Men were different than women. She had two failed marriages in her wake to prove that fact. Saying vows with a man had meant everything to her but both husbands had broken them as easily as they had her heart. Sex and love were separate for men and she needed to remember that.

He just wanted sex. Put on the big-girl panties. You wanted this too but don’t read anything into it. The mental pep talk helped her keep things in perspective. It saddened and depressed her but she’d have great memories.

“I guess we should get dressed and go back to our cars before someone drives by and wonders where we are.”

His gaze narrowed and his voice noticeably deepened. “You want to leave already?”

“I, um, well, someone will see our cars and wonder where we are. They might even come looking for us.” The idea of being caught na**d in the woods unsettled her. She never had trysts with strangers—he was her first. She liked to keep her sex life private. “I’d have to post bail,” she joked.

“I closed the road. No one will know.”

She stared up at him. “You did?”

He smiled. “I turned over the ass**le to officers at the gate and told them I wanted the road closed. I told them I would hunt the woods alone and see if anyone else was out here. No one will disturb us. I’m in charge and they have to follow my orders.”

She laughed. “That’s pretty cool. I guess it’s good to be in charge, huh?”

“Very cool.” He shifted and eased his c**k out of her body. “Come on.”

Zandy released him and he rose to his feet. He was so muscular and perfect that she couldn’t resist staring at his body a little. The fact that he still had a major hard-on wasn’t lost on her either. He reached out to her.

“Take my hands.”

She put her hands in his and he helped her to her feet. He stepped backward, still holding her hands. He led her to the creek and into it. It was a warm, sunny afternoon but the water was a bit chilly. He kept hold of her until he stood waist-deep and she was up to the tips of her br**sts. They instantly responded by tightening and she knew Tiger noticed when he grinned.

“Come over here. There are some rocks.”

They moved downstream about five feet and he suddenly sat on something hidden beneath the surface that made the water level with his ni**les. He maneuvered her to sit on the mossy-feeling stone next to him. She relaxed and enjoyed the movement of the water around them.

“This feels good since we got a little sweaty.”

“I love to come here whenever I can. I enjoy cooling off before I stretch out na**d on the rocks over there to dry in the sun.”

It sounded so sensuous to Zandy that she followed the direction of his gaze to the smooth, flat boulders. She could almost imagine his na**d body as he stretched out on his back with his arms up to use his hands to cushion the back of his head. Her attention returned to him and his body. The water made his ni**les taut, hard tips of dusky temptation. She got the urge to taste.

Oh hell, why not? She knew this would be the one and only time she found herself sitting in a creek with a super-sexy guy. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips before she turned into him and lowered her face. He gasped as her mouth latched on to him and he arched his back to give her easier access. One of her hands slid across his flat belly under the water while her other hand gripped his shoulder to keep her balance.

His fingers slipped into her hair to encourage her. She shifted even closer to him, released his nipple and kissed her way to the other one. Loud purrs made his entire chest vibrate. Her hand lifted from his belly to his chest, to feel them better. She was amazed and aroused at the same time by his reaction.

The hold on her hair tightened until he fisted it and tugged her away from sucking and teasing his nipple. She met his gaze for a split second before he lowered his head and his mouth took possession of hers. Firm, desire-hungry lips forced hers apart and his tongue explored and stroked, as if he wanted no doubt left in her mind that he wanted her again. She tried to lift her leg to climb on his lap but he suddenly broke the kiss to stare at her.

“Hands and knees, right here, but turn around,” he snarled, his voice harsh.

His stern tone didn’t scare her. She understood why he sounded half out of control since she wanted him more than her next breath. Letting go of him wasn’t easy since her hands loved the feel of him but she managed to do it. The rock they shared was similar to a ledge and she rose to her knees on it. The embankment directly behind them was a sharp incline covered with grass and clover.

“Grab something,” he growled.

Big hands gripped her h*ps and pushed her forward enough that her hands shot out to claw at the soft greenery when he bent her over and stood behind her. A knee bumped her thighs, she spread them apart, and suddenly Tiger curled his body over her back. One of his hands opened on the grass inches from her left one and he braced.

His c**k nudged against her pu**y and he was entering her. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and anchored her firmly in front of him. Zandy moaned from the way he drove into her with one slow but forceful thrust of his hips. He made her take all of him without any hesitation. The feel of him inside her was wonderful and the new position felt even more amazing than him facing her had.

His hold on her waist adjusted until his hand cupped her pu**y from the front and located her clit. He pressed a finger against it. Tiger growled and withdrew almost totally from her body before he slammed into her hard and deep. Zandy cried out from the pleasure of it and he wrapped around her tighter as her fingers dug into the earth.