"Stand up for a minute," he ordered, then stood himself and carefully arranged the sleeping bag on top of the mat before the fire. Sitting back down, he patted a place beside him.
Dani shivered, rubbing her arms with her hands, hiding her breasts but allowing him to notice their seductive jiggle beneath her crossed arms.
"Sit down, and I'll warm you up," he said with a smile, and he knew she caught his meaning when she scooted back into his arms.
He took her arms and guided her down to lie on her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he bent in to kiss her again. The kiss began softly, but it soon turned dangerous as his tongue invaded her mouth.
He forced her tongue to submit, to surrender, just as he wanted her body to surrender. Then he nibbled at her lips, sucking them into his mouth in turn and scraping them with his teeth. She tasted like warmth, like sunlight, like home. A home he'd never had but found in her.
He moved from her mouth to her neck, sucking, nibbling, as his hands slid to her breasts to begin their assault anew.
"I want to touch you," she said once he had released her lips. She moved her hands to his chest and began to unbutton his shirt. He moaned when she tugged the shirt from his belt and slid it off of his body. Caleb paused for a moment to pull off the t-shirt he wore under the khaki work shirt and returned to her embrace.
Then it was her turn to gasp in appreciation. She ran her small hands over his muscles, and he reveled in the feel of her touch. Danielle burned away his cool reserve and ignited such heat inside him, the only way he could extinguish it would be to plunge repeatedly into her warm and willing body. Even then, he doubted the feeling would go away.
Her fingers moved down to squeeze his backside, and he could no longer leash his desire. Caleb ground his member against her molten core, and she moaned into his mouth. He pressed again, harder. This time she gasped, and something in his chest tightened.
Suddenly he couldn't get the rest of his clothing off fast enough. He yanked down his pants, pulling his boxer briefs down with them. He kicked them free of his legs and then pressed against her again, this time with his bare skin rubbing against hers.
"Oh, please," she moaned, pressing back against him. If she couldn't wait, then he would no longer try to delay. Caleb wanted to sink into her, to feel her tighten around him, and with no more patience in him, he gripped his manhood, rubbing the head along her moist folds.
Reason chose that moment to show its face, and he groaned. "I don't have any protection," he whispered, penetrating her haze of heavy breathing.
"I'm on the pill."
"I'm clean, I swear to you. I've always used condoms. Always." He waited for her nod, then thanked the Lord for birth control.
His mouth returned to the tasty hollow of her neck, and he licked his way up to her ear to nibble on the lobe. Dani moaned in pure ecstasy. This was obviously a very sensitive spot. She rubbed herself against him, pressing against his cock, and he could no longer wait to be inside her. Slowly he pushed himself into her, giving her time to adjust to him.
"Jesus," she whispered in awe. "You're so big."
Caleb smiled. He wasn't even halfway in. As he pushed, she moaned and tightened around him.
"You're so warm, darlin'. So wet," he murmured. "You grip me so well."
His words seemed to get to her as she thrashed her head below him, whimpering her pleasure in little mewls. "Do you like the way I feel inside you?" he whispered and thrilled at the very positive response he received.
Caleb moved his head to the spot where her neck met her shoulder and gently bit her to keep her still. He inched his way inside her. His hands caressed her soft, supple breasts, toying with her nipples as he licked and sucked the smooth skin of her shoulder. At long, last he gave one final thrust and embedded himself completely inside her.
At that moment he felt her pleasure crest again as she trembled around him. The walls of her womanly center writhed against him, squeezing his manhood in its humid grasp.
He couldn't get enough of her. Thrusting into her, over and over, he saw that her climax made her shake, filling her face with such ecstasy that he lost the tenuous hold on his control.
He became a beast, lunging into her, harder, faster, unable to hold himself back. She cried out, tensing and reaching her climax again.
She gripped him so tightly that he yelled as his seed rushed out, and he crushed her to him, shuddering as he came down from the pinnacle of pleasure. Breathing heavily, he opened his eyes and gazed into hers. "You're incredible."
