So he yanked. Her oversize white shirt popped open with a satisfying scatter of buttons around the tent. The delicate band of a pink, lacy bra peeped up at him, encouraging him to explore with fingers, lips, tongue, teeth.

“This is not the kind of bra you’re supposed to wear camping,” he said in the absence of more appropriate commentary. A better, more sophisticated man might whisper sweet nothings or compare the dips and valleys of her body to the majestic mountains all around them, but no one had ever accused Harrison of being sophisticated.

“Yes, but it is the kind of bra you wear when you’re trying to tempt a man into fucking you.”

His mouth grew dry at the harsh yet sweet resonance of that word on her lips. Fucking. Not rolling in the hay. Not tumbling in the sheets. Not even making love. This sweet, beautiful woman was revealing more than just a tempting pair of breasts swelling out of a lace bra. And Harrison—God help him—loved it.

He groaned and ran his fingers down the midline of her stomach, her skin warm and impossibly soft. That feeling of heat and silk only increased the farther south he went, skimming past her navel and down the gentle swell of her belly. By the time he managed to reach the top lace of her underwear, she was scorching.

Although he was scorching too, he forced himself to take a deep breath and slow down. Sophie might think she could taunt him into making a botched, rushed job of this, but no matter how animalistic his urges tended to be, he was still capable of some restraint.

“I’m a man of honor, goddammit,” he said as he moved back up her body. He intended to make that same journey, over her bra and down to her panties, but this time, he was going to do it with his mouth. “I want to taste you. I want to savor each limb.”

Sophie’s body shook with laughter, all those soft, rounded parts quivering against him. Burying her hands in his hair, she stroked and teased her nails against his scalp. “Oh, dear. I had no idea you were capable of so much eloquence. All that reserve was just part of your plan to lure me in, wasn’t it?”

He yanked himself out of her grasp and tugged her jeans down her hips. Without bothering to remove her pants all the way, he laid his hand flat against the soft upper swell of her mons, eliciting a gasp. “I am not eloquent.”