"You don't know that." Her breathing was already turning shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly against his. "Someone could be walking their dog. Someone could be cutting through to the station."
"Let them walk," Akira said, moving his mouth up to her earlobe. He took the soft flesh between his lips and sucked gently.
Yuki shivered violently, her knees buckling just a fraction. "Ah! Akira, wait. You can't just do that."
"Do what?" he asked innocently, his warm breath fanning her ear.
"Find exactly what makes my legs give out in five seconds. It's not fair."
"I'm just paying attention," he replied. He brought his hands up, catching both of her wrists. He guided her arms upward, pressing her wrists flat against the tree trunk above her head. He didn't grip her hard enough to hurt, just firmly enough to let her know she was restrained.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice dropping to a breathless whisper.
"Holding you in place," he said. "You're fidgeting."
