And then the distant squeal of Mrs. Pig, which made them both laugh a little.

“Real,” Tim repeated with a shake of his head, relieved to see the smile on her face. “This life is definitely that, Natalia. For what it’s worth, I don’t care how you dress, either, or what you’ve done.”

Her eyes misted again. “I know. But I’m leaving tomorrow, Tim.” She took a shaky breath. “I have to. I want you to know, though, I’ll miss this. And you.”

He wasn’t sure how it happened, but one moment he was staring down into her face at her lovely mouth, parted slightly, and the next moment he’d put his right over it. Just a little kiss. Just a comfort kiss. A you’re-not-alone kiss.

A goodbye kiss.

Only she made the sexiest little sound from deep in her throat. Grabbed his hair in her fists and held him close.

What could he do but keep kissing her? He couldn’t pull away, not when she threatened to pull the very hair from his head.

Her tongue against his ignited all the heat he’d been attempting to hold back. She made it impossible to remember he wasn’t going to do this, wasn’t going to take advantage of her in any way-

But she made that sound again, and pressed closer so she practically sat in his lap, her breasts against his chest, her nipples drilling holes into his skin.

Then she was in his lap, her bottom pressing against the part of him begging for more. His hands moved to her hips, gripping, shifting her back and forth over his hard-on until his eyes were crossed with lust.

And again she made that rough sound, the one that assured him she was feeling as needy as he.

Good. That was good.

No, wait. It was bad, very bad. One of them had to be in control, one of them had to be able to pull away.

But, God, it wasn’t him.

With a little whimper, she plastered herself against him, rotating her hips back and forth in a telltale sign that made him groan. Apparently, it wasn’t going to be her in control, either. “Natalia,” he said thickly, trying to pull back. “We need to stop.”

She tightened her grip on his hair, angled her face the other way and kept kissing him. She also did something pretty amazing with her tongue and his body jerked, getting aroused to the point of pain from just a kiss.

Just a kiss. What a joke. This was no “just a kiss.” They were practically sucking the air right out of each others’ lungs, letting out dark sounds into the night that were earthy and needy and arousing all in itself.

“Natalia,” he said again. Valiantly.

But then she twisted, straddling him. Which meant that her thighs were open, her legs around his waist, the hottest, most neediest part of her was rubbing against the hottest, most neediest part of him.

“I wish I was wearing my skirt,” she said, coming up for air. “Because then I could just lift it and…”

Just the image made him tremble. “Natalia, we need to get a grip.” He had a grip, two luscious handfuls of her perfectly rounded butt, but that’s not what he meant. “This is getting out of control.”

“I want to take this with me, this memory of you and me. What’s so wrong about that?”

“Because it’s not enough, not for you. One night isn’t enough.”

“It is.”

“It shouldn’t be.”

“Here, in this miraculous place, with you, I’m a woman, and I want to feel like one.” Her eyes were wide and dark on his. “Please.” Then she rocked against him until he could hardly remember why he resisted. “There’s no one else who makes me feel this way.”

Which pretty much made him feel like a superhero. “Be sure, Natalia. Be sure.”

Lifting his hand from her hip, she placed it over her breast. “I am.”

His heart nearly stopped. Beneath his fingers, her nipple was a hard, pouting point, and when he stroked it, he elicited a sweet little whimper from Natalia. His other hand got into the game, too, so that both were filled with her. She sighed and pressed against him some more, her head tossed back a little so that her throat was exposed right at mouth level.

He couldn’t help but lean forward and nibble at it.

She gasped and rocked to him. “You have no idea how good that feels.”

Tim felt good, too. And in spite of the very sexual nature of the moment, he felt a rightness of it all that came from his heart, not the hard-on currently making sitting a challenge.

Then Natalia reached down and pulled off her T-shirt.

If he’d thought his heart had stopped before, he was sorely mistaken. Her breasts were barely contained in a white, lacy little demibra with a front hook, her nipples dark and thrusting against the material.

She reached for his shirt, too. “Lift,” she demanded, and when he obliged, lifting his arms, she tossed his shirt over her head and slid herself against him. “I’ve always wanted to be like this, skin to skin with a man.” With a frown, she suddenly sat straight up, unhooked her bra and tossed that over her shoulder as well. He caught a quick glimpse of the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen before she plastered herself back against him with a heartfelt sigh. “There.” Her breasts were pressed to his chest. “Yes, there. Much better. Yes?”

