Her sweater was open, and he tugged down the shoulder of the silky shirt she had on underneath until it was halfway down her arm and one half of her satiny bra shone in the night, perky and taut from the beautiful swell of the breast underneath it.

He swallowed hard. It was going to be all he could do not to explode right here on this path.

Confident he was blocking her from the view of any chance passersby, he slipped the cup of her bra down, freeing her breast. “Dear God, you’re beautiful.” He wanted to take his time, to savor the way she looked in the moonlight, but his hands and mouth proved more eager than his eyes.

Her fingers dug into his hair at the back of his head, and he felt the heat of her breath against his ear. He was still savoring the sweet taste of her when he heard the roll of soft laughter up ahead on the path. Covering her with one side of her sweater, he pulled her around to the other side of the tree facing out to the lake.

As soon as he had her pressed against it again, she moved her sweater to the side and arched her back. He had just enough time to appreciate the glow of the moon against the bare skin of her breast before she locked her hands on the sides of his head and drew him toward it.

“Full disclosure,” she whispered in his ear, “I think I’m still a little tipsy because a part of me doesn’t even care who might see.”

It had been so long that a part of him was impossibly close to exploding, but her words sent a wave of warning over him. He rose back up and closed his hands at the sides of her head. After brushing his lips against her forehead, he said, “I don’t want this to be something you might regret later.”

She tugged up his shirt and locked her hands over his bare waist. She looked him in the eye without fear or embarrassment. “I said tipsy, not drunk. I’m in full control—sort of. When you kiss me like that, I kind of lose my senses. At least all of them but the feeling ones.”

He dropped his hands to her hips and brushed his lips over hers. “If you’re sure, absolutely sure, we could go back to my place.”

“Ah, it wasn’t going to be, but that’s a yes. A hard yes. Only can we stay here a few more minutes? Because this—out here, with you—just happens to be the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me, and I want to savor it a little longer.”