"At first he set the various items on the foot of the sleeping bag, but after a couple of seconds, he simply turned the container over and dumped out the contents. "Be here, be here, be here," he muttered as he pawed through everything. Then he grabbed a square packet in triumph. "Got one." She couldn't help smiling. "Only one?" He grinned. "We'll have to be creative after that." He handed her the condom, then clicked off the light. "Where was I?" he asked. "You can pretty much be anywhere you want to be," she told him. "Good. Then I want to be here." He pulled off her panties in one smooth move. Then there was nothing. She tensed in anticipation. A whisper of breath was her only warning. One second he was beside her, the next, he kissed the inside of her ankle. She jumped in surprise. "What are you doing?" she asked, even as she parted her thighs. "You're a smart woman. You figure it out." He kissed his way up to her knee, then moved between her legs and nibbled higher. Up and up and up until he pressed an openmouthed kiss just at that hollow by her hip. "That's not right," he teased, even as he licked her tummy. "I was looking for something else." Anticipation had reached such a fevered pitch that Phoebe wasn't sure she could talk--even to give directions. She could only send loud telepathic messages instructing Zane on the right place to press that tongue of his. Fortunately, the man was pretty darned good at mind reading. He slipped from her tummy to the promised land in three seconds flat. This time, she didn't have warning, but that was okay. She didn't mind the surprise of his gentle caress pleasuring the most intimate parts of her. She parted her legs even more and raised her hips in a silent invitation. He moved slowly, discovering, tasting, whispering how good this all was for him. She wanted to tell him he should try it from her perspective, but she couldn't form words. She couldn't even think. All she could do was feel the liquid heat spiraling through her."