The Brothers Rule - Carolyn Faulkner Page 0,78

almost flat on her back, and his hand eagerly found the waistband of her shorts. "You really don't have to bother with that; I can tell you already."

"Oh?" he asked, his grin becoming downright shit eating as he leaned over her anyway. "And why would that be, Mrs. Rule, pray tell?"

She gasped as he moved his big paw down her belly to cover her mons.

"Open your legs for me, Laurie." The firmness of his tone made her situation that much worse.

She did as he told her to, but not without whimpering in soft protest as he immediately claimed the area she had made open to him.

"Mmm, you are so wet!" He swirled his fingers around at her seeping entrance and brought their tips to his nose, inhaling deeply as if he was enjoying the bouquet of a fine wine. "Damn! I'm going to have to hold a backpack or a magazine in front of me or something when we go in!" Then he compounded his own discomfort by licking her scent carefully from each digit.

"You may sit up now, but I'm going to need a few minutes before I can escort you in."

She didn't say anything, but she was quite flattered by how aroused he'd gotten from what he'd done.

It was a burger and fry joint that offered homemade ice cream, so they indulged themselves in both, along with milkshakes and a sundae that they got two spoons for, although he ate the lion's share.

It was only another hour or so to where they would park, and then a bit of a hike in with all of their stuff, but they got there long before the sun set.

Even after they'd set up their relatively simple camp—especially in comparison to what he'd done before for her—there were several hours before they'd lose the light.

Adam sat down in his camp chair and watched her for a moment as she finished up setting up the small stove and organized a makeshift pantry—which was really just a neat row of "bring your own" shopping bags that held non-perishable items.

"Mrs. Rule?"

She didn't think she'd ever get used to being called that.

"Yes?"

"Leave that stuff be and come to your husband."

Laurie scooted over to stand in front of him immediately. "Yes, Sir."

"Take off your clothes. I don't think you'll be needing them much until tomorrow morning."

He watched her adopt the age old virginal pose—even though she was still fully clothed—with not a small amount of surprise, a small smile sneaking over his lips.

"Laurie, there was no one at the trail head. You know I've rarely seen anyone up here, and we hiked quite a way in." He leaned forward in his chair, hands cupping the bare backs of her thighs as he drew her toward him.

Times like this, he was struck by just how small and physically delicate she was in comparison to him.

He looked up at her, which was a novelty. "Would I ever compromise your safety or security, wife?"

"No, Sir," she answered without the slightest hesitation, and it made him feel damned near invincible that she trusted him so much—that she trusted him with herself all the time in so many ways, not the least of which was this very scenario.

"Good girl. You're right; I never, ever would."

He didn't have to say anything more than that. She believed him implicitly. It was just her natural modesty that was holding her back, but she had already placed her complete and utter trust in him, and her hands were at the hem of her shirt.

She put it on the seat of the picnic table he'd brought and left there long ago, then her bra joined it. She hesitated, naturally, for a moment, folding in on herself a bit and crossing her arms over her breasts while looking down at him, hesitation clear on her face.

Adam didn't say anything; he knew he didn't need to. He met her eyes with his openly loving ones and let her make her own decision about whether or not she wanted to continue to obey him.

Seconds later, Laurie's back straightened and she finished removing her clothes. When she'd folded her pants and put them on top of the small pile, Adam stood, placing a hand on her waist, the fingers of the other curling around the back of her neck to tilt her gaze up to his.

"You are magnificent, Mrs. Rule. I don't think I'm ever going to get sick of calling you that."

His lips found hers, melding them gently at first,