CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN – OUT IN THE OPEN

With little preamble, his questing hands grew more insistent, his wandering caresses boldly drifting over the swell of her breasts, her lower back, the flare of her hips. Madison couldn't completely smother the soft whimper that escaped her at the overwhelming sensations - it truly had been far too long since she'd been touched with such hunger, such ravenous singularity of carnal intent. Jean-Pierre hummed his approval at her responsiveness before capturing her mouth in another scorching kiss, his tongue sweeping between her lips to lay exhilaratingly intimate claim. One of her hands fisted the expensive fabric of his suit jacket as the other threaded into the silken strands at his nape, desperately seeking an anchor in the dizzying onslaught of sensation. Seeming to sense her need, Jean-Pierre abruptly reversed their positions, pinning her gently but firmly against the gnarled trunk of the tree behind her. One thick thigh insistently nudged between her parted legs as his calloused