Seduced by Moonlight   ::   Гамильтон Лорел

«You cantake one end, I'll take the other.»

The helicopter was close now, perhaps hidden only by the line of tall eucalyptus trees that bordered the estate. Doyle flashed a smile, white and sudden as lightning in the darkness of his face. He moved with that liquid grace and speed that I could never match, and was suddenly kneeling beside my shoulder. «If I must, then I would have the sweet taste of your mouth.»

Rhys darted a quick lick across my bare stomach that made me writhe and giggle. He raised his face enough to say, «There are other tastes just as sweet.» The look in his eye, his face, held a heat and knowledge that stole the laughter from my throat and sent my pulse racing.

Doyle brushed his lips across my shoulder. The movement brought my gaze to his, and there was that same dark knowledge. A knowledge born of nights and days of skin and sweat and bodies, of tangled sheets and pleasure.

My voice came a little shaky. «You've decided to play. What made you change your mind?»

He whispered against my cheek, and just his breath hot against my skin made me shudder. «This is a necessary evil, and if you must parade yourself for the media, then I will not abandon you.» That flash of a smile came again, like a surprise across his face. It made him look younger, almost like someone else entirely. It had only been in the last month or so that I'd known Doyle had a smile like that inside him. «Besides, I cannot leave you to Rhys. Goddess knows what he would do out here on his own.»

Rhys ran a finger along the edge of my bikini bottom. «Such a tiny piece of cloth. They'll never see it if we're careful.»

I frowned at him. «What do you mean?»

He dropped lower on the lounge chair so that his face was above that tiny piece of cloth, his hands sliding under my slightly raised thighs until those hands came up over my hips and hid the bright red cloth of the bikini bottom. He lowered his face just over my groin, and his hair spread across my thighs like a curtain.

I didn't have time to protest, or even decide if I was going to. The helicopter cleared the trees, and that was how they found us. Rhys with his face buried in my groin, his legs bent at the knees, feet kicking slightly over his bare ass, like a child with a piece of good candy.

I thought Doyle would protest, until he pressed his face into my neck and I realized he was laughing. Silently, shoulders shaking. He eased me back onto the lounge chair so that I was lying down again, still laughing, but hiding it from the cameras.