He nodded.
“What kind of consequences?”
“Get undressed, and I’ll show you.”
“Take off my clothes? Out here in the yard?”
“There’s no one around,” he said evenly. “And the sun is nice and warm.”
She considered him for a moment. Rill knew she wouldn’t back down from a challenge. Not Katie.
He hid a smile when she stepped away from the swing and whipped her sweater over her head, revealing a sheer white bra. He jerked his gaze off the vision of pink nipples straining against see-through fabric.
“No. Leave on the bra,” he said when she started to remove it.
She smirked and unfastened her skirt. She kicked it onto the grass when it fell around her ankles. The boots she wore were the high-heeled ones she’d had on yesterday when she’d looked so dressed up. They turned him on about as much as the other pair she wore.
“Leave the boots on, too,” Rill ordered gruffly. “Get rid of the panties. They’ll definitely just be in the way.”
She whipped the panties down her thighs. His breath caught when she stood before him, wearing nothing but sunshine-gilded skin, leather boots, a peek-a-boo bra and a smile that warranted a good spanking.
“You better be careful, Rill,” Katie warned. Her mischievous gaze lowered to where his erection pressed against the front of his jeans. “You’re starting to make me think you missed me.”
He picked up the seat of the swing. “I’m going to show you how much.”
“Hey!” she called out in surprise when he suddenly threw the seat of the swing over the thick branch of the tree that held it. “What are you doing?”
Rill caught the seat and tossed it over the branch again. “When I hung it yesterday, I hung it at a height for swinging.” He caught the seat in his hands before it flew straight into his cock. “For what I have in mind, it needed to be up a bit higher.” He pushed back the varnished wood plank with one hand and glanced pointedly at it.
“Have a seat, Katie.”
Katie’s smile faded. Heat simmered between her thighs. She’d caught the hint of amusement in Rill’s voice, but the sudden hard gleam in his blue eyes sobered her.
Aroused her.
She walked toward him cautiously and took the seat he proffered her.
“What’s got you so worked up?” she asked. The wooden seat felt warm beneath her thighs and ass.
“I’d written two complete scenes before I looked out the window and saw you,” he said as he grasped the sides of the wooden plank. He pulled her toward him and continued in a mild tone. “I wanted to write another scene. It was right there, in my mind. Good stuff. Brilliant, even.” Katie opened her thighs and hugged his hips with her knees. He pressed the edge of the swing against the tops of his thighs and—Katie couldn’t help but notice—along the ridge of his erection. “But instead, I looked into the yard and saw you on this swing, and all those brilliant ideas were gone in a puff of smoke.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, actually meaning it. He hadn’t written in so long, after all.
“Are you?” he murmured. She blinked, realizing she’d been staring at his mouth, which was just inches away from her own. The sun warmed her naked skin, creating a thick, sweet torpor in her flesh. A delicious feeling of anticipation prickled beneath her skin and created a tingling feeling in her clit. She scooted forward on the smooth, warm wood and pressed her opened pussy against Rill’s hard crotch.
“I am,” she whispered. “I’ll make it up to you. You can ravish me, if you’d like.”
His dark brows rose. “I would like. But you don’t have to give permission. I would have taken what I wanted anyway.”
His head swooped down. His kiss was hard and demanding, stealing her breath. She experienced the strength of his hunger in that kiss. It felt like an assault on her senses. The sun felt warm and gentle on her skin, but inside, Katie’s temperature quickly rose to a low boil. He flexed his arms and rubbed her pussy against his straining cock. He groaned, deep and rough, and released his hold on the swing.
Katie cried out in surprise and gripped the ropes as she flew backward a few feet. Rill walked forward and caught the seat on the swing, stilling it. He stepped back and inspected her. She’d been about to speak, but when she saw the expression on his face as he stared at her lap, the words faded.
“Spread your thighs wide, Katie,” he said quietly.
She opened her legs until her outer thighs touched the ropes attached to the swing. She felt the sun-warmed air tickle her sensitive, exposed flesh, but it was nothing compared to Rill’s gaze. His stare made her burn.
“Look at you. Like a flower opening to the sun,” he murmured, looking mesmerized. “Lean back in the swing a little.”