Heat enveloped Sarah when remembrance of his long, thick cock pounding into her entered her thoughts. It had been an act of pure madness, and desperation to feel something other than fear. The last few days had been a living nightmare and she’d been convinced it wasn’t going to end well. Clint had called her a damsel in distress. Well, there was no denying he was her savior.
When a few minutes passed and he still didn’t materialize, she sat up, mildly surprised her muscles weren’t protesting. Apparently, the hot springs and Clint’s massage had done the trick. She gazed about the cave, noticing the fire had burned out. Her eyes returned to the waterfall with longing, wondering how much trouble she could get into if she took a quick shower.
Her gaze flew to where his duffel bag was against the wall. Acting on a hunch, she rushed to it, convinced there had to be some kind of toilet kit in there. She was rewarded for snooping around when her fingers found it at the bottom of the bag, an old leather satchel that was soft with age and use. Sarah couldn’t believe her luck when she discovered a bar of soap stashed inside. Bringing it to her nose, she glanced back to the falls again.
Do I dare? What if Clint returns before I’m finished?
She’d been forced to go without a lot of things the last few days, and the temptation was too great to pass up. Besides, what could he do to her? Wrapping the blanket around her, she made her way to the cave’s entrance and beyond, to the beginning of the path that took them down. A thorough search of the surrounding area didn’t produce Clint, or anyone else, anywhere.
Before she lost her nerve, Sarah rushed back to the cave and dropped the blanket. She didn’t think twice about stepping beneath the falling water, knowing her time was limited. She let out a squeal. The water was colder than she thought. Yet it didn’t stop her from quickly lathering her hair and body, aware Clint could return at any moment.
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Clint broke through the trees and glanced up, sucking in his breath when his eyes landed on Sarah, naked and standing beneath the waterfall like a wood nymph luring men to their deaths. Her hands were gliding over her luscious tits, ass and pussy as she washed. The scene was straight out of a porn flick.
Fucking hell!
He swore viciously when he realized the sun wasn’t playing tricks on him. She apparently didn’t have an ounce of self-preservation in her pretty head. He started to sprint the rest of the way up the rocky slope with a sense of urgency, realizing if he could see her then anyone else out in the jungle could too.
He was out of breath by the time he reached the top. She’d just finished her shower and was in the process of bending to grab the army blanket when he stormed through the cave’s entrance, madder than a hornet and ready for a fight. The noise he made alerted her she was no longer alone and she spun around with a soft cry, clutching the blanket to the front of her. His gaze raked over her wet head and naked shoulders before zeroing in on hers.
A nervous laugh escaped Sarah when she saw him. “Oh, you scared me half to death! I thought you were…” Her words trailed off when she realized the expression on his face was anger. “What?” She backed up nervously when he advanced on her.
“What the hell were you doing? Trying to give Rodriguez’s men a fucking peep show?” His words were sharp and precise, coming out between clenched teeth. “Did you think you were fucking invisible taking that shower or did you just think his men would become so enamored by the sight of your tits and ass that…”
Sarah hauled off and slapped him before he could stop her. Clint backed her against the cave wall, trapping her there without touching her, his eyes blazing.
“You bastard!” she swore, a spark in her eyes told him she was just as angry as he was. “How dare you!”
He took another threatening step forward, clenching his hands at his sides. Drops of water dripped from her hair, running down her face and neck. He had to admit she looked damn good all cleaned up, but he was too irate to appreciate it. She used the blanket like a shield, the look in her hostile eyes damning him to hell and back.
“I dare because I’m trying to save your fucking ass, and I don’t want mine shot off in the process. Or was your little peep show for my benefit?” He purposely let his eyes drop down her body. “You want a repeat of last night, angel?” he taunted, recalling their earlier heated episode. “Is that it? You want my cock?”
