by Em Petrova
In one swift move, Harris whipped her shirt over her head, baring her completely to him. Earlier, she’d boldly donned his shirt and nothing else, hoping he’d return and do this—touch her, tease her into a frenzy…and then take her.
His gaze landed on her naked body. “Bloody Christ, sweetheart. You’re ready for me.”
“So ready,” she rasped out.
His eyelids shuttered over his eyes. For a long moment, he didn’t open them but his lips moved silently as if he recited a prayer or counted to ten.
At last, he opened his eyes and looked at her—really looked at her, in a way no other man ever had in her life. This wouldn’t be some dull roll in the sheets like her past lovers—Harris would claim every part of her and in every way he wanted.
And she’d let him.
He spread his fingers over her hips, holding her. “I want to see you.”
Quivering, she watched his expression shift and change as he began at her collarbones and roamed to her breasts, never large but full enough with pale brown nipples, and down to her ribs, belly…and finally to the thatch of curls concealing her pussy.
The blazing look in his eyes when he raised them to hers sent a spike of need straight to her core.
Wordlessly, he started at her collarbones. She lost herself to sensation and the scent and feel of the man loving her. He reached her nipple and took it into his mouth, warming it on his tongue and then sucking hard.
She arched off the bed. She’d never felt this way before. Like the bed was burning around her and she wanted to dive into the flames.
He teased her for long moments and then released her nipple, leaving it wet and aching as he moved to the other.
Closing his lips over it, he skated a hand down her side, scalding her from waist to hip, branding her with what felt to be his very fingerprints. A cry caught in her throat as he released her other nipple and moved down her body.
He kissed everything, from side to side and down to her navel, sweeping kisses and delivering tiny nips of his lips all the way to her hipbone.
He stopped.
She waited, but nothing came.
When she opened her eyes, she found him staring at her. “You’re so goddamned lovely.” The words choked out of him.
Her heart flexed as she met his gaze. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“Yes, I goddamn do. Because you’re doing it to me too.” He stared down at her. She had no clue of his next move. Then he wrapped his fingers around her inner thighs as if to spread her legs but he didn’t move.
Heat coiled. Pressure throbbed. Juices squeezed from her. He held her that way for a mind-spinning moment.
Slowly, he slipped his finger up her thigh and met with the sticky wet juices between her legs. They shared a groan as he discovered evidence of her desire.
But he wasn’t stopping there, and she shook with anticipation. Even more slowly, he eased his finger upward. The pressure against her pussy lips wasn’t enough. She cried out to beg for more, but he drew his finger over her pussy, and she stopped breathing.
She tried to spread her thighs, and his weight trapped them closed.
“Please,” she whimpered.
He dragged his finger over her pussy once more.
“Oh my God!”
He replaced his single digit with his palm, rubbing against her, forcing her thighs a bit wider with every pass until her legs spread and his entire hand covered her pussy. As he skimmed her clit, a rasping cry escaped her. She teetered on the brink of insanity. Grabbing for his shoulders, she opened her mouth to beg for him to go on, when he sank two fingers into her sheath.
Her insides clutched at the invasion, pulsating around his digits. He issued a low growl and twisted them deeper.
“I’m going to make you come on my fingers.” His oath bristled through her, and her body reacted by clenching around his fingers.
Holding her gaze, he worked them in and out in slow, gliding, mind-rocking, thorough passes. When she thought she’d splinter, he changed tactics, pressing down on her bundle of nerves with a forefinger. He swirled around her bud with the most insanely slow, soft, barely-there touch that she felt as if butterfly wings beat over her pussy.
A knot in her core jerked tighter, and she broke. Pulsations hit, and she bucked her hips upward into his questing fingers. He took her mouth, swallowing her moan and feeding her his tongue in fucking strokes until her orgasm shook her to a screaming finish.
He tore his mouth away, panting. “You’re killing me, sweetheart. Your reactions are so…pure.”
She didn’t know if that was good or bad. She didn’t see herself the way he did at all—she did things the way she did things, without motives or anything driving her but being a good person and having fun in life while helping others.
She ran her hands down his spine, jolting at the realization she was naked and he was fully dressed. “Get out of your clothes,” she whispered, nudging his jacket off his shoulders. She wanted his warm skin against hers and his thick cock sinking inside her.
He allowed her to remove his outer layer but stopped her at his T-shirt. Looking into her eyes, he moved all the way down her body, ducked his head and placed his mouth where his fingers had been.
With a shuddering cry, she dug her heels into the mattress as Harris’s scorching tongue met her needy flesh. He dragged his tongue over the slickness he just pulled out of her with her first orgasm. When he latched onto her clit…she came off the bed. When he slipped his tongue into her entrance, she rocked her hips to pull him deeper.
“Harris…I want to touch you.”
His eyes drilled into her as he proceeded to drive her out of her head with dizzying passion. He sucked and licked her pussy until she shook. Moan after moan rasped from her throat.