If he so much as moved, he was going to actually come in his pants. A fact he’d so far managed to avoid all his life, even during high school horn-dog make-out sessions.

“Tim?” She lifted her head, which sent her hair sliding over his jaw. With each breath she took, her breasts lifted, which meant her nipples tantalized and teased his bare flesh, as well.

She was driving him crazy, and he gripped her hips. “Hold still.”

Against his fingers she managed to still move, managed to arch and writhe, and he let out a rough groan.

“Natalia…Wait.”

She froze, then removed her hands from his hair and put them over her breasts. “I’m sorry.”

“What? No, I-”

“I pressed myself on you. Again. It’s just…inexcusable, really.”

She made to move off him, but he grabbed her, rolling her beneath him so that she was flat on her back in the grass with him sprawled out over the top of her. Taking her hands off her breasts, which he wanted to see again, he pulled them over her head and held her still. “Don’t move,” he said gruffly. “Or I’ll be a goner. Do you understand? I’m saying you’re going to make me come right this second if you move another inch. Now I need to touch you, quite badly. Is that okay?”

She blinked. “I thought-”

“You thought wrong.”

She stared at him for one more long moment before slowly relaxing.

“There,” he whispered encouragingly, dipping his head to taste her jaw, her throat. “That’s better.” He nipped her collarbone. “Much better.”

Natalia had to agree. Tilting her head back, eyes open to the dark, starry night, surrounded by nothing but wide-open space, she absorbed his weight and when he nibbled at her again, gasped.

“Where’s the nipple ring?”

“I don’t have one. I’m…too chicken.”

He lifted his head. “Know what I think? That you’re tough as tough can be on the outside, where you’ve needed to be, and yet soft as soft on the inside, where no one can see.” He smiled a very sexy smile. “But I can see, and I like it.”

He rocked against her, then rained hot, openmouthed kisses to her shoulder, down her arm and yes, finally, over her breast. She tried to remain cool, tried to act as if she’d done all of this before, but when his tongue swirled over her nipple, she jerked and nearly sobbed out loud. She couldn’t help it, she was burning up, from the inside out, and couldn’t stay still. Her hips rocked, her heart pounded, the blood roared in her ears, and she thought she would die if he didn’t hurry up and touch her everywhere.

“Mmm. You like what I’m doing.” He kissed and tasted and sucked his way to her other breast. “Don’t you?”

This time she did sob out loud and nearly bucked him off her in her haste to get more.

He let out a low chuckle as he took that talented mouth back to her first breast.

She amused him. While she was on her deathbed, dying from this…this unbearable, shockingly consuming need, she amused him. “Don’t stop,” she demanded, shameless, and she didn’t care. “Don’t you dare stop.” She fought with his hands to get hers loose, and when he let go, she gripped him by the ears and held his head to her breast. Who would have thought sex would feel so amazingly good? She’d have tried it long ago if she’d had any clue, any clue at all.

But while she was wild, he was…not. Somehow he’d regained control, and was just fine while he nearly drove her out of her mind. Unacceptable, really. She’d let go completely, and he would, too. Together. She ran her hands down his sleek, strong and oh-so-delicious-feeling back. He was amazing, no doubt, but she was getting sidetracked. Determined to make him as out of control as she, she danced her hands down farther, to his very nice bottom, and squeezed.

Obliging, he thrust against her. Oh, yes, that was very nice, and before she could help it, she’d spread her legs, further accommodating him. It made her whimper for more, but no. She was not going to lose it.

At least not until he did, not even if she had to calculate complicated math problems to keep her thoughts together. She worked her hands around his sides to the button on his jeans, which she popped open. “Off,” she demanded, tugging on the denim.

“Yes, ma’am.” He obliged her, then kneeled at her side, sliding hers off, too, running his hands down her bare legs while he stared down at her with a hunger that made her arch off the grass.

“Is it too itchy?”

She blinked, then realized he meant the grass beneath her. “I can’t feel anything but you touching me.”

“Good.” Her panties sailed over his shoulder the way their pants had gone and he bent, kissing her, long and deep and wet, just the way she’d discovered she’d liked it.