Sometimes dreams really did come true, Booth thought.

He had dreamt of having Jane naked in his arms again too many times to count. Surprisingly, sex had not been on his agenda when he’d brought her to his campsite. He’d been genuinely worried about her camera equipment. And for sure, if he’d intended on making this dream come true on purpose, he’d have picked a better place for it than on top of a sleeping bag that still smelled like plastic. Jane deserved better than that. And yet, if memory served, privacy was in such short supply back when they were kids, neither of them had been too particular about location.

It was the card that had done it, the ritual card. Funny, he’d kicked himself so many times for keeping that thing, told himself he was being stupid, especially since he’d long ago memorized the steps. He’d also told himself the reason he held it for a quiet moment before every game was for luck. Every NHL player had a pre-game routine. Some guys were manic about it and went nuts if their routine was altered in any way. Some guys didn’t bat an eyelash if something went wrong. Booth was somewhere in the middle. Usually, he’d arrive at the rink and before removing his suit, he would sit with the card in his hands and perform the five steps. Breathe. Relax. Happy place. Nix the negative. Pep talk. Usually, he could complete it in few minutes. Sometimes there was a lot going on and steps four and five took a while. Either way, he always held the card, always. That part didn’t change.

And now, he owned up to the fact that the real, deeper reason he’d kept that card was because it was a link to Jane, a reminder that when you have something good going, you have to pay attention and not take it for granted because one day, no matter what you do, that something good might be taken away. Or you might make a bonehead move and ruin everything.

He looked down, still in shock that she was here with him, naked, and wanting him as much as he wanted her. This was a miracle and one he didn’t intend on wasting. Yes, this was a less than ideal setting. The ground was fucking hard even with the foam cushion—he knew that from only one night of trying to sleep on it. But honestly, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the fact that Jane was here with him and for the next little while, she was his.

Hot damn. She looked so beautiful. Even though her hair was in a girlish ponytail like the Jane of old, she was all woman now. There was knowledge and experience in her eyes that excited him. She knew what she wanted from him and he was more than willing to give it to her. Her pale skin was so smooth and perfect, so soft to the touch. Her nipples were still wet and hard and he couldn’t resist returning to them. He laved and sucked on them until she was panting then he kissed his way down her torso.

He was just past her bellybutton when her hand came into view. She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at a tattoo he hadn’t noticed before. It said, “I am mine before I am anyone else’s.”

“Remember this,” she said after catching his gaze. “It’s going to be true forever.”

He gave her a wry grin. “That is, I believe, the whole point of a tattoo.”

She laughed as he brushed his thumb over it. “But I understand,” he said.

Drawn by the tantalizing scent of her, he nosed at her curls and inhaled deeply. The sweet and spicy feminine bouquet overwhelmed his senses. Flattening his tongue, he gave her a slow, soft lick and she shuddered.

“It’s an excellent motto,” he murmured, continuing with the gentle strokes, “but I want you to be mine for now, Janie, just for a little while.”

“Booth…”

“Just for a little while,” he said again. “You won’t regret it. Give yourself to me. Please.”

She didn’t say anything for one agonizing moment, but then she breathed the answer he wanted to hear. “All right.”

Having gotten full permission, he turned his attention to her gorgeous pussy. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever truly looked at it before. Back in the day, He’d always been in such a hurry to get inside it, he’d never paid attention to the sublime details. She was pink and plump near the entrance, but near her clit were delicate, darker pink frills, as if her body was compelled to both protect, and then when the time was right, present the tiny bud as a treasure.

Spreading her wider, he explored and teased with lips and tongue. The sweet piquant taste of her was perfect. He wanted to feast on it for hours. All the while, she encouraged him with soft moans, subtle shifts of her hips, her hands delving into his hair. Calling upon his skills of observation, he paid attention to what she liked, what was revving her engine and when he thought the time was right, he stopped teasing and got serious.

By now her moans had gotten louder. The grip she had on his head was strong. Her clit seemed to be straining toward his mouth and he zeroed in on it with one goal in mind—to make her come and come hard—and when she did finally climax, her back arched and she went rigid. He didn’t stop sucking that tiny button, in fact, he slid his middle finger deep inside and flexed it, causing her to cry out again. Her pussy contracted rhythmically and Booth loved watching her surrender to the pleasure, even though his cock and balls ached. When it seemed as if her orgasm had begun to wane, he got one of condoms and put it on as quickly as he could.

Even though she seemed thoroughly wrung out, her eyes only half open, she whispered, “Hurry.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Rising up over her, he balanced on one elbow while he wedged the tip of his cock at her entrance. The initial resistance was exquisite. He increased the pressure and the head slid inside. Breathing hard, he paused a moment, pulled back and pushed forward. Again and again he repeated this, going deeper with each thrust until he was fully, mercifully, marvelously sheathed. They were groin to groin now, as close as a man and woman could be. He gazed down at her and drank in the sight of her flushed face and the sexually sated look in her eye.

