Amanda grinned. “Sneaky, sneaky,” she said.
Sawyer grinned back, then started spreading out the blanket on the ground several feet away from the airplane. He opened the picnic basket, and produced an elaborate spread of cheese, crackers, and sparkling lemonade. It was the perfect summertime picnic, and Amanda didn’t wait for an invitation to dig in. She plopped down on the blanket and promptly popped a strawberry into her mouth, savoring the way its juicy flavor burst across her taste buds.
“Mmm,” she said. “Is there anything sweeter than strawberries in the summertime?”
“Only you,” Sawyer said, leaning over to kiss her strawberry lips before popping a handful of blackberries into his mouth. Amanda laughed, but she knew Sawyer was serious. The heat in his eyes gave away his plans for a post-picnic activity, and Amanda felt a thrill of anticipation ripple through her body.
For the next hour, the couple sipped their lemonade and grazed on the food while discussing everything from their daughter’s recent interest in dinosaurs to the newest tour packages Sawyer’s company was offering. Amanda enjoyed the conversation, food, and view, but her mind never completely wandered away from the thrill of Sawyer’s kiss. His mind hadn’t wandered too far, either, it seemed. After eating and drinking his fill, he leaned over and kissed Amanda again, longer and deeper this time. She melted into his touch, enjoying the warmth and strength that emanated even from just his lips.
When he finally pulled back, she looked up at him, slightly breathless, with a seductive expression.
“Is that all you’ve got, big guy?” she asked.
Sawyer didn’t even bother answering. With a deep grunt, he reached over and swept aside the remaining food, making space for himself on the blanket next to Amanda. He pushed her down on her back, and lay next to her with his palms on her cheeks. He kissed her again, letting his tongue slip past her lips and dance with her tongue. He traced a line across her teeth and across the roof of her mouth, then nibbled on her bottom lip. His movements were slow and purposeful, and Amanda felt the thrill that was rippling through her body growing stronger.
No matter how many times he kissed her, it never got old. She loved the feeling of his strong hands on her face, and of his tall, muscular body pressed up against her. She began to feel warm in the very center of her core, a heat that steadily grew during each moment that Sawyer continued kissing her.
Above them, the deep blue sky was cloudless and sparkling. A soft breeze blew across their faces, continuously drenching them in the heady perfume from the flowers that surrounded them with a rainbow of color. Amanda felt like the moment could not have been more perfect. And yet, she wanted more. Just Sawyer’s kiss wasn’t enough. She needed more of him, and she wasn’t going to be patient about taking what she wanted.
With a low moan, she reached down for the hem of Sawyer’s t-shirt, and pulled it up and over his head. She let her hands run down his chest, all the way from his collarbone, past his nipples, and to the perfect six-pack that made up his abdomen. His skin was rough, and his body strong. She drank in the magnificence of her bear, as he continued to kiss her and nibble on her lips.
She reached down and unbuttoned the button on his jeans, but before she could reach for the zipper, Sawyer grabbed her hands and stopped her.
“Not so fast, you little tease,” he said. “I think it’s only fair that you lose your shirt, too, since you got rid of mine.”