Her bra was an expensive one, unsuited for support and comfort while out in the elements, but ideal for man exploring the softly molded cups. His fingers slipped over the top and caressed her skin, teasing the edge of her nipples until she moaned into his mouth. She tried arching again, but his weight had become so settled that it was all she could do to lay there and let him explore her the way he saw fit.

As that included the graze of his rough fingers over the tips of her breasts and the grinding of his hips against hers, she was fine with whatever he planned to do to her. Her nipples grew tight and hot under his touch, her belly taut with anticipation. She could practically feel the blood coursing through her veins and down between her thighs, her body throbbing with the ache of emptiness.

“How can one person be so fucking soft?” he asked.

“I don’t know. How can one person be so fucking hard?” She groaned as the ridge of his erection pressed against her. “I’m ready for my third wish, by the way.”

His voice was hoarse. “I don’t have much more to give, Sophie. You have to realize that by now.”

“Oh, there’s a lot more you can give. What I really want—what I’ve wanted since the moment I met you—is to feel you inside of me.”

“Fuck.” He swore with a vehemence that was difficult to interpret. Was he agreeing with her and announcing his intentions to perform said deed? Or had she pushed him too far, and he was refusing to comply?

God, she hoped it was the first one. She wasn’t sure how much more of this agony she could take.

A discreet cough sounded from above them, “Uh, Harrison?”

“Fuck,” Harrison said again, pulling himself away from her.

Understanding dawned—and with it, the realization that she was writhing on the ground with a man’s hand firmly up her shirt. Jessica had the decency to be looking off somewhere in the distance, her gaze fixed on a rolling green bluff, but Sophie was pretty sure she must have seen—and heard—plenty already.

“I’m sorry,” Jessica said. “But there’s been an accident.”

Harrison shot the rest of the way up, leaving Sophie with her stomach bared to the elements. She might have been insulted if not for the wholly honorable way his thoughts went to his puppy. “Is Bubbles—?”

“Fine, she’s fine. Great, in fact. The problem is with, uh, Derek. His bolas…”

Harrison groaned and closed his eyes. All of the anxiety that the idea of Bubbles in danger had brought out in him was reduced to a guttural, “That debauched troglodyte. Whose idea was it to let him anywhere near a weapon?”