"A-Allan, we need to uh stop," she said softly. Against her skin, he smirked.

"I'm not sure you want to."

"Allan, I'm serious. Not now," he groaned, pausing his kiss on her neck. He was frowning at her for causing them to come to a halt.

"Well, if you don't stop pouting your lip, I won't have a choice," Althea said, freezing and rising from his lap. He stood up and went to the front door.

The wind blew her hair in every direction as they walked outside. They took her clothes off behind a tree, deep enough in the woods that no one could see her. She closed her...