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  She stared past him at a photo on the wall of two bear cubs playing in a river. Well, maybe she was mad too. At the situation. With the person pursuing her. And the fact several people had died now as a result.

  She also wanted to slip into bed and find some escape.

  Grabbing the hem of her top, she ripped it overhead and kicked off her boots.

  Ross watched her a moment and then did the same until he stood shirtless and in socked feet in front of her.

  When she reached to the button of her jeans, his hands dropped too.

  “How long are we staying?” To hell with sleep—she found a new escape plan.

  She slid down her zipper.

  He was a step behind her, working open his belt. “Only long enough to catch a few hours of sleep.”

  Staring straight at him, she shoved her jeans down her hips and stepped out of them. He traced her every move, his gaze locking her in place. Tingles zipped along her nerves, and her nipples hardened at the brush of his eyes over her skin.

  He set his handgun on the small fake wood table and shed his jeans too.

  Her breath caught. Facing the nearly naked man in her bra and panties unnerved the hell out of her.

  “Why are you angry with me?” she spat.

  His eyes appeared to darken. In one step he reached her. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her against him. Staring into her eyes, he rumbled, “I’m not angry with you. I’m furious with the people after you.”

  Then he crushed his mouth to hers.

  They fell to the bed. Grabbing her thigh, he pulled her leg up around his hip. His erection rubbed against her neediest point. As he ground his cock into her, she parted her lips on a cry.

  He captured her mouth again, plunging his tongue inside to stroke across hers. Dark hunger gripped her. She was under the Ross Wynton spell. As a teen, it hadn’t occurred to her they could be like this…but some innate sense told her if he ever touched her, it would be primal and urgent.

  It was better than her girlish fantasies.

  Pattering her fingers over the muscles layered on his spine, she gripped his shoulders. With a groan, he rocked his cock into her again. And again.

  “You better not stop halfway through like last time,” she warned.

  He wore the same intense, dead serious expression. “Not a chance.”

  He attacked her throat, setting her on fire with blazing kisses and the coarse stubble of his angled jaw. She squeezed her eyes shut, losing herself in the only man she could see herself wanting for the rest of her days.

  He bit into her earlobe, and her pussy squeezed as though he knew the location of her button and when to press it. While she explored his body with her hands, she rubbed against him. The swollen head of his cock nudged her clit. His sharp groan rocked her.

  Twisting her head, she found his mouth. They collided with a bruising crush of lips. Her core pulsed. Her panties were drenched.

  Ross skated a hand over her breast, barely brushing her aching nipple—where had her bra gone?—and continued on. When he hooked his finger in her panties and pulled the soaking cloth aside, her heart trilled.

  Gazing into her eyes, he rubbed his cock over her bared slit.

  She shoved his underwear over his buttocks. “Take these off,” she rasped.

  He pushed off the bed, biceps flexing by her ears, and stood at the end of the bed. Chest heaving, he slowly drew her panties down her hips and off her feet.

  She stopped breathing. A glance from the man left her panting. If he didn’t touch her soon, she’d…she’d…combust.

  Planting a knee on the mattress, he leaned over her. Watching her reaction, he worked his fingertips up her inner thigh and paused at her center.

  Lines of tension formed around his hard lips.

  “Don’t stop,” she rasped.

  In one thrust, he stretched her with two fingers. Maybe it was three—she couldn’t think beyond the extreme pleasure of him fingering her.

  Or his intense stare as he watched what he did to her. She thrashed against his fingers, taking him deeper inside her until she had no idea of anything separating them from being one person.

  Totally lost and not caring what happened to her after this, she gave herself up to his slow, thorough plunges and frantic, come-for-me thrusts. Her breaths came out as sobs and her heart tripled its beat. The scientist in her took note of her body reacting to his nearness—a rise in hormones. A dump of endorphins in her brain.

  He dragged his tongue over his lower lip. “Don’t try to hold back with me, honey. I always get what I want.”