Her release slammed over her, and he tongue-fucked her through each and every contraction. Obviously, he wasn’t satisfied with giving her two orgasms, because he stroked her clit in that butterfly-soft fashion and drove her crazy all over again.
Somehow, she got his shirt off and his belt unbuckled. He managed the rest.
His gaze bored down into her. “No goddamn condom,” he bit off.
She didn’t know if it was a statement of fact or a demand that she allow him to take her without one. Either way, she trusted Harris.
When she nodded, his gorgeous muscles seemed to ripple with relief. Lowering himself over her, he cupped her face and kissed her again, starting a slow burn that quickened to a raging inferno. Desire throbbed in her lower belly. She threw her arms around Harris’s neck and drew him flush against her.
He reached between their bodies and guided his thick, long cock to her pussy. Both froze as he pressed the mushroomed head to her entrance.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I do.”
“Tell me you won’t hate me after.” His eyes burned.
“Harris…I could never hate you.” She trailed her fingers over his angled jaw and then kissed him as he entered her in one swift jerk of his hips.
The thrust filled her completely. He was big and stretched her beyond the limits anybody ever had before. As though sensing her need to adjust, he went still, watching her for a long heartbeat.
“Okay?” he grated out.
“Yes.”
He moved. “Still okay?” He appeared to be in pain, his forehead creased.
“Yes!”
The ridges of his cock rubbing over her already soaked pussy sent a new fire to her core. She canted her hips and hooked her ankles behind him. He reared back with a growl, braced himself on one arm and began to fuck her.
The slow thrusts took on a rhythm she thought she might be able to predict but soon she was bucking madly into him for more and more, and each time he filled her, her mind spun with the shocking bliss of him moving inside her.
He moved like an exotic dancer with the way he twitched his hips into hers and kissed like a sinner—claiming her lips and all her moans as his ow
n. And when he stiffened and she knew he clung to the brink of release along with her, she wrapped her arms around him and held him as they both let go.
She’d never taken a man without a barrier before, so the shock of his cum hitting her insides sent her reeling. She squeezed her eyes shut and came apart around his thrusting cock. Her cries mingled with his roar, and somehow their mouths met in a frenzied kiss that didn’t end.
“Jenna,” he whispered at the last.
She searched his eyes. That wasn’t any ordinary sex—it rocked her to the soul and stole her heart in one girlish, stupid moment.
Looking at Harris, she couldn’t regret it.
He groaned. “I shouldn’t have come inside you. I’m sorry.” His voice felt like sandpaper licking across her haywire senses.
“I’m on birth control and I’m not going to give you a disease.”
He shook his head. “Jesus, I’m not worried about you giving me a disease. But you should know I’m clean.”
“I know.”
He pulled his still-hard cock out of her. The movement brought a hiss of pleasure to her lips.
Instead of holding her as she hoped he would, he sat on the bedside, his spine to her.
Oh no. She may not regret making love to Harris, but it was apparent he did.
She reached out…and finally lay her palm on his warm skin. The muscles tightened and rippled. When he turned his head and looked at her, he made a noise in his throat. Suddenly, he twisted, stretched beside her and locked her in his arms again.
She moved into a comfortable positions and accidentally kicked his cast. “Sorry,” she said in a state of sexual haze. With her face snuggled against his chiseled chest, she closed her eyes and drank in his scent…and the moment.
Whatever torment the man put himself through, he didn’t seem to be capable of holding onto it for long. She got the impression that he tried to hold himself apart from her, to be strong and stay away, but he couldn’t.
She couldn’t either—not now.
His warm cum oozing from her body excited her, and she wanted more. She hadn’t gotten nearly enough time to explore Harris’s body either. All that muscle. His biceps carved of steel bands and dusted lightly with dark hair invited her fingers to take a little stroll down his arm.
Sweat cooled on his body, but he didn’t appear to be cold in any way. The man seemed to be impervious to temperature, weather and broken bones. The fact he reacted to her gave her a thrill.
As she stroked her fingers over his arm, exploring dips and swells and ridges built from hard physical work, her insides began to flutter faster.
She ran her hand over his chest, brushing across the disc of his nipple.
“Jenna.”
She’d never been so brave or bold before—but she shoved him onto his back and straddled him. Surprise widened his eyes, and she issued a moan as her pussy came into direct contact with his rigid cock.
“Jenna, we need to slow it—” His words were cut off as she slid down over his cock inch by hard inch. “Jesus Christ, woman.” He clamped his hands on her hips—to hold her still or help her move, she didn’t know…until she tested him by riding upward on his shaft. His length pulled through her hot, slick walls, and he issued a groan.
“You don’t know what you’re…” He dropped off again as she slid down his length. She bit into her lip as she watched lust and desire play over his rugged features. That she could affect a man like Harris at all seemed crazy.
With every inch of him inside her, she leaned over, hovering with her lips over his. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” she murmured.
He made a noise akin to tearing paper and jerked upward to claim her mouth. Her body might take control of the dance of their bodies but his mouth drove her on. Tangled tongues and rough moans burst from both of them as she rocked her hips, taking him in and out and in and out until her insides couldn’t hold onto the tension another minute.
