Knight and Day

He groaned into her mouth. “Much as I’d love to,” – his hand covered her breast, warm and massaging – “I can’t get the idea of the Mustang out of my head now.”

Kara lifted her hips, cradling his erection between her legs. “I’m too far down the line, Sailor,” she pleaded. “Don’t make me wait.”

He smiled, rocking himself against her. “It’ll be worth it, I promise,” he whispered, holding her face. “Next time you come you’ll be sitting up on that folded down roof with my head between your legs.”

Kara moaned against him, and he slid a finger into her mouth. “Can you see it, baby?”

She swirled her tongue around his finger, her eyes closed. She could see it, hell, she could feel it, but the fantasy just wasn’t enough. He was driving her slowly out of her mind.

He stroked her hair back from her forehead with his other hand, moving his hips into hers again.

“I’m go

She was so close, moaning on every laboured breath, and he just wouldn’t give her enough. “Please…”

“Beautiful girl,” he said, and when she opened her eyes, his were serious and so full of raw emotion that he took her breath away.

“Get the keys, Sailor. We’re going out right now.”

In the car ten minutes later, Kara’s body still burned hot for him beneath the cut-offs and vest top she’d thrown on over her bikini. He drove the Mustang with the same laid-back confidence he did everything else in his life, and as she watched his ta

She frowned when he turned down a lane and eased the Mustang into a parking space amongst a few other cars.

“I was hoping for somewhere more private,” she said, taken aback, glancing around at the smattering of shops and restaurants.

“You’re going to be hungry by the time I’ve finished with you. Let’s get di

Dylan swung her door open for her, holding his hand out, and she gri

“I sure know you well enough to know how cranky you get when you’re hungry.”

“Not as cranky as I’m going to get if you don’t give me my orgasm soon.”

“I have it right here,” he said, ru

She nodded, barely. She could. He tasted of sex and promises as yet unmet.

He took her hand and steered her into the nearest store, picking up a basket as they went in.

There was something endearingly domestic about shopping with him for their post-orgasmic supper, and it heightened Kara’s anticipation even more. He ran his hand down her back as she placed water into the basket, and she kissed his cheek when he leaned down for potato chips from a rack near the till. She chucked in a few beers next to the warm cheese– and ham-laden pastries he’d added, then a pu

“For you. You’re go

“Big talk,” Kara murmured, adding a half bottle of brandy to the pile of provisions and watching him chat idly with the cashier as she rang their food through, packing it for him even though she hadn’t packed for the customers ahead of them in the queue. He had a way about him that made people do things they wouldn’t normally do. Women, anyway. He did it to her, to pretty much any other woman who crossed his path, and she was pretty sure he didn’t even know he was doing it.

Come to think about it, it wasn’t just women that Dylan Day charmed. Men and babies too, if Lucien and Tilly were any kind of yardstick. Lucien seemed more relaxed in Dylan’s company than she’d ever seen him with another guy before, and Tilly had fallen for him on sight. He seemed to sprinkle his magic wherever he went, and Kara just wanted to stay close and mesmerised.

Plus she wanted that damn orgasm from him a hell of lot more than she wanted chocolate or strawberries or beer. She wanted it more than she wanted pretty much anything else, and then she knew full well that as soon as she’d had it she’d want another. Greedy as she might be, she wasn’t pla

The sun was starting to set as Dylan killed the engine on the Mustang, this time somewhere without any other cars in sight.

“This better?” He turned to Kara, who was looking out over the beautiful scene laid before her. They’d wound their way through a pine forest to a tiny, deserted beach. Dylan had parked the car on the fringes of the sand, and right in front of them the huge sun tracked low in the sky, casting long, peachy bands of shadow across the sea towards them.

“Better than that. It’s perfect.”

“I thought you’d like it.” There was the tiniest suggestion of smugness in his voice.

Kara slanted her eyes at him, her eyebrows raised.

“You think you know me pretty well, huh?”

“I’m enjoying getting to know you better every day, English,” Dylan said softly. With a slight change of tone, he added, “So, shall we walk for a while?”

“Or I could just climb into the back?” Kara was finding it hard to think about anything else right now.

“You could. There’s something I want to do first though.” He got out, coming around to open her door.

Kara gave in gracefully, swinging herself out of the car. “This better be good.”

Dylan took her hand and led her towards the trees. “We need to gather firewood.”

“Firewood?”

He nodded. “I’m go

“Are we playing Scouts and stuff?”’ Kara said. “’Cause I have to tell you here and now, I was thrown out of the Girl Guides.”

Dylan laughed, bending to gather sticks. “Why does that not surprise me?”

“Fraternising with the Scouts was frowned on, apparently.”

Dylan whistled low. “You’ve got me almost wishing I’d joined the Scouts, back then.”

“So why didn’t you?”

He sighed, and Kara felt his melancholy despite the fact that he wasn’t looking her way. “I guess we just weren’t a Scouting kind of family.”

She gri

“Thank God for that. You don’t learn to kiss the way you do by being a good boy.”

She stood on tiptoe to meet his mouth, his arms full of wood.

“Time to go back to the car yet?” she murmured when he let her up for air a few minutes later.

He placed the logs in her arms. “Soon. Go dump this on the beach. I’ll be there in a sec.”

Kara frowned, resigned. “You’re not expecting me to sing Kum Ba Yah or anything, are you?”

“Sing what? No.” He dropped his voice. “I’m expecting you to let me make you come by firelight.”

She was suddenly hot all over and completely on board with the fire idea. The Mustang plan had been a great one, but sex by firelight was compelling enough for her to set it aside, for the moment at least.

“Okay. So, go gather wood, Sailor. Quickly.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

When Dylan strolled out of the treeline five minutes later, it was all he could do not to drop all the wood he’d gathered.

Kara was naked. Stark naked, standing waiting for him with her hands on her hips, her hair falling in waves around her shoulders. The setting sun dappled her skin, turning her ethereal.