“I hope you remembered blankets.” Summer leaned forward more, draping herself over Buttons’ neck, and made a little chirruping sound to the horse. Buttons just made a brief snort and declined to move any faster. She huffed in return and settled back against Isaac again. “Just a picnic, huh?”
“Of course — I think I’ve packed around two or three, if I remember correctly,” he murmured then, eyes roaming down the stretched out expanse of her back, repressing the tempting urge to kiss down her skin, needing to remove her clothes. “Well, that was the original plan, but I’m starting to think that that is quickly changing before my very eyes?”
She just hummed archly, a soft smile on her lips. And then they broke out of the dense forest and undergrowth to a wide dell, dotted with a few huge trees casting shade, and she sat up straight with a gasp of delight. “Oh, Isaac!”