Her shocked expression said he was close to the truth. “That’s not why I was taking a shower!” This time Sarah hit him so hard she hurt her hand, giving it a couple shakes to lessen the pain. Clint could tell by her face that she wanted to do it again, wondering why he’d let her get away with it in the first place. He could have stopped her, but the truth was, he wanted another reason for putting his hands on her. Even if it was in anger.
He met the defiant blaze in her bright eyes with his own burning anger. She had the nerve to tilt that stubborn chin a notch as if to let him know she wouldn’t cower from him if he chose to slap her back. Clint clenched his jaw, pissed she wasn’t afraid of him. He’d warned her, hadn’t he? It was time little Miss Sarah Reynolds learned a well-earned lesson. He didn’t issue threats he wasn’t prepared to back up.
“What did I tell you before, about giving as good as I get?” He purposely kept his voice low, fooling Sarah into believing his anger was disintegrating. He sensed immediately when she let down her guard. Before she could guess his intentions, Clint reached forward and ripped the blanket out of her hands.
He didn’t give her a chance to move before his hands were there, encircling the fleshy part of her arms and hauling her up against him, but not before getting an eyeful. He lowered his eyes, zeroing right in on her glistening bush. His body reacted immediately, remembering how good it felt sinking into her and fucking her hard. But first…
“Maybe it’s time I back up my bark,” he grated through clenched teeth, his nostrils flaring. His face wasn’t more than an inch away from her.
She cried out but Clint ignored it. He’d meant to shake some sense into her, but when her soft body was against him and the clean scent of her assailed his senses, he gave in to a more primitive urge. An animal need to subdue, tame, and possess. The sexual urges that had been riding him hard all night came back in full force. Only there was one thing he was going to do before giving in to his basic instincts.
He pulled Sarah, twisting and squirming to get away, with him toward a large boulder against the cave wall. At one point she broke away but Clint grabbed her back into his arms before she took a step.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, struggling.
“Something I should have fucking done earlier.” Clint sat down on the boulder and forced Sarah across his knees. “You need to learn one way or another that I call the shots, angel.” He wrapped his arm across her waist to hold her in place, staring down at the quivering globes of her ass.
“Don’t you dare!” Sensing what was coming, she clenched her butt cheeks and Clint laughed. “Let me up!”
“You’re not in any position to issue orders.”
“Damn you!”
He brought his hand down.
“Ouch!”
His handprint stained one pretty cheek. Clint brought his hand down again.
“Ouch! Damn you…I’m warning you…” Sarah began to squirm more vigorously, her movements fed the raging hard on between his legs. Each time she squirmed, she brushed his throbbing dick. Clint’s breathing became ragged.
He slapped her again. This time all she did was catch her breath. He repeated the action several times, each slap lessoning in pressure, until Sarah’s ass was blazing red and she was whimpering. No longer moving to get away, Clint decided she deserved a reward. He lowered his head and kissed one cheek, not surprised to find her skin fiery hot. He kissed the other cheek before smoothing his palm over her abused flesh. His actions caused her to sigh.
Her slight straining seemed to be for a different reason now. Clint got the impression she no longer wanted to get away. She r
aised her ass as if in offering. He grinned, his cock straining with the possibility of sinking into tight, forbidden territory. He ran his palm over her flesh in a light caress, hoping to sooth some of the sting away. This time her sigh turned into a low moan that couldn’t be disguised.
Sarah was turned on.
Clint pulled her up to meet her eyes. Her face was flushed and her eyes were filled with tears that hadn’t run over yet. Her lips were parted. It was clear she was fighting her feelings. Her expression was a mixture of righteous anger and desire.
“Are you done?” Her words were slow and precise.
“Not in a fucking long shot.” Clint’s gaze dropped to her full, rose-tipped breasts. “I’m just getting started, angel.” In one swift move, he rose to his feet, pulling Sarah up with him.
He kissed her. It was no gentle kiss. Her head snapped back from the force of it. She moaned deep in her throat, making a half-hearted attempt to struggle out of his grasp. Her tits were crushed against his chest with their pointed little nipples. He tangled his hands in her wet hair holding her still, so he could take his fill of her sweet mouth.
