The tree bark was rough against Roxy's back, but the man pressing her into it was anything but.
Torian's lips were a fever dream, hot and demanding, his tongue claiming her mouth with a proficiency that made her toes curl in her boots.
His hand had slid beneath the heavy layers of her winter skirt, finding the bare skin of her thigh, his thumb digging into the soft flesh as he hitched her leg up around his waist.
"Torian," Roxy gasped against his mouth, her hands gripping his silk-clad shoulders. "We're... we're in the woods. Anyone could..."
"Let them look," Torian growled, his voice a low vibration against her neck. He pressed his hips forward, the hard ridge of his arousal grinding against her through their clothes.
He moved to kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear, his breath hot and ragged. Roxy's head fell back, her resistance melting like ice in a furnace.
Until they heard a faint giggle, carried by the wind, and Roxy froze.
Her eyes snapped open.