Caleb moved to the side and pulled her close to him, putting her head on his shoulder and wrapping his arm around her back. He then pulled the sleeping bag around them, creating a cocoon of warmth. The professor never once opened her eyes, and as her breathing returned to normal, he realized that she was asleep. With a kiss on her upturned nose, he wrapped his other arm around her and joined her in a gentle slumber.
* * * * *
Caleb woke to the sound of chirping frogs. He looked over and remembered the events of last evening. Danielle was curled around him, sleeping comfortably. He looked down into her face, relaxed in sleep, and was amazed at how young and carefree she appeared. A small smile touched her soft lips, and long dark eyelashes feathered her pale cheeks. Caleb grinned, remembering her touch, remembering the weight of her breasts, the generous heat of her core.
His eyes traveled downward, and his smile evaporated like dew on a hot day. On the left side of her neck where her pulse throbbed, he saw a purplish-red bruise. He remembered licking and sucking her neck with passionate abandon. He'd obviously left his mark.
Caleb's eyes traveled to the other side of her neck. The mark on this side was lower, where her shoulder met her neck, but it was just as dark and angry-looking.
Slowly he drew the blanket down, trying not to disturb the sleeping beauty. He stopped when he noticed the finger-sized bruises on the outsides of both of her arms. A further exploration exposed similar dark bruises on her hips. One night of passion, one loss of self-control and he'd marked her all to hell and back.
Suddenly she moved, her face signaling her upset. "It's cold," she murmured, pulling the sleeping bag back up to her chin and snuggling in deeper. He rolled away from her and rose, pulling on his underwear and pants. He located his undershirt and slid it on, then buttoned his khaki ranger shirt over it. Lastly, he put on his rain poncho and boots and made his way to the door.
The day greeted him with sunshine. Caleb walked around the shack, surveying the damage around him. While the mud hadn't reached the summit of the small hill upon which the hunting shack was built, it did cover most of the ground below him. The mud looked thick, heavy, and he knew there was no way he'd be able to get to her camp anytime soon. The muck would have to dry enough for them to walk in as the ATV would never make it through the thickest parts. She would have to stay somewhere else for the time being.
Caleb moved downhill, in the general direction of his cabin. The trail was narrow, but most of it was at a high enough elevation to have missed the mudslide. There was one dip, however, low enough to be covered by dark sludge. Caleb moved through the trees, picking up downed branches and small limbs. After gathering them, he began to lay them on the mud-drenched portion of the trail. Several minutes later he thought he had covered the trail enough to drive his ATV across it without getting stuck. He headed back up the hill towards the shack but hesitated before he opened the door.
Inside, the little professor slumbered, and he knew he'd have to wake her soon. But once he did, what to say? It was obvious they were attracted to one another, and to say that they were sexually compatible was the understatement of the year. Still, he couldn't drive out the thought of those bruises.
He'd marked her, not just once but in several places. She was so small, so delicate, and he'd lost control. And this was the second time they'd been together. That had never happened before, not when he'd kept all women at arm's length when he avoided them after the first tim
e. It was all uncharted territory, and it seems he'd already started drawing a map of pain in bruises all over her. What happened later? Would he lose control again? Would he hurt her worse than he already had?
Unbidden, the image of his father's blank face staring down at him after killing his mother rose to his mind, and suddenly it wasn't his father's face looking down at him, but his own. He knew that uncontrollable violence was in his blood. He cared about Danielle, more than he'd ever cared about anyone else in this world, but he couldn't risk hurting her. He had to find some way to distance himself, some way to keep her safe, away from him.
Caleb re-entered the shack, kicking off his muddy boots before stepping over to the mat. She still slept, her face relaxed, a small smile on her lips. He hated to wake her, hated to confront her with his cold control, but he had no choice.
