“Mmm.” Rather than pulling out and moving away, he lay with his chest over her back. His chin rubbed against the top of her head as he…cuddled…her. “You’ve ruined me for any sparring sessions. I’ll think of the way this one ended, get a hard-on, and not be able to fight at all.”

When his words registered, she busted out in giggles. “Try taekwondo with a wide stance. That’ll leave room for your massive equipment.”

She could feel his chest shake with his laugh. “Massive equipment, hmm? Pump my ego like that, and we’ll end up with another round or two on this picnic table.”

That would be amazing.

It also reminded her where they were. “We should move, actually, before someone finds us.”

“Gryff would give us warning. But you’re right.” Bull lifted up—and pulled out, the sensation making her spasm inside. How could she have come so hard and yet want more?

He moved away to the garbage container to deal with the condom. With a sigh, she started to push up off the table.

“Let me, sweetheart.” He bent, squeezed her buttocks with an appreciative hum, and pulled up her pants for her.

“Thanks.” As she stood all the way up, her head spun.

He steadied her with an arm around her waist. “Okay?” His frown created a deep line between his dark eyebrows.

“I’m good. Those were just really good orgasms.” At his chuckle, she grinned up at him, then patted his bare chest. It really was mesmerizing how his tanned skin stretched so tightly over the rock-hard pectorals. She could even run a finger between each horizontal line of abdominal muscle.

With a guttural growl, he took her hand in his. “We can continue this back at your cabin if you want.”

“We shouldn’t—” Disappointment stole her breath as he donned his shirt. He should never wear clothes. Ever.

Unfortunately, she had her own clothing to deal with. She picked up her bra. Before she could pull it on, he turned her so he could check her wounded arm. “Appears to be healing all right. I noticed you didn’t let it slow you down.”

“It’s fine. Just a bit sore.” His concern made her feel…funny, and she hurriedly pulled her damp sports bra over her head. Naturally, the tight elastic band rolled, and the fabric squished her full breasts into odd positions. Somewhere a demon laughed and rubbed its hands in sadistic delight. She hissed in exasperation.

“Need help?” Laughing, Bull unrolled the mess in the back. Putting her back against his chest, he slid his hand down the front of the bra and lifted her left breast, then the right to settle them comfortably.

As he teasingly ran a finger around one nipple, her skin flushed. “Bull, behave.”