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though the warmth of him was luxurious in rapidly cooling air, it was stifling too.
    “Just a little longer, baby. Just—” His hand trailed down to caress my bare hip. Gently, he manipulated me upward while he slid an embroidered cushion beneath my buttocks. “That’s it.”
    I pressed myself into the cushion and my moans into his shoulder, embarrassed of the little girl sounds. His hips met mine. The ache shot down as it followed the trespass of him and I was tautly, tightly full of his flesh, afraid to move. I doused his neck in the hot breath of relief. “Is…are you…?”
    “Yeah. Mmm.” He rocked very slowly. “Is that okay?”
    “ I think so.” I shifted under him with an experimental roll of the hips. Everything below my clit throbbed dully, and above, as the bud was bumped back and forth…oh. Oh.
    “Look, Danni,” he murmured, tucking my chin against my chest. He rose and I saw…us. Together. “You feel amazing. Do you know that?”
    “ It looks amazing.” He eased back inside me and there it was— eeesh —the sharp ache. “Gabe. I think I might actually be a lesbian.”
    His laugh was warm in my ear, like maple syrup over pancakes. Then he rolled his hips in that yummy way again.
    “I call bullshit on that one.”
    “I—”
    “Shh. Miss Warren. Be quiet and let me fuck you.”
    I did what he asked. I bit his throat as he gained pace from our lazy tempo, the ache falling away with each renewed thrust. Before I knew it, I was bucking up to envelope him before he filled me, and my soft curses were now whimpers of pleasure like the ones I made for Esmé. Even the insides of my thighs were wet.
    “See,” he panted, “I told you; don’t you like it?”
    “I think…think I’m going to…”
    He took my hair in fists and groaned into it, delighted that I was finally open enough for him to let go. And when he did…so did I.
    Somewhere in the middle of him pounding me into the grass, I came in great, heaving shudders that racked my entire body. The orgasm spewed from places untouched before his taking of me and sensations that were new, overpowering. Delicious. He tried to kiss me during the first spasm and I near enough bit his bottom lip off. When I slowed, he broke inside me.
    “Baby, I’m coming…”
    The words were rasped in my ear. I stroked my nails along his back, arched into him; I wasn’t sure what I was meant to do, but my limbs were soaked in the mellow relief of a thick climax and moving was a lot more effort than usual.
    Then we were still; a heap of mashed flesh beneath the shade of the birch tree, quivering and sweating in the swirl of warm and cool.
    Well, we truly sucked at resisting each other. Temptation: one. Gabe and Danni: a sticky, heaving nil.
    “Gabe,” I croaked. “I can’t breathe.”
    “Oh. Sorry, sorry…” He slid to one side.
    I followed, empty and desperate to press up against him.
    “Danni. Thank you.”
    I thumbed the red swell of my bite mark that surrounded his bottom lip, and he winced. “For the boner, or the GBH?”
    He chuckled into my mouth. “All of it, but especially that last part just now.”
    “I’m sorry I bit you. I just, I didn’t realize—”
    “It’s okay. It’ll go down.” He kissed me lazily, his palms molding my breasts. “It was worth every second.”
    “Huh.” I couldn’t help the grin that stretched my face. “Maybe I’m not a lesbian after all.”
    “There’s such thing as being bi, you know.”
    “No shit, Sherlock.”
    “Mind your mouth.”
    “Best mind yours. I’ve already done some damage.” I wound my arms around his shoulders. “I’ve never come like that before, you know.”
    “I’ve got plenty of new things to show you—surfing not included.”
    I hooked a leg over his and pressed myself on his thigh, riding him the same way I did Esmé. The aftershocks were saccharine and punctuated by sighs.
    “What are you doing, you little madam?”
    I smiled up at him through my messy hair.