She turned her head. “Not like this…” she gasped. “Not in anger.”
Clint forced her back around. “I told you, Sarah. I warned you about pushing me too far,” he rasped against her mouth, moving back far enough for his smoldering gaze to rake over her. Her nipples teased him with every breath she took. He wanted to put his mouth on her bare flesh. I want to consume her…
“So, you’re going to force yourself on me?” Her whisper echoed off the walls, filled with desperation, the green of her eyes darkening with something akin to fear. Only Clint knew it wasn’t fear. He could sense her arousal, her acceptance of what he was doing. Only she’d never willingly admit she was as turned on as he was.
“Will it be force?” he whispered back, his gaze demanding the truth she was unwilling to reveal. He inhaled slowly, deeply, taking in her warm scent. The fire in his blood was getting hotter by the second—demanding he do something about it. “Do you think I don’t know when a woman wants to be fucked?”
She caught her breath. He watched her eyes flare with a desire she could no longer disguise, and in that second, Clint had his answer. It was all he needed. Slowly lowering his face, he fully intended to take possession of her mouth again. This time when his lips closed over hers, she participated, hungrily, parting her lips so their tongues could mesh and explore, imitating the intimate act of fucking.
His hands moved to her tits, closing over them and testing their heavy weight in his palms. He flicked his thumbs over the pebble-hard nipples before giving in to the burning ache to taste them or lose his mind. He tore his mouth from hers and lifted her off her feet, taking a nipple in his mouth and torturing it with his teeth and tongue.
“Clint,” Sarah cried out breathlessly, when his mouth made love to her breasts. She arched her back, forcing the lower half of her body against his. He shuddered and groaned low when she rubbed against him like a cat wanting attention. He licked and nibbled his way back and forth between her quivering flesh, sensing the bristly stubble on his chin was adding an extra element of pleasure for her.
Her response was to reach for his cock, and he was helpless against her. Even through his pants, her hands made his balls swell with lust and Clint knew it wouldn’t take much to make him lose control.
Fuck, when is the last time I’ve felt anything so damn good? Sarah’s hands asserted just enough pressure to keep him on the edge, without going over. Now he knew how hot a volcano got before it erupted.
His body was on fire from the inside out. And with Sarah’s tits against him, Clint could feel her heart pounding out of control. There was no question she was as aroused as he was. For a moment, he just stood there and let her have her way, enjoying the friction of her rubbing over his throbbing dick. When he couldn’t take anymore of her caresses, he pushed her hand away and picked her up.
Her hands fell to his shoulders as she glanced down at him. Her lips were parted and her eyes glazed. Her wet hair fell in front of her shoulders to drip down on Clint. Her ample breasts were level with his mouth and he did what any normal, aroused male might do. He opened his mouth and latched on to a nipple as if suckling for nourishment. If Sarah’s sigh hadn’t indicated her pleasure, the nails digging into his shoulders did. He took his fill, biting and sucking until Sarah was trembling wildly.
Her low moan of obvious pleasure filled the cave, joining his groan to echo off the walls like the primitive mating sounds of two wild animals. Clint slowly lowered Sarah so that her taut nipples grazed his chest as she glided down his hard body. His mouth attacked hers with growing hunger, stabbing his tongue against hers, receptive as she nibbled his bottom lip in retaliation. Clinging together in a passionate, hot kiss, their hands began to explore and take pleasure in each other’s moist, aroused bodies.
Sarah’s hands smoothed over Clint’s muscular arms. Before he could warn her to stay clear of his left bicep, her caress took her there. He twitched and jerked away, but he didn’t break the lip lock he had on her. She was the one who broke their kiss, pulling away when it was obvious his reaction wasn’t what she’d been expecting.
Troubled eyes moved over his arm until they landed on the nasty looking gash across his bicep. “There’s no way a thorn could have caused this. You’re hurt…” She avoided his mouth when he tried to re-capture her lips.
