“Sorry,” she muttered with embarrassment, which simply made him laugh. Lisa didn’t understand what amused him, but in the next moment didn’t care as he slid one finger into her, forcing an “Oh God,” from her lips and making her buck into the caress.

“Are you tender?” he growled with concern.

Lisa shook her head, incapable of speech as she shimmied under his touch.

“Thank God,” he muttered, and released her hands to reach down between them without the necessity of having to stop caressing her.

Lisa immediately clasped his shoulders and held on as she bucked under his touch, but stilled briefly when his hand was suddenly withdrawn and something else pressed against her. She held her breath as he found the right angle, and then released a long groan as their bodies merged.

“Yes, please,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his hips. He claimed her lips again in a quick, hard kiss. Then he rose up, caught her ankles and lifted them to his shoulders so that he could hold her hips and pound into her.

Lisa stared up at him in amazement, shocked at this new position. She then closed her eyes and bit her lip on a moan as one of his hands reached for a breast. The other slid between them to caress her again even as he thrust himself in and out.

As fast and furious as it had started, it ended just as quickly. Within moments, Lisa was writhing in the straw and crying out as pleasure exploded over her. This time there was no delay and Robert joined her in that hazy explosion, his own cry joining hers. Lisa clutched desperately at his arms as they rode out their pleasure, and then clasped him tight to her when it ended and he lowered himself to lie on top of her. He stayed there only a moment though, his weight a pleasant caress, before he rolled onto his back in the straw, taking her with him.

Robert continued to hold her close and she felt him press several kisses to the top of her head before he relaxed. After a few minutes his breathing grew slow and steady and she knew he’d dozed off again, just as he had last night. Lisa had joined him in sleep then, but didn’t now. They couldn’t afford to be caught in the stables like this.

Easing from his embrace, she sat up and glanced around, wondering where the naïve, young, romantic Lisa had gone as she took in the setting they were in. She’d just had her skirts tossed up in a stable. Brilliant. The sad thing was, she couldn’t find it in herself to regret it. It had felt too damned good.