Heath smiled conspiratorially at Nicole and, taking her hand, led her to a hay-filled corner. They’d acted on impulse, letting their sudden aching desires dictate their actions. So much of the honeymoon had been this way; spontaneous sidetracks from the main road, urgent fucking in barely concealed public places: the park, the information booth, the gas station toilet. Their hunger for each other was paramount. They could have gone sightseeing in a desert and it wouldn’t have made a difference. Every place was an Eden and every moment was marked by wet, hard obsession. Read more >>>