Hunger and need burned brightly in her eyes as hot as the lava that flowed through his veins.
Raw emotions filtered through his every thought and movement. Blinded by the need to claim his mountain beauty, he drove forward and sank his full length into her waiting channel.
Her tiny talons cut into his back and the sharp inhale of pleasure from his woman snapped his eyes open.
His heart rate rattled and thumped wildly. Every breath just as haggard. A sweet ache in the pit of his stomach told him she was the one.
Fuck.
He pulled his gaze away from her. “Just feel, sweetheart. Let me carry you away. Trust me.” Though he didn’t recommend it. Tying her to him meant she’d lose in the long run. He was broken and unable to love. Offering her all of him meant more than he could sign on for.
As he spoke, his lips moved against hers. He captured her moaned acceptance as he delved into the sweet confines of her delicious mouth.
With an arm around her waist, he held her close and groaned when her fingers tightened in his hair as he took their kiss deeper. He slowly relented control and gave over to her curious exploring.
She met his thrusts as he drove into her long and slow.
He pulled out and peered down his chest to see the crest of his cock slip from her channel, her swollen folds parted around him.
Spread wide, he ran the tip of his cock along her seam and groaned when the scent of her arousal hit him full force. It was all he could do not to slam into and ride her hard, all finesse shoved aside for another time.
He reached beneath her and cupped her ass, angling her up, and in one thrust settled his full length in her tight sheath. Muscles trembled around him and nails bit into shoulders.
He rose to his knees, and blue eyes warmed a point on his chest and begged him to look her way. He could feel what she wanted without the words. His breath quickened, and his heart damn near tumbled out of his chest. But he kept his gaze glued to his cock as Remy took him into her body.
He was breathing harshly.
He eased back and thrust home.
“Like what?”
He worked his dry throat while she took all of him into her.
“What?” He brought his eyes up to hers. How could this woman keep any thought straight at a time like this? What did he miss?
Remy waited patiently, watching, hopeful and waiting. “Don’t look at you how? Like I want you to promise you’ll erase all my memories of sex with anyone else?” She reached between their bodies and wrapped her delicate fingers around the part of his dick that wasn’t inside her.
Sweet heavens. He growled a deep sound of pleasure and nearly lost control when he pushed back in. Her channel clenched around him, replacing the tight grip of her hand. She nearly had his eyes rolling out of his head.
“God you fucking kill me, woman.”
“Seems fair, don’t you think?”
Her mouth moved to say something else but he kissed her like he was possessed.
He broke away only enough to gaze down into her face and watch the ecstasy wash over her expression as he buried himself deeper. She gathered handfuls of cotton as he tightened his fingers around her sun-kissed thighs and did it all over again.
“You want to come for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she gasped, sinking her fingers into his hair.
Fuck.
He pushed to his knees, pulled her in closer, her legs wrapped around his waist. His efforts returned with a deep moan and the sight of her beautiful breasts thrust in the air sent a surge of blood south to engorge his cock, stretching her more.
He’d meant to take things slow. Enjoy a nice plane ride, show her the sights while she performed her job as a wildlife veterinarian. The second her pink lips wrapped around his shaft at three thousand feet over the national reserve, slow was no longer an option, and his meticulously laid out plan to distance himself took a steep nosedive.
“God, woman, you’re so fucking tight and wet. Fuck... so wet.”
He hauled her into his arms to rest on his spread thighs. She sank deeper onto his shaft, and he marveled at how the dusky tips of her breasts beaded under the soft, warming sunlight.
Anchoring her thighs tight around his, and with his hands firmly around her waist, he lifted, driving in as she tightened her hold with her thighs. Ethan spoke her name on a whisper. Just like yesterday, she loved taking control as much as she loved giving it.
He rewarded her wicked, daring look with a flicker of a smile. “If you make me come too fast, I’ll fuck you again and this time, I won’t untie you until I’ve had my fill.” It would kill him, steal every ounce of control he harbored but anything to see the look of pure, unabashed ecstasy in those deep blue eyes.
Desperate, he ground his knees into the bed and fought the urge to come until every breath they took came out ragged and torn and they were both coated in a fine sheen of sweat. Tiny claws raked over his shoulders and back. He drove into her harder, earning him a few more love marks. His balls drew tight against his body.
Remy’s head fell back and the loud scream of release came just in time. Hot ribbons of his milk released into the confines of the condom as her pussy ripped with her release around his shaft, extending his orgasm.
After long seconds, with her hands pressed into his shoulders, Remy let her head fall against her shoulder. Hand to God, the sun caught her raven hair in a way that made him swear he had an angel in his arms.
They fell into the awaiting mound of pillows and he pulled her in close until she rested on his chest. Before long she moved away and rolled him to his stomach, climbing on top. She began that maddening play she did with her fingers along the tattoo over his back. A sprawl of black ink that formed a swirl of roses and a skull seemed to mesmerize her. The more she traced the lines with the delicate fingers the more he wanted her.
“Does it count if we come together or do you still want to punish me for making you come?” He could hear the smile in her voice.
