Killarney where she used to visit a maiden aunt during the summer.”
“Well, that sure ain't the Boyne,” Bronwyn grumbled. “Creeks around here don't get much muddier than the Kinchafoonee.”
He shrugged. “Aye, but it has a certain charm, don't you think?”
“About as much charm as any, I guess.” She looked at him. “What now, Cullen?”
Sean smiled softly. “Are we on a schedule?”
She took a quick breath. “I've got a blanket in the trunk,” she said and reached for the keys.
He snaked out a hand, gripping her wrist harder than he intended. “And why would you have a damned blanket in your trunk?”
She grinned. “On the off chance you decided one night to bring me out here to neck. Have I ever used it before?” She shook her head.
He swept his gaze over her face, then snorted at her hoot of laughter. She snatched the keys from the ignition and got out of the car.
“You're going to be the death of me,” he complained as he joined her at the back of the car.
She pulled out a red and blue plaid blanket from the trunk. “Aye, I might kill you with love, Cullen.” She headed for a fairly flat piece of ground.
“Watch out for snakes.”
Bronwyn stilled, her eyes going wide. “S...snakes?”
He grinned and made a hissing sound.
“Don't do that!”
Sean laughed, grabbed her up, and swung her around. He stopped with her held above him, her hips imprisoned in his strong grasp. “Would I let some slimy, slithering reptile near my lady?”
“I don't like snakes,” she said, twisting in his grip to look around them.
“I don't, either,” he said, sobering. “I loathe the sneaky things.” He set her down. “They're about the only thing I'm afraid of.”
Bronwyn looked out over the water. “There might be cottonmouths out there.”
The creek was swollen from recent rains and the waters were running faster than normal. Driftwood bobbed on the muddy surface.
“There aren't any in the car,” he reminded her.
She tossed the blanket at him. “Then let's see if the backseat is as comfortable as it looks!”
He made a grab for her, but she dodged him and ran laughing to the car. He dove into the car after her, sliding his body over hers, pushing her down into the softness of the seat. Almost instantly, the laughter left both their faces.
Sean was stretched out over her, his feet outside the door. He was braced above her, his arms to either side of her shoulders as he stared at her. She was so soft beneath him, her shapely hips and silken limbs hidden by the folds of her full skirt. He wanted to drag up her skirt and touch the satin smoothness of her leg and to run his fingers over the arch of her hipbone.
He looked at her parted lips, the gleam of her teeth very white against the dark pink lipstick. He saw a vein throb wildly at the base of her throat and felt her erratic breath as she struggled to breathe with his weight pushing down on her. He shifted his body so he wasn't lying completely atop her, but at her groan and the instant restriction of her arms as she enwrapped him, pulling him down to her once again, he lost all thought to her comfort and lowered his mouth to hers.
* * * *
To Bronwyn, the weight of him was sheer bliss; she reveled in the solid feel of him. She felt the insistent hardness between his legs stabbing against her thigh. It throbbed in rhythm to the vein pulsing in his throat and she had to tear her eyes from that suggestive sight. She swallowed hard, her eyes locked with his.
Sean's kiss was unlike any other he'd ever given her. His lips were hard as they slanted brutally across her own, his tongue determined as it slipped past her teeth and delved deeply into the warm recesses of her mouth. He tasted of butterscotch candy, and his breath was sweet in her nostrils. When he flicked his tongue over her upper teeth, she shuddered and tightened her hold on him. He groaned deep in his throat and thrust his tongue deeper still.
Aching with a need she could not
“Well, that sure ain't the Boyne,” Bronwyn grumbled. “Creeks around here don't get much muddier than the Kinchafoonee.”
He shrugged. “Aye, but it has a certain charm, don't you think?”
“About as much charm as any, I guess.” She looked at him. “What now, Cullen?”
Sean smiled softly. “Are we on a schedule?”
She took a quick breath. “I've got a blanket in the trunk,” she said and reached for the keys.
He snaked out a hand, gripping her wrist harder than he intended. “And why would you have a damned blanket in your trunk?”
She grinned. “On the off chance you decided one night to bring me out here to neck. Have I ever used it before?” She shook her head.
He swept his gaze over her face, then snorted at her hoot of laughter. She snatched the keys from the ignition and got out of the car.
“You're going to be the death of me,” he complained as he joined her at the back of the car.
She pulled out a red and blue plaid blanket from the trunk. “Aye, I might kill you with love, Cullen.” She headed for a fairly flat piece of ground.
“Watch out for snakes.”
Bronwyn stilled, her eyes going wide. “S...snakes?”
He grinned and made a hissing sound.
“Don't do that!”
Sean laughed, grabbed her up, and swung her around. He stopped with her held above him, her hips imprisoned in his strong grasp. “Would I let some slimy, slithering reptile near my lady?”
“I don't like snakes,” she said, twisting in his grip to look around them.
“I don't, either,” he said, sobering. “I loathe the sneaky things.” He set her down. “They're about the only thing I'm afraid of.”
Bronwyn looked out over the water. “There might be cottonmouths out there.”
The creek was swollen from recent rains and the waters were running faster than normal. Driftwood bobbed on the muddy surface.
“There aren't any in the car,” he reminded her.
She tossed the blanket at him. “Then let's see if the backseat is as comfortable as it looks!”
He made a grab for her, but she dodged him and ran laughing to the car. He dove into the car after her, sliding his body over hers, pushing her down into the softness of the seat. Almost instantly, the laughter left both their faces.
Sean was stretched out over her, his feet outside the door. He was braced above her, his arms to either side of her shoulders as he stared at her. She was so soft beneath him, her shapely hips and silken limbs hidden by the folds of her full skirt. He wanted to drag up her skirt and touch the satin smoothness of her leg and to run his fingers over the arch of her hipbone.
He looked at her parted lips, the gleam of her teeth very white against the dark pink lipstick. He saw a vein throb wildly at the base of her throat and felt her erratic breath as she struggled to breathe with his weight pushing down on her. He shifted his body so he wasn't lying completely atop her, but at her groan and the instant restriction of her arms as she enwrapped him, pulling him down to her once again, he lost all thought to her comfort and lowered his mouth to hers.
* * * *
To Bronwyn, the weight of him was sheer bliss; she reveled in the solid feel of him. She felt the insistent hardness between his legs stabbing against her thigh. It throbbed in rhythm to the vein pulsing in his throat and she had to tear her eyes from that suggestive sight. She swallowed hard, her eyes locked with his.
Sean's kiss was unlike any other he'd ever given her. His lips were hard as they slanted brutally across her own, his tongue determined as it slipped past her teeth and delved deeply into the warm recesses of her mouth. He tasted of butterscotch candy, and his breath was sweet in her nostrils. When he flicked his tongue over her upper teeth, she shuddered and tightened her hold on him. He groaned deep in his throat and thrust his tongue deeper still.
Aching with a need she could not
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