“I hurt here too, angel.” He mouthed the words against her lips, taking her hand and holding it against his cock. Bending her to his will, he stole yet another wet kiss.
“But…” She broke away again, only Clint showed her it was a losing battle.
He didn’t want any mothering. He needed release and he needed it soon. He attacked her mouth, forcing it open. His hands moved on to explore intimate valleys and crevices of her body on an erotic journey that pleasured them both. Before long, his rough caress took him between her thighs to her pussy. He found her engorged clit tucked away behind the thick bush and flicked his finger over it, causing her body to convulse.
He continued the torture until he sensed she couldn’t take any more. Then he let his hands travel down her spine and over the curve of her hips, continuing to her bottom. Cupping her buttocks, his fingers delved into her supple flesh, squeezing and shaping her.
He didn’t stop Sarah’s hand from wandering down to the waistband of his fatigues and slipping inside. His cock throbbed with the anticipation of her hand touching him. And she didn’t disappoint Clint. She took hold of him, her fingers squeezing him gently before moving over his length with a heated caress that caused him to shudder.
Clint expressed his pleasure and encouragement by groaning loudly. Her brazen move pushed him beyond the restraint of his own wants. His finger glided past her clit and deep into her pussy. The need to be inside her became so intense that he shook with it. His body demanded release, satisfied he was going to get it when Sarah reached between them to unfasten his pants.
He didn’t take time to remove them—his impatience had grown to explosive proportions. Sarah gasped with surprise when he lifted her again and positioned her back against the cave wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and guiding him into the deep, wet heat of her. Her body tightened instantly around his hard flesh, and Clint lost control. He held her against the wall for a moment, shuddering as he held back from climaxing too soon. He leaned into her, breathing heavily, taking a moment to calm himself.
Sarah revealed her hunger by tightening the inner walls of her womb around his shaft and forcing Clint to continue. Her nails raked down his back before she leaned forward to tug on his bottom lip. Shit! She knew all the moves to push him past sanity. Growling, he began to move, working up his speed until he was slamming into her, time and time again.
His hands clenched the softness of her bottom, holding her firmly as he fucked her hard and fast. Sarah held on tight, crying out each time he thrust into her body. Clint made certain each
time he entered her he went a little deeper than before. When Clint felt her mouth on the side of his neck, her teeth grazing his flesh, he knew he couldn’t take any more.
He grunted and pulled back, taking one of Sarah’s nipples into his mouth as he pounded into her relentlessly. His action pushed her over the top, her breathless cries signaling her release was near.
“Oh God!”
“Let it go, baby!” He felt hot release racing through his body.
Clint wrapped his hand in Sarah’s hair and forced her to meet his burning eyes. Her face was flushed with emotion, her soft lips parted, and nostrils flared delicately. She seemed helpless to do anything other than stare into his eyes, gasping uncontrollably as the first wave of release caught them. Then she cried out, her body trembling wildly against his. That was all it took. Clint groaned and his body bowed as he released a stream of hot cum into her convulsing pussy.
For a moment, they gazed into each other’s eyes, witnessing each other’s climax. Sarah seemed a little embarrassed and self-conscious over her loss of control. But then she closed her eyes and rode the wave. The sounds of their mutual pleasure echoed around them until they gradually collapsed into each other.
Chapter Twelve
It seemed an eternity passed before reality set in. Clint’s body was pinning Sarah against the cave wall, the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor. When he finally slipped out of her, he felt an emptiness that went all the way to his soul. An unexpected feeling he didn’t want to explore. He moved back just enough for their eyes to meet, noticing hers were filled with a vulnerability he felt responsible for. He stepped away and turned to adjust his pants.
He was the first one to break the awkward silence. “You’d better get dressed. We need to start out.”
He ignored her slight huff. Well, what does she expect, a tender kiss or lingering caress? Words saying how great she is or that was the best sex I’ve ever had? Words of undying love? Undying love, huh! You had to have a heart to feel an emotion like love, and he didn’t have one.
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