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shrugged. “Not sure yet.”
    She stumbled over something and grabbed onto Sergius from behind. “Shit. Sorry. I’m all left feet today.”
    As far as Serg was concerned she could be the clumsiest person alive if it meant she touched him every so often. A zing raced through his body each time she made contact.
    “Want to rest again?”
    “Sure. I could use a drink.” She sat on the nearest log and grabbed for the pack on her back. “Aren’t you thirsty? Here.” She held out the water bottle after taking a swig.
    Serg wrapped his palm around the clear plastic, eagerly accepting the opportunity to graze fingers and then set his mouth on the spot where she’d had hers. Maybe he’d glean a hint at how she tasted.
    “How much farther do you think?”
    “About a mile, I’m guessing.” Not enough time as far as he was concerned.
    By noon, he’d have his little mate safely back in town. And then what?
    He gazed at her profile while she stared off into the distance. Smudged with dirt, no makeup, tendrils of her red hair blowing haphazardly in the breeze, she’d never look better than this.
    Sure, she might clean up and knock him off his socks later, but he’d always remember her as she was right now, at one with nature.
    He’d give anything to pull that band from around her hair and let the long locks cascade over her shoulders. By his estimation, her hair would reach past the pert nipples of her breasts.
    As if on cue, Juliana unzipped her jacket and peeled it from her arms to tie it around her waist. In a simple, pale pink, tight-fitting shirt, nothing was left to his imagination. As she reached behind her to adjust the jacket, her shoulder blades pulled back and her chest rose.
    Serg held his breath. Her breasts were small and firm, as expected on someone as fit as she was. And God help him, her nipples pebbled beneath the minute layer of material, poking out toward him, begging to be suckled deep into his mouth.
    He had to turn his head before he did something incredibly stupid, like drool…
    Adjusted to her satisfaction, she stood. “Think I’m ready to get going again. Day’s getting warmer.”
    “That it is.” That’s an understatement .
    “Want me to carry your backpack?” What sort of ass had he been, hiking along empty handed while she carried her own stuff? His momma wouldn’t be proud of him right now.
    “I’m fine, but thanks. It’s not heavy.”
    “Yeah, well, I like to think I’m a better gentleman than that.” He clambered behind her, grabbed the straps with both hands and eased it over her slender shoulders and down her bare arms.
    He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from leaning forward and nibbling all that exposed flesh. Pale skin, covered with a light coating of freckles, taunted him from inches away while he adjusted her pack on himself, tugging on the side straps to accommodate his much larger torso.
    “Do you have sunscreen in here somewhere? Your skin is going to burn even with the clouds.” He could see she always took precautions—otherwise her skin wouldn’t appear so pure and creamy.
    “Oh, right. I do.” She reached into the pocket of her hiking pants and pulled out a small tube of ointment. “Would you mind applying some to my back?” She peered at him over her shoulder, dangling the little bottle of sunscreen in her fingers.
    That alone nearly made him groan out loud, but the evil little vixen was blinking her eyes at him all coy-like with her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth again.
    Oh, baby, you don’t know who you’re messin’ with . He would not forget to punish her sweet little ass later for being such a tease.
    She didn’t know it, but from his viewpoint she was begging him to take her, make her scream his name while he made her come over and over again. Or maybe he’d hold her on the edge. Fondle her clit to distraction. Master her deep inside, dragging his fingers slowly over her G-spot. Strap her arms to the head of his bed and