She emptied her paper cup, dropped it onto her paper plate, and started to crawl around the picnic toward him.

“I-if you like, there's something I can dip you in,” he said, then shook his head, untangling his tongue. “I mean, you can try one of these dips if you like. Barbecue? Cheese and chives?”

Rose grabbed the small container of dip and tossed it aside. “Nope, changed my mind. I have a taste for something else.” She spread her knees and straddled him, her breasts level with his face which she grabbed ahold of with her hands. His skin was soft to touch and Rose couldn’t help but run her fingers through his gorgeous blonde locks.

His chin tipped up towards hers and Bellamy’s eyes widened as she leaned her face closer to his, going in for the kill.

“I, ah…I…” he looked around frantically, as if he’d find the proper response just lying there on the ground.

She tilted her head and paused, studying him. “Bellamy, kiss me.”

He gulped nervously, but kissed her, his dark eyes remaining open and wide with fascination. His soft pink lips clumsily fumbled with her bright red ones and she giggled at his expense. The man beneath her didn't appear to know what the hell she was doing, but he was clearly enjoying it.

Rose traced a fingernail along his jaw line, rasping the overnight stubble. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, seeming to breath in the very scent of the moment.

“Bellamy, look at me.”

Roused from his daydream, he obeyed, but his eyes were filled with that of a different man. A different…being. Gone was the sweet and vulnerable Bellamy, replaced with a deep, dark intensity that demanded to have her.

“Do whatever you want.” She reached behind her back, unfastened her bra and let it fall. “I intend to.”

His jaw unhinged. He tried to move, do something, anything, but she clearly had him mesmerized. Like an enchantress over a dark lord.

Rose laughed out loud, a wicked, dirty laugh. “Do you want me, Bellamy?”

His tightening grip on her outer thighs signaled his response. “You've no idea.”

Rose shivered with delight and shook her head, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Gasping for oxygen, he skimmed his gaze lower, down the length of her pale body. Then, quickly, his eyes darted around the island, searching for something.

“Afraid we'll be caught?” she whispered in his ear.

“No. Just…afraid this might all be a dream.”

“Maybe it is.” She took his hands and placed them on her body, allowing him permission to do as he pleased. “Show me how the rest of it goes.”

He grinned and stared up at her face, their eyes locking and becoming trapped in the intensity that his ignited. “Whatever the lady desires.” With a wicked smirk, he toed off his shoes and removed his shirt to reveal his flawless body.