  Chapter Nine

  She was holding back, goddammit, and he wouldn’t have it. He didn’t want some half-cocked orgasm from the woman. He wanted wild abandon. Primal screams. He wanted her to soak his fingers and the bed beneath her.

  As he worked his digits in and out of her tight canal, he monitored her face. When he glided his fingertip over one spot, her eyelids fluttered. Her pulse flickered faster at the base of her throat.

  He withdrew his fingers and swirled them over her clit, forcing it into a stiff bud. She thumped her heel on the mattress in dismay.

  “You want more of this?” He dipped only the tips of his fingers into her pussy.

  She cried out.

  “Or this?” He pulled free and stuck out his long tongue.

  “Oh God!”

  He knelt at the side of the bed. Her pussy was inches from his lips and tongue, and the scent of her arousal had his cock pounding. His blood pounding.

  He spread her thighs and flattened his tongue over her clit. She arched on a cry.

  Using all he’d ever learned about pleasuring a woman, he doubled his efforts on Pippa. Whatever force drove him to give her the best experience of her life had him eating her pussy like a fucking wild man.

  He flicked her core with the tip of his tongue. He sucked her until her hips rose off the bed. When that wasn’t enough for him, he clasped both nipples, teasing, tormenting and twisting them.

  Her legs shook. She threw her legs over his shoulders and bucked into his mouth as her cries mingled with his grunts of absolute need.

  Releasing his suction on her clit, he moved down her slick folds to tongue her entrance. Then he teased a finger through her buttocks to nestle against her pucker.

  “Ross!” Her throaty rasp stole his last shred of control.

  He coated his finger in her wetness and eased inside her tight sheath to the first knuckle.

  Her chest heaved.

  “Easy, honey. Let me inside. I promise you’ll like it.”

  He lapped at her clit again until her muscles unclenched and he slowly slid his finger in her backside all the way.

  “Oh. My. God.” She tensed, gave one huge quiver and began to come from the invasion coupled with his tongue strumming over her clit.

  She came—and screamed his name. Over and over. If the walls were paper-thin as he suspected, Roman would hear every noise she made for him, and fuck if he gave a damn. He withdrew his finger and eased it back in as she came apart in shaking gasps.

  Her hair fell over her eye, and her lips hung open on a final silent gasp.

  Fuck, seeing her this way—so undone—flooded his chest with some need to claim all parts of her, body and soul.

  “Ross?” The confusion in her tone made him look at her harder.

  Then she wiggled her hips. Her inner muscles clenched on his finger, and he barely registered that she was about to come until she tremored, dragging his finger back inside her ass as a louder scream ripped from her throat.

  In awe, he watched her come apart for him. The way she’d kissed him back on the ledge of that canyon told him she could be this way.

  Now he knew.

  Fuck if he ever wanted to stop pleasuring her.

  He fucked his finger slowly in and out, laying his jaw on her thigh to watch her beautiful face flutter with pleasure and shock at what was happening to her.

  When a last shudder tor
e through her body, their gazes met. The flush on her cheeks and the sparkle of sweat on her skin left him throbbing.

  Gently, he brushed his jaw over her thigh. The rasping noise made her cry out again, and when he lifted his head, he left a pink mark.

  “Ross…what was that? What did you do to me?”

  With slow gentleness, he withdrew his finger from her backside. “I took what I wanted from you. And you’re so…fucking…responsive.”

  It took an extreme act of will to walk away from her and use the bathroom. After washing his hands and splashing his face to cool off a margin before he claimed her fully, he dropped his boxers and walked out with his cock stiff and swaying with every step he took to the bed.

  She sat up, breasts full and nipples erect. Her hair a mess and her bottom lip bitten.

  He glanced between her thighs at her wet pussy, her clit barely peeking from between the folds, and his cock surged.

  Scooting to the edge of the bed, she reached for him.

  He let her clamp onto his ass and go so far as to draw the tip of his cock to her pretty lips.

