Chapter 11

"Still hungry?" she asked, after he ate most of the food. When he shook his head no, she put the containers in the basket, pulled out the wine and filled their glasses.

Dusk had set in and the band started to play. Classical music, so relaxing. Donovan took the glasses from Caitlin and placed them next to him. Holding a hand out to her, he positioned her between his thighs, her back resting against his chest. She fit against him perfectly and the intimate way their bodies touched seemed natural.

Caitlin shivered at being so close to him. Frank mistook it for the chill of the night air and unfolded the other blanket and drew it up around her. She didn't let him know he was the cause of her shivers. Being in such close proximity to the most masculine part of him was probably the biggest cause. She snuggled back against him, taking in his musky scent, and her senses reeled when Frank's arms encircled her, holding her tightly against him.

Donovan handed Caitlin her glass and she smiled her thanks. He noted how she leaned her head on his right shoulder careful to avoid the wound on his left shoulder. He almost laughed when she realized the fireworks were about to start and she let out a squeal of delight.

Caitlin sat up, pulling away from Frank. She sat her glass aside and watched as the colorful rockets began to explode in the dark sky above, keeping time with the music. She felt Frank's hands on her waist, pulling her back to his chest. She lost herself in the sounds and colors dancing in the sky and the feel of Frank's hands gently running up and down her arms.

Donovan found himself helpless to stop his roving hands. After checking the surrounding area, he discovered they were quite secluded in this small clump of trees. But, just to be sure, he pulled the blanket back across Caitlin, covering her completely from chest to toes. He began kissing her soft neck and shoulders, nibbling her ears. She tasted salty-sweet. He ached to feel her, touch her everywhere, and as if his hands had a mind of their own, they were underneath the blanket, cupping her ample breasts, massaging them gently through her clothes.

Caitlin moaned as Frank's hands held her, her nipples growing hard at his touch. He was wicked to be so familiar with her in public, but she didn't care. She was lost in his touch and the erotic feelings that stirred within her. The throbbing ache between her thighs beat to the tempo of desire he controlled with his hands. She turned her head to face him when she felt his hand inch to her thigh, sliding her dress up to her waist.

Donovan watched her through heavy eyelids. When she turned her head to look at him, he could see her need and longing. When she lifted her chin to give him access to her lips, he captured them with hunger, demand. One hand still caressed her breast while the other had inched its way slowly inside her dress, savoring the feel of her silky thigh as he traced delicate patterns with his fingers.

Caitlin's mind reeled. What was he doing to her? She couldn't think straight. She should stop him, she knew, but was unable to force herself to do what was right. She threw her head back, moaning like a woman wild when she felt his hand slip inside her panties. His fingers were where no man's had ever been, and Lord, she wanted more than his hands on her. She wanted to feel him, that part of him that jutted so strongly against her back, deep inside, filling her, fulfilling her.

As if in answer to her awakened desire, her legs parted to give him better access. She was so moist, and he knew it wouldn't take long to take her to the edge. He stroked and rubbed her soft folds, causing her to wriggle within his grasp. He wanted her, wanted her more than anything or anyone he had ever wanted before in his life. He continued to rain kisses on her neck, shoulder, as he kneaded her breast and gently slipped two fingers inside her slick opening.

"Oh...my...." she turned her head, crushing her face into his neck. Her body lifted within the circle of his arms as liquid fire shot through her body, quaking, quivering. She sobbed against him as her climax overtook her, delicious waves erupting through her body.

When she was finally able to breath somewhat normally, she gazed up at him, her eyes still dazed by what she had just experienced. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words would come out.

He whispered huskily, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head. "I know I should be embarrassed..." her voice trailed off.

"You never have to be embarrassed with me," he assured her, nibbling an ear.

She smiled wickedly, "I said I know I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. It felt wonderful." She wondered if all aspects of lovemaking would feel this good. She had a strong feeling it would, with this man. After all, she knew he was well equipped to please a woman. She didn't have to see how large he was; she could feel it.

He murmured into her ear, "You felt wonderful." He grinned, " I hope you enjoyed the fireworks."

"Oh, I did! I did!" She laughed, both knowing they weren't talking about the fireworks that danced in the sky.

To be continued....