Rubbing her nipples, she dipped her head forward and bit her lip as tightness built inside her. She wasn’t going to be able to maintain the position very long without pitching forward onto him, but while she was still upright, she was going to enjoy it. When he sucked her clit, she did both, groaning with ecstasy and dropping her hands down onto the sleeping bag on either side of him, needing something to hold on to, to ground her.

He started moving his finger in and out, sliding her own slickness all along between her cheeks, back and forth, the sensation erotic and exciting. Then his finger slipped inside her again, but with a whole different destination. Imogen sucked in a breath and looked down at him.

“Are you . . . ?” She couldn’t say it, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. It felt good. Better than good. His finger there, and his tongue inside her . . . she was shocked, titillated, stunned at how it heightened the pleasure of what he was doing with his mouth.

He paused to ask, “Should I stop?” His breath tickled the hair above her clitoris.

She shook her head, speechless, then realized he couldn’t see her. “Uh-uh,” she managed.

Ty wiggled his finger at the same time his tongue went deep.

Imogen squeezed the sleeping bag and shot into an orgasm, the hard, shuddering, tight kind where she did hold her breath, and her vision went spotty. Where every muscle in her body tightened while she let the tremors rush over her and take her under.

After a minute, Ty slowly pulled back his finger and mouth and said, “Breathe, babe.”

Instead, she exhaled, and tilted sideways, falling onto the sleeping bag in a heap. Then she dragged in air, shoving her hair out of her eyes, her heart racing and legs shaking. “Wow. This is the perfect time to use that catchphrase OMFG.”

“What does that stand for?” Ty shifted so he was facing her, and ran his fingers down her arm.

“Oh, my fucking God. Totally blasphemous, but when you use the acronym, it softens the blow.” She stared at the ceiling of the tent and tried to remember her name. “And in this case, utterly applies.”

Ty laughed softly. “Good. Now on your stomach.”

“I can’t move.”

“Yes, you can.” He lightly smacked her bottom and said, “Roll over. Lie flat, and cross your ankles.”

“Excuse me?” But she was already doing it, rolling in a lazy, satisfied flop onto her stomach and shifting her hands above her head. She could fall asleep at any given second.

Until he moved over her and pushed inside her.