Jacob stared at her from behind the screen of bushes, transfixed. Part of him wanted to burst out of the trees and demand that she cover herself. A much stronger part wanted to fall on her and become the phantom lover that she was welcoming so rapturously into her body. 

He wondered with a stab of wild, irrational jealousy who she was thinking about as she parted her slender white thighs and caressed the deep pink glistening folds of her cunt, completely open to his sight as it had never been before in the darkness ot her tent.

He bit down on his knckles to keep trom groaning, from screaming,...