Faelan shivered in the cool spring air, but whether it was from being divested of his shirt or because of where they were, he didn't know. Padma wasn't just teasing him. She had purpose in her gaze and her fingers, and his immediate thought was to get inside. Granted, the grass they were sprawled on was far from the house, near the edge of the woods with the creek babbling below them, but anyone coming out of the house for an afternoon stroll would be able to see them.
"Padma," he warned softly, "we're outside and..." Softly, he moaned, Padma's hands scratching their way down his back until her fingertips slipped inside his jeans.
They were awfully far from the house, and they hadn't done this in days and days, and he wasn't made of stone.
He kissed her again, pace faster and more determined, and he slid his own hand to push her sari up her legs.