Hidden Kiss (Love Is The Law 2) by Isabella Brooke Page A

by the undignified
wriggling they had to perform, until they were both safely ensconced in the
tent, almost sitting on top of one another. Even moving just slightly forced
their bodies against each other. The inside was illuminated by a head torch
dangling from the centre of the roof of the tent, and Turner kept knocking his
forehead against it.
    "It's trying to tell me something," he said in
fake irritation.
    "What, that your head's too big?"
    "No. That I need to go…lower." He grabbed Emily's
waist and pulled her down to the mattress with him, and she wriggled as the
airbed shifted and rocked unpredictably.
    "God, it's going to make me sea sick," she
complained.
    "Let's ride the waves."
    "What's with the corny lines?"
    "Sorry. Too much wine, good company, and a sexy
lady."
    He kissed her again and she kept hold of him, as the wine
coursed through her veins and shed the last of any doubts and inhibitions she
had about what they were about to do. At first she'd thought it would be too
cold to strip off fully naked but it was amazing what a bit of heavy petting
could do to the system, and soon they were both nestled in a heap of discarded
clothing.
    They were almost fighting, worming on top of each other and
then underneath, tumbling in a shadowy, sweaty, drunken mess of frantic sex. Emily
let herself go. It was easier out here, in the wilderness and the near-dark.
His mouth explored her, all of her, though it involved some contortions and
yoga-like positions as he kissed his way right down to her toes, making her
squeal and nearly kick him as he tickled her. Then he worked his way back up,
pressing his solid body against hers, and she felt herself begin to melt.
    "You're wild tonight," he growled.
    "Too much wine," she fired back at him, clawing at
his neck to drag him down to her breasts.
    He responded willingly and she wrapped her legs around his thighs,
as her urgency built.
    When he entered her she almost came right away, with the
relief and the release of it all, but she held it back as best she could. The
uncertain movements of the airbed didn't matter at all as he built up his pace
and when he shouted and grunted, she was not far behind, feeling waves of
tension flood out of her as her body jerked and her muscles rippled.
    She couldn't think; didn't think. Turner collapsed on top of
her, rolling to one side slightly and dragging her against him to keep her warm
as the sweat cooled on her skin. She nuzzled up against him, feeling so totally
safe and cocooned. He stroked her hair and she murmured as she felt sleep creep
up to her.
    After a while, she was half-aware of Turner pushing the
clothes aside and pulling the sleeping bag up around them. She reached for him
again, pulling him back to her, and he folded his body protectively against her
back.
    Soon they were both asleep.
     

Chapter Five
     
    Polly was wrapped in so many scarves that her neck had entirely
disappeared and she looked like her face was tiny atop so many multi-coloured
layers. Her dreads were piled under a cable-knit woolly hat and she jumped from
one foot to the other constantly, trying to keep warm.
    "It's May, for god's sake. I mean… May! I can't believe
you went camping in this."
    "It wasn't this cold," Emily said. She, too, was
huddled in warm clothing as they stood by the folding table, dishing out hot
pies and drinks to the line of homeless folk.
    "Two nights!"
    "Yeah, well, that second night was a mistake. I spent
all day today in a hot bath, trying to thaw out, and get rid of the knots in my
muscles. Air beds are not comfortable."
    "It was good of you to come out then, tonight, after
all that. Thanks, pet."
    "It's all right."
    Emily and Turner had enjoyed a great pub lunch on Sunday and
then he'd dropped her home. She'd been in the bath nearly an hour, with two
top-ups of warm water, when Polly had rung asking for a huge favour. The
weather forecast was for a cold snap, and she knew they'd extra help on the
soup kitchen run.
    Emily was more