began to tremble； she
clutched Mitch's shoulders。 They were made for that； for clutching。 They
were large； solid； and warm。
But part of being pleasured was pleasuring back。 It was instinctive； and
no hardship at all； because she was hungry。 What he did satisfied her
for only a short time。 She moved her mouth and found more； moved her
tongue and found even more； and above it all were the throaty sounds
Mitch made； telling her that he was getting hotter。
When he murmured； 〃Christ；〃 there was awe in his tone。 Incredibly；
though； he backed up。 He sat down hard on the floor； draped his forearms
over bent knees； and his forehead on his wrists。 〃Christ； 〃 he
whispered； then raised his head。 His eyes were filled with amusement and
sex。
It was a minute before the sex part faded。 Then he threw back his head；
dragged in a long breath； and hauled himself to his feel。 From a safe
distance； he said； 〃About your hair。 You'll need to wear something red
or orange if you're going to hike with me tomorrow morning。 It's
deer…hunting season。〃
They spent the better part of the next morning in the woods。 It was
cold； but Mitch kept her moving； leading her over trails she had never
explored； through gullies she had never seen。 A red wool cap kept her
head warm； mittens warmed her hands。
With the trees bare of leaves； vistas were open as they hadn't