"Danielle," he said, shaking her. She groaned, burrowing deeper in the sleeping bag. "Dani," he said, shaking a little harder. At last, she opened her eyes. She saw him above her and smiled up at him, a smile that shattered his frozen heart into pieces. "We've got to get going," he said, releasing her and turning away. "Get up."
"Good morning to you too," she replied tartly, sitting up and wiping the sleep from her eyes. She stretched lethargically and then rose, shivering in the cold air. The fire had gone out while they slept and Caleb hadn't bothered to try to coax the coals back to life. They were leaving soon enough anyway.
He gathered her clothing from around the cabin and handed it to her without meeting her gaze. Packing in order to distract himself from her nakedness, he started shoving her things back into her duffel and repacking his own supply bag.
"All ready," she said finally as she rolled up her sleeping bag. He put on his boots, and she made to put on hers, then seemed to remember that she only had one. She decided to skip the boots and slipped the solo one in her duffel.
Danielle waited patiently while he moved their things to the ATV. Caleb then came back and picked her up, carrying her out and placing her in the cab. He got in, started up the vehicle, and began driving down the hill and over the patch of mud he'd so deliberately covered.
They came out on the other side without getting stuck, and Danielle looked around, confused. "This isn't the way back to my campsite."
"No, it isn't. There's no way we can make it back to your campsite until the mud has hardened enough to walk on. We'd get stuck in a second if I tried to head back downhill. You're gonna have to stay at my place while we wait for the sun to dry up some of this moisture.
Caleb thought he saw her smile when he mentioned staying at his place. That ghost of a grin caused a mini-war inside himself. Part of him wanted to stand up and pump his fist into the air in triumph. She wanted to stay with him!
The other half shoved his excited self away and scowled. He shouldn't want her to stay with him. He wasn't safe. Luckily the ringing of her cell phone distracted him from the internal battle.
Chapter 11
Dani pulled out her phone and groaned when she saw the number. "Hello?" she said, not wanting the dean to ruin a perfectly wonderful morning.
"Dani, it's marvelous to hear your voice."
Fischer's nasally drone irritated her. It was like a buzzing cloud of gnats. She wished she could wave him away as easily. "I'm calling to make sure you're okay. I heard there was some rough weather out your way, and even a couple of flood warnings."
"I'm fine. There was some flooding, but Ranger Hunt got me to safety before the worst of it."
"Good, I'm glad." The heat in his voice ran over her like an unwanted fever. She wished she could just hang up. "I can't wait to see you again," he murmured, and Dani wanted to be sick over the side of the ATV.
"Thanks for calling to check up on me, Dean Fischer," she said, "but I've really got to go now. I'll talk to you later." Without giving him a chance to respond she hung up, shoving the phone back into her pocket with a sigh.
"Is your boyfriend worried about you?" Caleb asked, his voice curiously flat.
"He's not my boyfriend," she snapped, annoyed. Her anger was motivated by a certain skinny dean, but she didn't mind taking it out on the ranger. Besides, he was the one who wouldn't listen to her last time.
"I see. I guess you're accustomed to spending the night with men who aren't your boyfriend then?"
Dani felt like the wind had just been knocked out of her. She grunted, amazed at his sudden callousness. "That's a low blow," she fired back. "You have no idea what you're talking about."
"I'd say I have some idea," he countered, "since I just spent the night with you, and I sure as hell ain't your boyfriend."
She faced him, not surprised to see his cold mask back in place. Suddenly she wanted to cry. But she didn't. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She let her anger off its leash and tore into him. "Look, you ignorant asshole, Dean Fischer is my boss, and he has some weird thing for me, but I'm not into him. I will never be into him. I never wanted to spend the night with him in the first place. He tricked me."
"Tricked you?" Caleb said, his disbelief evident in his tone. "Tricked you into helping your career with a little slap and tickle? He sure didn't seem disappointed when he dropped you off the next day."
"How dare you!"
