Chapter 22 #2
“I’m taken with you too,” she whispered. “So take me.”
“Wait, I have to—”
She didn’t give him a chance to finish. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. She pressed her mouth to his, urgent and filled with desire. She wanted nothing else except to be close to him. He slanted his mouth over hers and she melted into the kiss, her entire body going limp with desire.
She flung aside her covers and they snuggled deep into their own thrilling, intimate world.
He ran his hands along her sides, tugging down her pajama pants, pushing up her ribbed tank.
She was already so hot for him that she couldn’t hold back her whimpers.
Under the covers, steam gathered from their heating bodies.
He flung off the covers, then rose onto his knees. Taking charge. Her heart pounded.
He drew her up as well, then turned her so her back was to him.
In that position, he had free rein of her body, her breasts, her belly, the wet, throbbing triangle between her thighs.
He fingered her delicately at first, finding the right spot, helped by the hand she added to his.
She didn’t believe in being shy about something as important as an orgasm.
She felt his hard erection at her back, and reached back to fondle him. After last night, he already felt familiar, but in a good way, like she knew how to please him, and she was fully confident that he would please her.
Like the way he pressed between her legs, oh God, yes, just like that, more, more…
With his other hand he plucked at her nipples and she barely managed to stifle a loud yelp. No rain tonight to mask their sounds. She bit her lip and expressed herself with her body instead, flexing and undulating in rhythm with his clever fingers.
She came so hard she had to turn her head and bury her cries in the warm nook of his neck. He held her tightly against him, murmuring sweet things in her ear—you’re so beautiful, you’re a goddess, you feel so fucking good.
When her breathing had slowed closer to normal, he pushed her down onto her elbows and knees.
A moment while he located one of her condoms and rolled it on, and then he was back.
He reached around to make sure she was still wet enough for deep penetration, then eased his erection inside her.
She closed her eyes as his thick flesh filled her up.
She lost herself in his slow thrusts. He took his time, savoring every move, locating hidden secret spots of pleasure. Each one felt like the first one, as if every moment with him was new and fresh, yet also primal and inevitable.
She delighted in his climax just as much as her own. What pure pleasure to feel him lose his cool as he emptied himself inside her. They trembled together like leaves buffeted by the wind. She thought about how some birds, like swifts and falcons, mated in midair.
The air had brought this man to her, and here they were. Mating.
The thought made her laugh. He collapsed onto his back and held her to him. “What’s funny? Did I make weird sounds?”
“No, I was just thinking about bird sex. Don’t you think it’s interesting that you love flying and I love birds?”
She could barely see his smile in the dark. “I think everything about you is interesting.”
That might be the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her. They were quiet for a long enough time that she thought maybe he’d finally gone to sleep. Then he lifted himself on one elbow.
“Lincoln’s awake.”
“Is he okay?”
“He’s…himself. He knows what happened, he knows what’s going on. He wants to leave right away. He doesn’t think it’s safe for either of us here. That’s why I came here, to say goodbye.”
“What?” She sat bolt upright. “You’re leaving right now, in the middle of the night? That’s crazy.”
“I told him the same thing. But he doesn’t listen to me. Another one for the ‘I told you so’ files.” He caressed her face. “I just wanted to see you one last time. But he’s waiting for me. I told him I needed some time to get my stuff together, pack some food and water, that sort of thing.”
He swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“Rory.” Her voice sounded like a wail. “This is a bad idea. Give me a few minutes, I’ll get dressed and come with you guys.”
“He doesn’t want anyone else to come. He’s worried there’s an informant here. He might be a little paranoid, or maybe not. I don’t know.”
“That’s ridiculous.” Although now that she thought about it, how had those kidnappers found him so quickly? Maybe someone in the camp had seen the chance to cash in on Lincoln’s surprise appearance.
“Yeah. Maybe.” He was already pulling on his clothes, his body hard and beautiful in the dim light.
She scrambled out of bed. “You don’t even know the way. I’ll talk to him. I rescued him, after all.”
“I can’t stop you, but Lincoln is a stubborn man.”
“I’m stubborn too, everyone says so. Besides, he doesn’t care about you. He’s looking out for himself. Who’s going to watch your back?”
He caught her to him and gave her such a passionate look that her knees went wobbly. “I…You know I…care about you.”
She knew without a doubt that he wanted to say something different. Something more.
“I need you to be safe, Mathilda.”
“We’re safer together.” With that, she dodged under his arm, stuck her feet into her boots, and headed out of the tent.