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beside the tree. Before she knew it, she lay on her back looking up at him as he moved in her in long, deep, thorough strokes she felt all the way to her core.
    His eyes on her remained glassy, his teeth clenched. She kept biting her lip to hold in her cries, but that didn’t last long—soon sound erupted from her throat with each powerful thrust he delivered.
    What had been slow and rough before had turned fast and urgent—and Jenny lay there astounded, soaking in every sensation, every hard drive, surprised to eventually realize her legs were wrapped snug around his back, locked at the ankles.
    The darkness was complete now, covering them like a blanket, and a lone cricket began to chirp in the trees. She grunted and groaned as each stroke pressed her farther, deeper, into the moss, and she felt lost to it all somehow—she’d quit worrying, quit thinking; now she did nothing but feel , feel , feel each hot plunge.
    “Aw…Aw, shit,” he whispered, and she knew he was coming even before his guttural groans echoed up into the night air. She watched him, unduly pleased to see it happen, unduly pleasured to know she’d made it happen.
    When he pulled back, rolled off her, she felt the hollow space he left behind, the physical awareness of losing that connection, even as she hurried to sit up beside him, anxious to act like a woman who had casual sex all the time.
    “You okay?”
    For some reason, his concern surprised her. “Yeah, fine.”
    “I, uh…didn’t mean for that to happen,” he admitted, surprising her further—but she wasn’t sure how to take it.
    “Regrets?”
    “Damn—no. I just meant…I don’t usually yell at a woman and then…do this. ” Up to now, he hadn’t been looking at her, but even in the full darkness that had fallen around them, she felt him turn toward her. “You wanted that, right? I didn’t, uh…?”
    She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, then swallowed nervously. “I must have,” she whispered. “I never said no.” So much for sounding like a hip, modern, casual-sex-having sort of girl. To her own ears, she sounded like exactly what she was—a woman who’d never done such a thing in her life and was probably going to be irreparably scarred by it. Turned out this was the time to worry about what to do afterward—and she knew she would suffer later for knowing it meant nothing. She’d never had sex that meant nothing, so the emotional aftermath sure to come would be painfully new.
    “Okay, good,” he said in response. But she thought he didn’t sound quite as comfortable as the words implied. Then he got to his feet and held down a hand to help her up, too.
    Standing left her unsteady, and aware of the sticky flow around her upper thighs. She turned away, using the same tree as before for balance as she reached awkwardly up under her skirt to pull her dampened panties back into place.
    “You can’t tell anyone you’ve seen me here,” he said, suddenly gruff again.
    She flinched. So much for postcoital cuddling. “Why not?”
    “Because I said so.”
    She flashed an annoyed look in the dark. “How very parental-sounding. Well, guess what. You’re not my dad.”
    He turned abruptly toward her, his eyes glimmering in the dark. “Don’t worry, pussycat. After what we just did, I’m not confused about that. ”
    She sucked in her breath, thankful now for the heavy trees blocking out most of the moonlight and hiding her blush.
    “I’m serious,” he went on. “You can’t tell anyone you saw me. Got it?”
    She was tiring of his attitude, especially considering what they’d just done. “Sure,” she said, rolling her eyes.
    “You’re not convincing me.”
    “Fine,” she snapped. “I told you—I won’t tell anyone I saw you. Happy now?”
    “And you can’t come back here again, either.”
    She let out a quick, short gasp, truly stunned. “What on earth is your problem? All I wanted to do was look through a telescope at the