  “Fuck. I can’t let you suck me into your hot mouth.”

  Her eyes glowed with desire. “I want to, Ross. Let me.” She lowered her lips and brushed a kiss over the crest. Then she stuck out her tongue and stroked the slit, gathering his precum.

  His eyes closed, and he locked his hands into fists at his sides to keep from grabbing her and burying his dick in her. Fucking her hard and rough and in all the ways a woman like her didn’t deserve.

  Unclenching his hands, he opened his eyes and stared down at her. “Not this time.” He swung his hips, regretfully pulling his cock from her mouth.

  He grabbed a condom from his wallet—his only fucking condom, dammit—and rolled it on. She watched with her nipples growing darker and heavier by the moment. When he stepped up to her again, he couldn’t restrain himself.

  He grabbed her, wrapped her legs around his hips and buried himself deep in a single thrust.

  She went so still, his pulse pounded with fear that he’d hurt her. But then she bit into his shoulder.

  A growl escaped him, and he churned his hips in an automatic reflex to move inside this tight, hot, sweet woman who’d been driving him crazy since he picked her up at the airport. Hell, if he analyzed it—and he analyzed everything—he’d say her call for help had been his true undoing.

  The moment she took him by the heart and tugged.

  He found her lips, waiting and eager. Their kiss raged on and on as he fucked her with slow gliding strokes. Deep—deeper. He thought of his finger buried in her ass and how she’d come for him that way, and he damn near lost it. His balls drew tight to his body as he pounded with more insistence, more need…just more.

  She dragged her nails over his spine and kissed him with the fervor he never thought to know from his childhood friend. Yet here they were—in bed as though they never had a choice in the matter. Maybe all those years of friendship had been the true foreplay, and now there was no holding back.

  He plunged in her walls. She clutched at him with her inner muscles. Soft moans rushed over his lips with her passionate display of kisses and finally, she took his hand and set it over her breast.

  A rumble became a groan that grew into a growl. And he pinched her nipple as he thrust deep one last time. His orgasm shattered his self-control. He plundered her mouth while jets of cum shot into her.

  He wanted her bareback.

  He wanted her always.

  Jesus, what put that thought into his head?

  It fled as his balls emptied and her own release came hot on the heels of his.

  “I feel…your cock…jerking inside me!” She squeezed her eyes shut and came, rocking upward, sliding over his length and taking all she needed from him.

  Watching her face, he sucked in each small quiver of her lips and twitch of her eyelid as a final puff of a sigh burst out.

  They collapsed together. For a solid minute, he only heard his own pounding heart. Then he heard hers and realized he’d dropped his head to rest on her breasts.

  She cradled him against her with all the tenderness he never knew from a woman he slept with. It made the moment different.

  It changed him.

  After a long moment, she relaxed her thighs around his hips. “Ross…”

  “Uh.” He couldn’t move even if she told him he was too heavy. The pillow of her soft breasts was home and a thousand emotions he couldn’t name and never felt before.

  “What is it, honey?” He waited for her to speak.

  She wrapped her arms tight around him, making it impossible for him to move without peeling himself away from her.

  “Can we… Can we do that again?”

  His smile stretched across her damp skin. Then he moved to claim her lips, taking it from the top.

  * * * * *

  Ross’s mouth on her breasts slowly leeched her mind out through her pores until she only cared about the exquisite pleasure.

  His hot tongue roaming from nipple to nipple, sucking and gently biting set her on fire. Men hardly took time to make sure a lover gained pleasure. They hopped on and off with barely a kiss between. Not Ross.

  He was better than anything she might have imagined. Even their first encounter in the motel left her partially aching. Now tingles spread through her, doubling and tripling as he kissed a path up her throat.

  She arched her neck, and he crested over the point of her chin to capture her lips. They shared a moan, and she opened her eyes to stare at Ross.

  Tenderness washed through his eyes. With her chest heaving to gain breath, she cupped his face, brushing her fingertips over his beard stubble.

