip inside her sex, and the answer to her question came with an exquisite burst of pleasure. Slow meant filling her one inch at a time. The muscles of his arm strained against her back, and he lowered her down another inch. Now sitting face to face, their gazes locked, Samantha gave him full control of their joining. She gripped his shoulders and dug her fingers into his tight muscles.
    Her wet folds adjusted to his width and clung to him as if to beg for more. Her entire body screamed for more, but she didn’t push him, didn’t argue, didn’t dare breathe too hard, afraid she’d break the amazing spell they’d created around them. The hot breeze touched her skin, and her perspiration reveled in the quick comfort.
    So hot, he pushed her body into flames, and yet they barely moved.
    Finally, he allowed her body to slide down the remaining length of him. A throaty moan burst forth, and her center greeted him with an onslaught of wetness. She draped her head back and felt the tips of her long hair brush the spot above her waist.
    Carter gave the same careful attention to the next stroke. Up and down, hard and slick. He paused and placed a lick and a kiss between her breasts. The pressure built from her toes to the ends of her fingertips. His arm forced their sweat-soaked bodies closer together, and he increased the speed but only a fraction more.
    The throaty moans transformed to growls.
    “How close, Sammie. Tell me how close?”
    “So eff-ing close. Oh, yes!” She pulled and tugged on his shoulders as the orgasm ripped from her center and spread through her body. Every muscle convulsed, every fiber convulsed. Her body fell limp as he double-timed his speed to his own orgasm.
    A growl to match hers fell from between his parted lips, and their bodies stilled. For a moment, neither made a sound. She wanted to talk, but the words stayed dormant as if they knew vocal sounds could ruin the moment.
    Carter rolled her to the blanket flat on her back, and he took a position on his side. His face leaned in close against the side of her head, and he placed a hand on her stomach.
    Their breathing fell into an equally even rhythm.
    Carter used his thumb to draw a circle around her navel. “Do you want to go back?”
    Never . What if she only had this one night? Apprehension pushed her happiness aside as she worried about what tomorrow would bring. “Not really. Do you?”
    “No. I want to roll up in this blanket with you and kiss your forehead and forget about land descriptions and paperwork.”
    “You are full of good lines tonight.” She turned her head and brushed her lips against his. “No promises, though. Right?”
    “Right. Although, there is a promise I can make.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    “In about three minutes I’m going to have you screaming my name.”
    Samantha turned her body to his and reached down to grab him. She stroked. “Let’s make that one minute.”

 
     
     
Chapter Six
     
     
    “What are we going to do about the meeting this morning?” Samantha stopped him at the tree line and gestured at the lodge. They’d spent the remainder of the evening wrapped in the blanket and had slept in the beautiful wild forest.
    He tucked his arms around her waist. “What if we just don’t go to the meeting?”
    “Then the land dispute