He roared with laughter and pulled her up until he could take her mouth with a slow kiss. Her heart raced against his chest and when she pulled back he saw the hungry look in her eyes that filled him with the insane need to come so deep in her leaving him wouldn’t be an option.
Chapter Two
She was in trouble.
One more day with him and she’d never be able to leave.
Remy batted at the cloud of mosquitoes that took up residence in her personal space the second they stepped outside and relented to give any of it back. Despite the ton of lotion she used, they seemed to be fixated with her blood.
“Little blood-sucking, pestering vampires.” She scrunched up her nose and swatted at the air to no avail.
Every step she took through the long grass around the lake kicked up more bloodsuckers to join the feast.
Fresh mountain air, lightly fragranced from the spill of wildflowers, threaded through the long grass along the lake’s bank created a sweeping symphony of feather-light whispers. As though fairies sang for Mother Nature and they were privy to the supernatural delight.
She smiled, causing her confounded glasses to slip a little down her nose. Why could she never remember her contacts?
Her father would say all because of her daydreams— fancy flights from reality like all little girls had—and then he would pass her a broom to sweep the flower shop.
He’d built it for her mother who had a deep affection for botany and anything with a stem, so he could bring her flowers every day, he liked to tease. Remy smiled to herself. Her mother was a lucky woman.
With every anniversary they celebrated, the more Remy wanted a love like they shared.
But just because her father came off as a hopeless romantic with her mother didn’t mean he understood Remy’s need to explore. Or why she needed to run off to Alaska, as he put it. But he supported her even if he did shake his head at her the whole time he kissed and hugged her goodbye at the airport.
Sun draped across
the open field and across the pristine blue expanse of water as though precious gems scattered across the surface. She loved the heat and the way the light warmed her from the inside out. After an unusually long winter, she made it a personal goal to soak up all the sunshine she could get.
Remy let her eyelids slip closed as she raised her face. Used to sand and brine, the fresh mountain air was a welcomed change.
Ethan brushed a hand over her shoulder and pointed to an elk splashing and playing in the water several yards from them.
“Maybe a dip in the water is just what the doctor ordered?” Ethan spoke up beside her, placing her satchel on the ground and moving in with a mischievous smile.
Anything else he had to say got lost as she devoured his easy glide and the way his pants clung to his hips. He’d pulled off his shirt several yards back on their hike and she’d had a hard time looking away since.
Now, the sunlight caught every dip and contour of the man’s well-formed body. He proved hard to resist. The truth of the matter was, the closer he came, the hotter the air sizzled. So hot her skin flushed with a heat she couldn’t blame on the warm weather. Another foot closer and she wouldn’t be responsible for showing him her bad girl charms could match his play for play.
But, they were here for a job and they only had so many hours in the day for the wicked ideas she saw in his expression.
She backed a couple of steps away from the water’s edge and shot him a wide-eyed look. “Don’t you dare! We’re here to work. You know that thing we do to make a living and the whole point of my being here?”
“Ah, yes. You mean you’re not here because I placed an order with the Universe for a raven-haired beauty in cutoffs, a messy ponytail, and the sexiest blue scarf?” Ethan fingered the soft material of her scarf before he reached around to playfully tug the long strands of her ponytail hanging down her back. He chuckled, the deep rumble smoothed over her like a tall glass of iced tea. But that wasn’t what had her heart sputtering to a stop mid-beat.
The dimples on that man. She barely managed to hold back a silly high school sigh. With a gasp, Remy pressed up on her toes as Ethan swept down briefly and curled an arm around her waist.
“Be careful, the scarf comes off like everything else,” she teased in a husky tone she didn’t recognize as her own as he scooped her into his arms. Before she knew it, her feet had left the ground and he had his lips on hers. One leg at a time, she curled herself around his waist and every nerve ending in her body remembered the last time he was between her thighs only an hour before.
She rocked her hips in small circles and felt the length of his shaft grow hard against the vee of her thighs.
“You’re a dangerous girl, Remy Dalton. Pure sin and temptation. It’s what makes you taste so sweet.”
With the free hand not clutching her protective water gear, she ran her fingers through the mass of thick chestnut hair and groaned at the soft feel as it feathered through her fingers. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She shrugged. “For a mountain man, ya know.” A sly smile inched the corners of her lips up when he pulled back in surprise. She nipped his lower lip with a playful tug before unhooking her legs.
“Liar,” he teased, coming in for another quick kiss.
“Nope. I just might have to stay a little longer until I get my fill.”
Her words caused every muscle under her palms to flex and it took a lot of self-control not to let him have his way with her right here, right now. All he had to do was dial her number with those simmering golden eyes of his and she’d be hung up forever.
“No going back after you’ve had a Savage man, Doc,” he crooned close to her ear as he lightly deposited her back on Tierra Firma with a final kiss to the tip of her nose and a rueful grin. “It’s the way lust goes.”
He moved away from her and just as fast as he stirred the fires, they died down. Something was off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Ever since they crawled out of bed he’d been a little distant. Not wanting to make too much eye contact and even now with her light teases, he didn’t take the bait.