“It’s good, right?” he asked.

She nodded, rubbing his flank with her leg.

He was moving slowly, pulling almost all the way out before easing his way back in. It was excruciatingly intense, but he held an iron grip on his control. He’d been waiting eleven years for this. He was going to take his time.

“I missed this. I missed us,” he said.

Closing her eyes, she nodded again. Whether that was agreement that she missed it too or just an acknowledgement that he’d spoken, he wasn’t sure, but he decided not to push her.

He had better and more important things to do, like make her come again.

He kissed her as he moved inside her, deep long strokes in a steady rhythm. He had to build her all the way back up again before he came himself, but the pleasure was so intense. When he lifted his head, he noticed she was wincing as if in pain.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, I…”

That’s when he realized what the problem was and immediately felt like an idiot.

“Let’s switch places,” he suggested, withdrawing. “I forgot how hard the ground is.”

The relieved look on her face told him he was right and he told himself he’d make it up to her right now. He’d fuck her so good, she’d forget about his thoughtless mistake.

In no time, she was atop him and impaling herself again on his stiff cock.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he said, in awe as she rode him.

He loved being able to watch her and touch almost any part of her body that he wanted while they were joined. He reached out to cup and squeeze her heavy breasts, to tweak her nipples, then slid his hands up and down her flanks. He gripped her thighs and caressed the smooth skin of her belly and then her gorgeous ass. It was glorious.

When she seemed to grow tired, he grasped her around the waist and began to thrust. By this time he was delirious with need. Sweat had dampened the hair at her temples and she had her palms flat on his chest. He held her in an iron grip. The steamy tent was filled with the rhythmic slap of their bodies and her gasps of pleasure.

He was almost at the end of his rope when she finally cried out and came. Fuck, he could feel her pussy contracting around him as he, too, lost control. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, his cock jerking inside her. He watched her the entire time, committing as much as he could to memory, just in case this never happened again. He’d learned the hard way not to take Jane for granted.

At last, as the ecstasy subsided, she came to rest on top of him. He wrapped one arm around her back and placed his other across her rump as he kissed her deeply. He didn’t want to let her go any time soon. As far as he was concerned, the rain could keep falling. He was in no hurry to return to civilization.

Unfortunately, Mother Nature ignored his wish and the storm abated, but Booth found he was okay with that. They’d turned a corner, he and Janie. He was of the opinion that she didn’t give her body to anyone lightly, a point in his favor. At this rate, they’d be a couple by the end of the week. And God, he wanted that.

He wanted that more than anything.

* * *

As they hiked back to the camp proper, Jane felt disconnected with reality. Not three short weeks ago Booth MacDonald been a distant memory, and now she was basking in the afterglow of the most fantastic sex she’d had in…well, ever.

Booth was, hands down, the best lover she’d ever had. It wasn’t just skill, although he had that in abundance. It was the fact that he was so focused on her and her pleasure. Other guys she’d slept with, including Dylan, seemed to consider foreplay an obligatory, somewhat dishonest task, like kissing your boss’s ass so you’d get a promotion. It was a necessary evil.

But not Booth. It was obvious all he wanted was to make her feel good. Not only that, but he liked going down on her, as evidenced by the amount of time he spent licking between her thighs. She was more accustomed to a minute or so of warm-up down south before she was expected to reciprocate for a much longer amount of time. Experiencing generosity in bed was a rarity for her. Was Booth always like this or was he just trying to make a good first impression? And what about tonight? Was she going to send him back to sleep in the woods? Probably not. But she didn’t exactly want him moving all his gear into the cabin either.

When she and Booth arrived at Moon Bug 9 so she could change clothes for the dance lesson, she found another sealed envelope on the floor just inside.

Assuming it was more long-distance groveling from Dylan, she tossed it on the table and told Booth, “I just need a few minutes.”

“Okay.” He sat on the bed and watched her remove the over-sized T-shirt and shorts and then turn to her suitcase. She was perusing her selection when he came up behind her, put his hands on her hips and pulled her back against his body.

He was hard.

“Booth, we just did it half an hour ago.”

He pressed his mouth against her neck, making her shiver. “And your point is?”

Impulsively, she turned, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hoisted herself up so she could wrap her legs around his hips, and Booth, having those lightning reflexes, cupped her bottom and supported some of her weight.

It felt glorious. His stiff shaft was rubbing her right where she needed it as he ravaged her mouth, filling it with his tongue. That he was able to hold her so easily thrilled her and made her feel deliciously feminine.

He went to the bed and laid her down on the mattress. “Jane, I want you again. I can’t help it.”

“I know,” she said, “I want you too.”

He pulled a condom out of his shorts pocket and five others fluttered to the ground. Moments later, he was on top of her and taking his place in the cradle of her thighs. Her body welcomed him eagerly and she gasped at the sharpness of the pleasure. He didn’t seem too interested in drawing things out this time, but that was fine with her. His thrusts were hard and strong and fast, the sound of his rough breathing, exciting.

