Chapter 9 #2
After he lathered her entire back, she glanced over her shoulder to watch as he used his cupped hands to gather the cool water from the small stream and pour it over her back.
It cooled her down enough to notice the details of his hands.
They were scarred but marked by strong tendons and long fingers with just the slightest bit of a claw tip.
Yet, his touch was gentle as he worked to get every last bit of soap on her back.
He slid around to kneel on both knees in front of her and soaped the rag once more. The minute he laid the cloth on her chest and began slowly circling around her collarbone, her breath caught in her throat.
She stared at him. His jaw tightened to breaking, he watched his hand. In a momentary lapse of her judgement, she let a soft sound escape her throat. His gaze lifted, clashing hard with hers.
His hand stilled. Liv stared at him, waiting to see what he would do next. With a low growl, the rag slipped from his hand and his fingers wrapped around the back of her head, sinking into her damp hair. He pulled her toward him as he lowered his mouth to hers.
The minute their lips touched, a firestorm erupted in her mid-section. His other hand splayed over her lower back as they rose up to their knees, his chest rubbing against her hardened nipples, sending tendrils of sensation racing through her body.
Around them, the cool air of the small cave did nothing to calm the passion between them as Liv grasped the back of his shirt and held on for dear life. Her heart hammered in her chest, her body fitted close enough to his to feel every dip and bulge, and she wondered if he knew his effect on her.
His lips slanted over hers as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth to duel with hers.
A moan slipped free from deep inside her body as she felt her passion grow to dizzying levels, and when she felt the hard ridge of his erection, she noticed the answering wetness of her sex in reaction.
This was crazy! She was kissing the man who had kidnapped her and planned to use her to destroy her father. Maybe she was suffering from some mental malady, but right now, she couldn’t seem to care about how insane this was. Not when it felt this good to be in his arms.
And he wasn’t just some stranger. He had been a part of her young life, more significant than she could have imagined.
He had been hope to a very lost little girl, and right now, he was everything right and good in this moment.
She couldn’t have stopped even if the cave around them came crashing down on their heads.
She felt Rise begin to shift position as he broke the kiss and lifted her with his hands.
He fell backwards with a grunt onto the sandy floor of the cave and laid flat on his back as she straddled him and fell forward, flattened on his chest. She couldn’t stop the urge to grind over him, and she knew she’d done something right when he groaned and lifted his hips for more.
Feeling like letting a little more of the temptress inside her out, she sat up, running her hands along his chest. She looked down at him, and her lips parted at the intense hunger in his stare.
He wanted her.
He might not like her, but he wanted her.
She knew her current slips of fabric that served as a bra and underwear didn’t leave much to his imagination, yet, in a gravelly voice, he asked, “Take everything off. I want to see you. Now.”
It seemed wicked to be the only one unclothed, but she crossed her arms and hooked her fingers beneath her bra, pulling it upward, freeing her aching breasts.
His hips thrust upward once more and a groan that sounded like he was in pain lifted from deep in his chest. But she knew it wasn’t pain that drove the urge to get inside her.
She could see the desire stoked in his eyes.
His hands gripped her hips as she undulated over him.
It was clear what he desired. And as crazy as it was, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
She was about to have sex with her kidnapper.
Why not? It would take a pack of heliskrats to bring this moment to a full stop.
And what was the harm? As soon as her sister showed up, this whole side-trip was over anyway.
If she got a little action while she was waiting, who could blame her?
It’s not like strong men cranked her up all the time.
Most of the time, her independence and badassery was enough to chase away any takers.
It had been well over a year since she’d even gotten an opportunity, and it had ended too quickly and been meaningless.
She knew this time would be different. With Rise, it would be different. She began to lower herself toward him, wanting to feel their mouths touch once more.
Yet, in an instant, Liv stilled. As it turned out, the fall of a mountain wasn’t needed to pull their attention away from hot sex on the sandy floor of a cave. It was an unfamiliar voice calling from somewhere outside.
Liv stilled her hips and cocked her head to the side. She placed her hands on his chest and began to push up. He gripped her forearms and when she looked at him, she realized he hadn’t heard the voice.
“We’re not alone.”
“Dufuq you say?” The passion slowly cleared from his gaze, and he reluctantly let her go, allowing her to sit up fully. He propped himself on his elbows as she slid off the obvious bulge in his pants, the evidence of her effect on him.
“Someone is outside, yelling loudly.”
His gaze hardened, and he groaned, running his hand down his face. “Whoever it is, they’re dead.”
She couldn’t help the tiny smile that graced her lips.
As she turned away and retrieved her bandeau bra and his shirt he offered earlier, he sat up fully and rested an arm on a lifted knee, hiding from her that part of him that had to be throbbing painfully right now.
Once she was covered completely, he stood slowly and started for the entrance.
She picked up her bow and arrows, slung them on her back, and ran to catch up to him with a sigh. Part of her hoped it was her sister, but another part of her was quite pissed off that she’d be left frustrated if it were.
Her body ached with unsatisfied desire. So much for a little side-action.
If it was her sister, she wouldn’t allow Rise to hurt her, no matter how unmet his needs were.
But, if she were being honest, at least at first, Liv might not welcome her with open arms. If she weren’t careful, Val might accidentally walk her face right into Liv’s open palm. Accidentally, of course.