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dimly aware that they must be deep inside the Gila Wilderness, and that, if he left her, she’d have no way of finding her way back out, not least as she wasn’t wearing any shoes.
    At last, they came to a small clearing, next to a huge, ancient-looking rock formation. Tall bull pines surrounded it, leaning into the center and forming a canopy beneath the sky. Isabel could only just make out the waning moon through their branches. There was a big, burned out fire in the middle of the area. Peter walked towards it and put her down gently at its edge. There was warmth coming off it; it couldn’t have gone out very long ago. He spread two of the skins on the ground.
    “Stay here,” he told her. “I’m just going to collect some wood.” Silently, she sat down on the skins and wrapped the other one tightly around her body. She was shivering a little, although it wasn’t cold. The woods seemed to have captured the heat of the day and trapped it in their branches. There was a faint sound of running water in the distance and the hoots and rustles and distant howls of animals were everywhere. Isabel tried hard not to think what might be crawling around at her feet, and was again reminded of her nakedness.
    Before long, Peter was back with an armful of logs. He arranged them over the burned-out fire and poked around in the middle of the embers. Soon, they began to glow, and some twigs caught light, and flames began to lick the log pile. Isabel watched with rapt attention, the fire warming her face and hands. The wood crackled, and the air was sweet with the scent of burning pine.
    “That’s better,” Peter said. Isabel jerked out of the trance she’d fallen into and looked at him. His face was glistening with perspiration from his exertions.
    “It’s so nice and warm,” she agreed and he smiled at her. He unfurled himself from his crouching position and unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and threw it onto the ground. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled them off as well. Isabel gaped at him. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear, and he was now totally naked. But he was standing there, gazing at the fire like it was nothing. She looked sideways, through her lashes, at his cock and her mouth continued to hang open. It was bigger even than she’d expected, and it was semi-erect. He seemed so unself-conscious that she allowed herself to look at him more boldly. His body was incredible all over. The firelight picked out the taut muscles and sinews of his powerful chest and thighs. She realised she’d never been so turned on at the sight of a naked man before.
    Heated in more ways than one, she slid the animal skin off her shoulders. Peter turned to her at the sudden movement. He bent down and pulled the pelt off her body completely, leaving her naked as well.
    “You look beautiful,” he said. Isabel laughed.
    “You’ve seen me naked already,” she said. He sat down next to her and pulled her to his body so her back was against him.
    “True. But you look so much more beautiful when you’re out in nature.” Isabel smiled. Now his touch was gentle, and she rested her weight against his chest. It was romantic being outside like this, by the fire, far from civilization. Peter’s huge hand slid up to her right breast and cupped it, his thumb chafing her nipple. She felt the breath from his nostrils on her hair as he moved to her other breast, stroking it, kneading at it. Her nipples were so hard, and the ache between her thighs was becoming unbearable. He brought his mouth to her neck, his long tongue flicking from her collarbone to her earlobe. His teeth nipped at her soft flesh and she let out a cry, half pain, half arousal. His erection was pressing at the base of her spine. She was insanely turned on, badly wanting him to turn her on her back and enter her. His hand moved down, over her stomach, pausing at the strip of hair she’d created.
    “I like this,” Peter said. “Did you do it for me?” Isabel nodded,