  “Close your eyes,” he murmured in a rumble she felt to her curled toes.

  Were they playing a trust game? She’d trust this man to catch her no matter what. He’d more than proved she could trust him with her life—and now her body.

  She let her lids slip shut. Feeling him hovering above her, she waited with a breath catching in her throat.

  Then he lightly pinched her chin and took her mouth. The gentle caress deepened. He pressed his tongue against her lips to seek entrance. She opened to him and he delved in, swirling against her tongue.

  Suddenly, he withdrew. She started to open her eyes, but he stopped her with a command.

  “Keep them shut.”

  Quivering with anticipation, she twisted her fingers in the sheets and waited for what he’d do.

  His mouth landed on her shoulder. She turned her head, seeking him, but he was gone.

  Next, he kissed her ribs just below her breast. Sucking in a gasp, she arched to find his lips—too late.

  His teeth grazed her opposite hip. She expected him to continue lower, but he startled her by taking hold of her nipple in a suck that drew her off the bed. A louder moan escaped her, cut short when he released her nipple.

  The bed shifted, and she tried to guess his position.

  He sucked her toe into his mouth.

  The warm, strange sensation never sounded exciting to her, but without her sense of sight, her nerve endings were short-circuiting. Everything felt amazing. Shocking.

  She waited for a kiss to her ankle. Her knee. Neither came.

  When something soft yet hard brushed over her mouth, she automatically snaked out her tongue. Salty-sweet juice hit her tastebuds. She gasped, and as soon as she opened, he slid his cock inside.

  She blindly reached for him. Finding a muscled thigh, she dragged him closer, taking him deep in her throat. His roughened growl made her flames of desire leap. She had little experience giving oral, but she wanted to do this right for Ross. She wanted him to remember every single moment of her mouth on his cock.

  Moaning around his thick length, she drew him in. He swayed out again until she could only lap at his swollen head. She felt a sticky string of precum stretch to the tip of her tongue.

  “Don’t move,” he ground out. “Fuck, honey.”
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br />   He moved again. She started to open her eyes, but his weight atop her felt so good, so drugging, that she couldn’t if she tried. “I want you,” he whispered against her lips.

  “Take me,” she urged.

  “There’s nothing I want more. But I only ever carry one condom.”

  She opened her eyes. His stare pierced through her, a knife blade of passion.

  “Why?” she heard herself ask.

  “I never want a woman more than once.”

  Her lips fell open, and his eyes creased at the corners with the strain of holding back mirrored in his tight mouth.

  She placed her hands on his chest. His chest hair tickled her fingers, and his long cock lay heavy against her thigh, inches from her pussy.

  She wanted him with a burning need that left her shaking. But she was aware of some pivot point between them. A tenuous struggle and a thread that if snapped, could never be rejoined.

  He started to roll away from her, but she held him with a strength borne of her training in martial arts.

  “Pip…” He shook his head.

  She directed his gaze back to hers with a hand on his jaw. “We’ve already crossed lines.”

  “But this is too much. If I take you bare…” A shudder ripped through the planes of muscle on his spine.

  She leaned up and kissed him, throwing every ounce of want into the caress. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rubbed her wet pussy against his length. If he chose to take this moment in another direction, she’d follow his lead.

  For a heavy heartbeat, he froze over her. Letting her kiss him. A block of granite chiseled from his hometown of Stone Pass. She rubbed her aching clit against his hard shaft.

  “Fuck!” He trapped her face in his hands and thrust his tongue over hers as he angled his cock toward her center. He entered her wet heat in one smooth glide that filled her, stretched her.

  The insane feel of Ross bare inside her, with no barrier and only pure trust, tipped the scales in her mind—and the butterflies of young infatuation she harbored for Ross grew up into an adult love stronger than any other emotion she’d ever felt.

  His groan vibrated through her. She opened her eyes to catch the look of absorption on his rugged features. Fiery sparks lit his green eyes like a wildfire overtaking a forest of pines.