She scrunched her nose. “Doc, huh?” She paused with her thumbs hooked in her back pockets and away from the trouble he conjured in her. “Did you practice that line since junior high?” She flicked over her shoulder as she turned to gather her gear.
Over the past few weeks of their friends with benefits scenario when she sensed things get too serious, he’d stack an invisible wall and hide behind jokes and her profession rather than her name. It took a while for her to read the clues, but she got the hint after one night of hanging out at his brother’s bar. One slow dance and what would have been a night of salacious orgasms and breaking headboards back at her house turned into him needing to prepare for a climb the next day and a, “See you later, Doc.” Before hitting the door.
He didn’t want personal, only fun times. She got that really, but the little pang that pierced her heart told another story.
She blew out a deep breath through her nose. Frustration wanted to break the happy bubble encasing their early morning and now the beautiful hike, but she dashed it away. She’d never understand him. Not now and maybe not a year from now when she looked back on her time in Alaska.
For her sanity, maybe it was better to stay in the here and now.
“Here, hold these, will you?” Remy handed over her environmental testing kit and bent down to pull on her knee-high waders.
Too much contact with him would end up with them both taking in massive amounts of sunlight with their naked bodies, which she wasn’t opposed to, but the way he slipped those damn aviator glasses over his eyes gave her pause. He stood over her, his attention sliding to the surrounding wooded areas.
After kicking off her hiking shoes, Remy plopped down in the soft grass and craned her head back. Shielding her eyes from the sunlight, she watched one large brow arch over the rim of his sunglasses.
With a soft touch to her cheek where a dimple was located on his own, she kept her tone light. “I bet you use those angel kisses on everyone, don’t you? I’m simply the latest victim. Admit it. You’ve lured me to the backwoods where no one can hear my screams.”
He stared down at her for a moment before his face took on the same shocked look he got when accused of pulling a prank on his unsuspecting siblings. He gasped with the full hand-to-the chest effect and let his mouth fall open. What a faker. But he made her smile, and the way his grin spread across his lips worked magic on dissolving the hurt feelings from a moment ago.
“First, if you’re talking about my smile and smashing good looks, then you might be right. Between you and me, I’ve been known to flash Mrs. Marty down at the donut shop a few smiles for one of her heart-stopping, double-dipped chocolate fudge brownies.” He licked his lips and raised his face up to the sun as if praying for one to fall into his hands right that minute. A small laugh slipped and she bit at her lips to hide the smile. Damn him. He always knew how to make her laugh, especially when she desperately tried not to.
Before arriving in Savage Ridge two months earlier, she had no idea such a sinful brownie existed. As a Los Angeles native, she was no newbie to the delicacies a coffee shop offered. After her stay here, she’d have a hard time breaking her own addiction, in more ways than one.
“Oh really. So if I learn how to make those, what would you flash me?”
The tips of his mouth curved up into a purely evil grin and he raised his sunglasses to wink at her as if daring her. It reached into the amber depths of his eyes until they brimmed with mesmerizing mischief.
She crossed her hands over her breasts and the motion pulled the T-shirt beneath the dangling ends of her scarf tight across her chest, earning her a hot look. With one army-green wader on and the other momentarily forgotten to the side, she squinted her eyes and shot him a quizzical glare. “Ethan Savage, what are you thinking?”
“How good you would taste as a chocolate caramel, double-dipped dessert.” Emphasis on the caramel. The m
an’s sweet tooth would be her downfall.
Remy bit back a gasp that threatened to be a deep groan as she imagined the sensation his fantasy whipped up. “Don’t let anyone ever accuse you of holding back.” She tsked and returned to her task. “Be good and let me get my work done and you might find out what chocolate tastes like on this caramel dessert.” She stroked her hands down either side of her body and winked.
He was dangerously too easy on the eyes. If she wasn’t careful, it wouldn’t only be the brownies she missed when the summer fun ended and she returned to her life back in California. A shudder crossed the back of his shoulders before he slipped his gaze back behind a pair of aviator glasses. What a shame.
“So what’s the second thing?” She bit at the inside of her lower lip to rein in the grin wanting to spread across her face from the obvious way she affected him. He could try to hide it all he wanted.
He offered her a hand and hauled her up. A deep crease formed between his brows in a way that almost had her convinced of something serious to come.
“Second,” he leaned until their noses almost touched and slid those damn sexy glasses down a fraction to peg her with a look that said he was being one hundred percent honest, “Wanna accuse me of whisking you off to the middle of nowhere so no one can hear your screams? Fair enough, but I’m not the one that packed enough scarves to rescue Rapunzel from her tower or, as I fear, tie up a helpless mountain man.” He rose to his full height, pushing his glasses back in place. “Wait.” He clasped both hands over his mouth. “I fell into your wicked trap, didn’t I? Admit it, woman. You’ve lured me here to where no one can hear my screams!”
Ethan barely got his last words out before Remy gave him a stiff jab to the ribs. “Oh shut up, you big silly man. Helpless is not a word I would use to describe you.” More like a fucking bear of a man. Ripped and toned.
“Oomph.” Rubbing at his side, he backed up with the biggest grin on his face. “Really, how would you describe me?”
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