Midnight Heat by Donna Kauffman

don’t want you to stop, Dane. Not now.”
    His hands paused over the snap to her jeans, and trembled. She reached for the snapherself, willing to rip it out if it would get him inside her faster. Never, never, had she felt this frenzy. And yet, as wild and chaotic as her need for him had become, she was perfectly aware of exactly what they were about to do. And where.
    And it just made it better.
    He closed his hand over hers and completed the task. He pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees, then gazed at her hungrily. “A picnic table laid with a very tempting feast.”
    Adria sucked in her breath and held it there when he dipped his head. He slid his tongue slowly over the heated flesh between her legs. Only when he had her writhing beneath his mouth did he slip his tongue inside her. Over and over again he repeated the sweet torture until she was clutching at his hair as her inner muscles clenched tremulously with her release.
    He kissed his way slowly up her abdomen, stopping at her breasts, which rose and fell sharply under his ministrations as she tried to regain her breath.
    She dimly heard a buckle being undone, and a zipper. His hands felt big and warm when he gripped her hips. He slid his tongue to just beneath her ear. “Do you know I almost came when you did?” he said roughly.
    She locked her legs around him and liftedher hips in response. He was biting her chin when he drove inside her.
    Adria moaned, long and low as he filled her again and again. His breath was coming in short grunts as he lifted away from her and slid her down—jacket and all—to the edge of the table. Hot tears of emotion slid from the corners of her eyes as she watched him hold her and thrust into her. There was a stark beauty in the way his hard body moved so gracefully, so perfectly against hers—into hers.
    She felt him tighten inside her and watched in awe as the sun gilded him when he lifted his face to the sky and climaxed.
    He looked back at her and held her gaze as the aftershocks rippled through him.
    “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, finally giving voice to the words that had echoed in her head almost from the moment he’d entered her.
    He looked down at himself, as if wondering what she possibly saw in him that would make her say that. She opened her mouth to convince him, but when he lifted his head, she forgot what she’d been about to say.
    There was the sexiest smile curving his mouth. She wanted him all over again. And the need went far deeper than the physical.
    “I’m standing here with my pants around my ankles, taking you like a rabid animal on a picnic table. That’s beautiful?”
    “No,” she said. “It’s perfect.” Hell, she was close to shouting with the joy of it. “But I was referring to you. All of you.”
    “All of me? And here I thought you only liked me for my—what did you call it? My tight ass?” The sexy smile turned to a bad-boy grin she’d have never thought him capable of.
    “That’s playing dirty. No man should be allowed to carry a concealed weapon like that.”
    He laughed, the rusty sound the most wondrous thing she’d ever heard. “What, like a label on my zipper saying ‘handle with caution’?”
    She reached up and grabbed his forearms, yanking him off balance until he collapsed down onto her. They were nose to nose when he caught his weight on his hands. “Your ego is almost as big as your—”
    He kissed her soundly, then said, “Are you complaining?”
    She couldn’t recall ever being this happy. “No. But the concealed weapon I was referring to was your smile.”
    Color crept into his cheeks. “And you blush real cute too,” she added.
    Dane gently bit her bottom lip. “Smartmouth,” he said, then sucked her lip.
    Just as Adria was contemplating whether or not he could possibly be ready to make love again so soon, he pulled her into his arms.
    “Hold on,” he ordered. She clamped her legs tightly around him as he lifted her, turned around,