“Janie, you feel so good,” he said, over and over. “I want you to come for me, sweetheart. I need you to come.”

As if he had a unique power over her body, just a few more hard thrusts sent her over the edge. She inhaled sharply as the climax, swift and intense, claimed her.

“Yes,” he grunted, still thrusting. “That’s it, Janie. Oh, fuck. I’m coming.”

His body stiffened above hers and she wrapped her legs around him tightly as if trying to pull him even farther into her body, if that was even possible. He took her mouth again in a hard kiss, grinding himself against her.

Afterward, he slowly relaxed, letting more of his weight press her down into the mattress, which she loved. She caressed his back and shoulders as he murmured endearments to her between kisses to her face and lips.

“I think we should just stay here in bed for the rest of the afternoon,” he said. “It might rain again.”

She rolled her eyes. “So what? We just get a little wet.”

“One of us gets very wet,” he said with a lascivious waggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh, stop it. Twice in one afternoon ought to be enough for anyone. I want to go to that dancing lesson remember?” she asked with a light shove at his shoulders. It didn’t budge him.

“I hate dancing. I think I’m going to pass and go get a bite to eat at the mess hall.”

“No you’re not,” she said, shoving him harder. This time he got off her. “You promised you’d come with me.”

“I did just come with you. I came in you,” he said with a grin as he headed to the bathroom.

“Not what I meant,” she said, laughing as he closed the door.

When he came out, she was again struck at how freaking gorgeous he was. In the tent, it had been dim and cramped, but here, he was standing tall. Really tall. He was well over six feet and beautifully proportioned with wide, muscled shoulders, nicely furred pectorals and abs, thick thighs and hard calves. Basically her own personal Thor.

Booth grinned when he saw she was checking him out and did a slow circle with his arms raised like a body-builder in competition. She scoffed at him even as she inwardly gawked at his perfect ass. It looked as if it had been chiseled from a hunk of stone.

“Nice, huh?” he said, completing the turn.

“Very nice, but you need to put clothes on for the dance thing.”

His face fell. “Come on. Jane, I really don’t want to go.”

She flung the covers aside and got out of bed. “Fine. Don’t go.”

She grabbed one of the outfits Everett had lent her and started putting it on with jerky moments. Disappointment had flared more sharply than appropriate, considering the circumstances, but she didn’t stop to analyze why.

Obviously puzzled, Booth came over. “Hey, you’re really mad. What’s wrong? Why is it so important I learn to dance?”

She buttoned up the blouse, her fingers shaking slightly, which pissed her off even more. Not only that but to her horror, she felt tears prick her eyes and damn it, she was not going to cry over this because it really shouldn’t have been this upsetting. It was just a fun activity that, before she’d known Booth was here at camp, she’d been perfectly willing to go to alone.

“It’s not important that you learn to dance,” she said. “I couldn’t care less if you actually learn anything.”

“Then what’s the big deal? What’s going on?”

She took a deep breath. “It’s just…” She shook her head and realized what the problem was even as she uttered the words. “You promised me you’d go, that’s all.”

Booth had backed out on her and it seemed as though her heart had been on guard for this very thing and now, as expected, he had reneged. See? He’s no different than Dylan after all, it seemed to be saying. She wanted to believe otherwise and she fully realized this was just a stupid dance class. And yet, it felt symbolic. Was it a harbinger of what she could expect in the future? Forgiveness was a good thing, unless it became the staple of a relationship as it had with Dylan.

But as she stood there, half-dressed and glaring at him, he clasped her upper arms gently and said, “Okay. I’m not sure what’s going on here. There’s some kind of subtext I’m not picking up on, but if it’s that important to you, I’ll go.”

She didn’t know if it was his soothing touch or the tone of his voice, but as quickly as the emotions had been stirred up, they suddenly calmed. She tried to remember if this had ever happened with Dylan, whether he’d ever followed through after all. She didn’t think so, and now she felt embarrassed.

“Okay. I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I’m not that much of a drama queen.”

He kissed her forehead. “You sure about that? I seem to remember getting whacked by a pretty big purse.”

She gasped and her cheeks flooded with heat, but he was already enfolding her into his arms. “I’m just teasing you. Like I said, for some reason this is important to you, and I’m okay with that, but all you have to do from now on is just say so. Just say, ‘Booth, it’s important to me that you do xyz,’ and that’ll be that. No little mini fit necessary.”

She wanted to protest, but thought better of it. “It was a mini fit, wasn’t it?”

“Yep. You even threw something.”

“I did not.”

“You threw the covers.”

She made a face, presented with more evidence that she really did deserve the title of drama queen. “Right again,” she said, “much as I hate to admit it.”

“So, that means I don’t have to go now, right? Just kidding. No, ow.” He laughed as she mock punched him in the arm. “I was just kidding!”