Dani couldn't take his baseless accusations anymore. She crossed her arms over her chest and breathed deeply, doing everything she could to ignore the man beside her. The rest of the ride was spent in sullen silence. When Caleb finally pulled up in front of his cabin, she jumped out and grabbed her things then headed to her car.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, following her.
"I'm getting the fuck out of here! If you think I'm gonna stay with you in your shitty little cabin, you're crazy."
She hunted in her backpack for her car keys, wishing he would leave her alone to lick her wounds.
"Like hell." He grabbed her arm and spun her back around. "We just had a hell of a storm, and you know portions of the park are flooded. That means the roads around here are probably flooded too. I'm not gonna let you risk driving off and getting stuck or worse out there."
"It's not your job to babysit me," she growled, yanking her arm out of his grasp. "I'll be fine."
"You're damn right you'll be fine because you're staying here."
"No!" she yelled up into his face.
He stared down at her, anger driving his eyebrows low, hooding his dangerous blue eyes.
All of a sudden he smiled, and the heat in his eyes changed to something more sinister -- desire. Caleb grabbed her arms and pulled her into him, stealing her lips in a savage kiss. He didn't let up until she melted into him until she surrendered and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving as good as she got.
He put his hands on her bottom and lifted her, whispering in her ear for her to wrap her legs around him. She did, and he moaned, pressing his hardness into her womanly softness. For a moment Dani thought he'd take her right here on the hood of her car, and at that moment she didn't care, as long as he was inside her again.
He walked with her across the yard and up the few steps to his cabin. There he had to set her down to dig out his keys, but he kept one arm around her as if he were afraid she would run. And she might.
For one second she wondered what was happening. He had said awful things to her after making sweet love to her, and now he was attempting to have his way with her again. The ranger made her head spin. Before she had a chance to escape, however, he pulled her back into his embrace and ravished her mouth with another heady kiss.
They stumbled into his cabin, and Caleb pulled her into the open room that combined both kitchen and living area. He backed her up to the table and grabbed her waist, lifting her to sit on its cool surface. Without a moment's hesitation, he slid her jeans and panties from her legs, then knelt before her.
"So beautiful, so soft," he whispered from between her thighs, his warm breath hitting her mound, stirring the patch of dark hair that sat above her slit. He slid forward,
and she inhaled heavily when she felt his tongue touched her there.
Caleb buried his head between her thighs and tasted her, licking her inside and out. "So delicious," he sighed, and Dani allowed herself to relax and lay back against the table, holding his shoulders while he paid homage to her.
The pace of his worship increased, and she began to pant and tremble. His tongue thrust into her rapidly, his fingers holding her apart for his assault. Finally, he sucked her clit between his lips and then teased it with his teeth. Dani exploded in climax without warning, crying out his name and grabbing his shoulders so hard that her nails dug into his skin. He did not stop his attentions until she gently came down from the heavens. At last he, stood, smiling down at her in satisfaction.
Caleb wasted no time pulling off his own clothes and returning to stand between her legs, naked and fully aroused. In the light of day, Dani could see his cock and couldn't help but look it over in appreciation. It was massive but finely formed, and currently a most delightful shade of red.
He gently probed her opening with his shaft, her juices allowing him to ease in. With a hard thrust he was lodged inside her, and he bent down to kiss her then, his hands on his shoulders to brace her against him. Then he began to move.
Dani had thought the orgasms of last night were the strongest she'd ever had and ever would have. But it seemed like maybe she was wrong. As Caleb pressed himself inside of her she moaned, her desire burning her up fast, like the short fuse on a stick of dynamite. Too soon she was exploding around him again, clawing at his back. He kept pounding into her, his mouth at her ear, saying things that soon brought her arousal back to feverish heights.
"You feel so good around me," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe. "I can't resist you. I want to spend the rest of my life fucking you."
Her hips moved up to meet his as he slammed into her, picking up the pace, and suddenly the mood of the sex changed. It became charged with something more than passion -- anger.
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