“Harris!” With a cry, she came.
He stiffened, pulse flickering in his neck. Then he ground out a growl and began to fill her with his cum again. Emotion made her clutch at him, and she refused to let go even as he overflowed her and their combined wetness slipped out of her body.
He tumbled her into the covers.
Shivers coursed through her, aftershocks of pleasure and a heady sensation of power at what she’d just done and how it made her feel.
Harris tucked her against his side and rested his chin on her head. With his hand planted on her lower spine, she felt safe and protected, cocooned in his arms.
Long minutes passed, and before her shyness took over, she asked, “How did it go with the cast?” She sent a sidelong look down his sexy-as-sin body toward his foot and blinked. “Is your cast green now?”
“Yes.”
“Did they run out of black?”
“Yes.”
Silence fell between them, stretching out so long that she began to understand that while their bodies fit together so well, they had nothing in common besides their current circumstances and a smoldering attraction.
Chapter Eight
Harris came awake to the quiet rustle of clothing. He cracked an eye to see Jenna’s shapely backside as she shimmied into her ugly ranger uniform pants and fastened them.
“Where are you going?”
She started and turned to meet his stare. Hell, she’d showered without him. One thing he’d been looking forward to in his dreams was lathering her body and making her ride his fingers until she came as she did so many times on his cock last night.
“I have to go see a friend before my shift starts. I thought you’d stay asleep.”
He sat up at the word ‘friend’ and stared at her. Normally he’d claim he was a light sleeper, but clearly he’d snoozed through her getting out of bed and showering without him.
“What friend?”
“Someone I check on. I have to hurry if I’m going to make it there and then punch in before my shift starts.”
“You’re not going without me.”
She stared at him for a long moment. “Harris, that’s ridiculous. You have work to do, and so do I.”
“I won’t let more assholes bruise you or pull you out from under a treetop. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I have the need to control a situation, and I will control this one.”
She shuddered at his alpha tone.
He launched to his feet, took a step despite his cast and rested his hands on her shoulders. Staring into her eyes, he garnered a soft look from the depths of her green ones.
“Harris, I’ll be fine.”
“Like hell. I’m coming with you.” He took off toward the bathroom.
“Shouldn’t you be using your crutches?”
“I’m done with the fucking things,” he said over his shoulder.
He had his routine down to a minute shower, minute shave and in three and a half minutes he was putting on his single boot to join Jenna. He wanted to know who the hell this friend was and if he could be trusted. If Harris got even the faintest sniff of suspicion about him, he’d have him hogtied in the rear of her truck on the way to an interrogation room.
He straightened from tying his boot and stepped toward the door, where she stood waiting. She barred his way.
“I’m not letting you walk out this door unless you use your crutches.”
He gazed down at her, his lips twitching upward at her pure cuteness when she got riled. “You’re aware that I can pick you up and move you aside, right?”
She closed her eyes as if for patience and then opened them again. “Yes. But you won’t. Look, you need to take care of that ankle. You’re already on your second cast. Do you want to be laid up longer?”
He leveled a look at her, wondering which one of them could be more stubborn. “Fine. I’ll get the crutches.”
When he returned, he saw she had his coat over her arm. “I don’t need that. It’s warm.”
“I know. I wondered if I can have it. You
have two, right?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Why do you need it?”
“You’ll see.”
Over the truck radio, he listened to the park rangers discussing various issues, from the discovery of a group of five campers who hadn’t yet followed rules and left, to reports of the injured bird Jenna had rescued.
She turned her head and bestowed the widest, happiest, prettiest smile on Lipton that he felt his chest tighten at the sight. “The rescue woman calls the bird Ollie. She told me he’s doing fine and the wing should be healed pretty quick. Bird bones heal fast.”
He tapped his cast. “Too bad humans can’t. I’m tired of this thing.”
“It’s only been days.”
Their gazes met. Was she thinking the same thing he did? That it felt they’d known each other longer?
He cleared his throat and waved to the road ahead of them, lined on both sides by thick trees. “Do you find injured animals often?”
“Not that often. Animals hide themselves when they’re injured. Because they’re weakened, they’re more susceptible to predators. But when we do find them, they’re typically along the roads.” As Jenna talked, she swung her head left and right—not much different than he did, though while she looked for some person or animal to help, he watched for danger.
“Why is it that none of the park rangers ever noticed the explosives in the trees?” he asked.
She chewed at her lip in the cutest of ways.
He needed to focus—less on how he wanted to plunk Jenna in his lap and make her moan, and more on their reason for being thrown together in the first place.
“I’ve spent a lot of time asking myself the same thing. I was at those sites after the hikers were injured. I never noticed anything like what we saw that day you were hurt. Or yesterday with Joffrey.” She bit down harder on her lip.
“Because you don’t expect to find things like that in the wilderness.”
“No.”
“Cora will be scoping out the park from the helicopter all day.”
