by Gennita Low
“Vivi,” he began again.
“Shut up,” she told him in a fierce voice. “Lift me up, you idiot. Shut up.”
It wasn’t the most romantic line to say in heaven but Jazz followed orders and lifted Vivi by the waist. Her legs felt strong and sure as they curled around his waist.
She leaned down and kissed his lips and face, quick hard kisses. “I thought you were dead. I thought he blew you up.” Her words tumbled out as she reached down and took hold of his eagerly waiting erection again. “I thought you were dead.”
She was feverish, commanding, and totally irresistible. “I think you can tell I’m very alive, sweetheart,” was all Jazz could manage to say as she nudged him against her own very heated and wet flesh. When did she lose her underwear? That question got lost somewhere with a million other logic cells as she slowly took him inside her.
Heaven. She was so ready he slid in all the way.
She moved. Oh definitely heaven. Sur la terre comme au Ciel. And so much more.
Jazz gave in. Desire and need swamped his senses. He kissed her roughly as she controlled the pace. Her response was equally as rough as she gave in to her own sensual pleasure.
He released one hand from her waist, slipping it where they were joined, seeking to add to her excitement. She was slick with need as she shuddered against his massaging fingers.
Vivi bit back a cry at his intimate touch. He moved his fingers in a leisurely fashion that contrasted with her urgency. She rode him hard, demanding a quick release, and he deliberately slowed down even more, driving her pleasure into an intense need. Everything centered on what his fingers were doing to her.
“Please, Jazz,” she finally whispered against his mouth.
“Regarde, chouchou. Heaven. Look at the stars. It feels better if you look up.”
Confused, she did so and stared in wonder at the night sky lit up with twinkling jewels. Her hips slowed. It seemed as if the whole universe was glowing. His questing thumb continued its sensual rubbing, sliding up as she came down on him, and going slowly back down as she pulled up off his hard length. That felt…so…out of this world.
“C’est comme ca pour moi, chouchou. You bring heaven to me.”
Vivi trembled at the beauty of his words. He was right. The need to feel him inside, the desire to celebrate his being alive, was magnified by the silence and beauty above. This world was theirs, watching them, making them a part of it.
She had never felt so close to anyone in her life. To be connected this way, mind and body, staring up at the incredible vista above them…It was an experience she couldn’t compare to anything she had ever gone through. And she wanted it to last forever, even though each intimate stroke brought her closer to completion.
He built her pleasure to an incredible slow tight ball of nova heat, whispering sexy words as he urged her to come for him. She began to move faster again and there was no stopping the tumbling fireball about to explode inside her. She finally paused in mid-stroke, a whimper of pleasure caught in her throat.
Jazz swallowed her cries, his hips surging up eagerly and taking over, and finally, unable to hang on to his control, he pushed her down one final hard time. He pushed in as deep as he could, needing to reach inside and give all he had to this woman.
A thousand mini explosions. He had never climaxed this hard and this long. He imagined a shooting star streaking across the sky. Hell, a hundred shooting stars as his release kept surging his hips against Vivi over and over, as if he wanted to merge with her all the way.
“Heaven,” she whispered into his ear, already sensitized by her kisses, “is finding someone you thought you’ve lost forever.”
Jazz couldn’t agree more.
CHAPTER
18
Vivi looked at Jazz’s face in the dark. He was still inside her. He was breathing hard and she could feel the rapid beating of his heart under her hand. He held her securely by her hips, hugging her tightly, arching his back as if he were still climaxing. He felt so good. He turned around and pushed her against something hard. A branch. Using that to brace himself, he let go of her, and it took her a few seconds before she realized he was fumbling with his loosened pants. His movements teased her as he kept pushing deeper while kicking his camies aside. She could only cling to him, her legs around him, loving the feel of him. The branch behind her creaked slightly at their combined weight.
When he was ready, he held her again and turned in the darkness, surefooted as a cat. He kept walking, and each stride had her gasping as she felt him growing big and hard against her womb. He refused to let her move, his hands insistent as he kept her firmly lodged. A whimper escaped her lips.
“Do you think you were the only person who thought you lost someone? God, Vivi…when I saw your blouse on the ground, I thought…”
Jazz didn’t finish. He found what he was looking for, a flat area where he could go on his knees, with her under him. Vaguely, she noted that he was still wearing his shirt, but all thoughts fled as he pulled the cup of her bra to one side and began to suckle her breast.
She arched into his mouth and gasped as one hand found her other breast, pulling the cup away so his fingers could stroke her nipple. She could see the whole span of the night sky above him now, and his mouth was so hot in contrast to the cool mountain air.
He rose up above her. “Your appearance scared the daylights out of me, chouchou. That wasn’t the distraction I had in mind for us. What the hell were you thinking, don’t you know being in a crossfire can get you killed?” His hands traveled over her face. “Did he hurt you? Did he do anything?”
“I’m okay,” she told him, cutting into his string of questions.
He kissed her fiercely, possessively. “Do you know I lost half my life, clinging to the back of that damn trailer, wondering whether you were okay? Are you sure he didn’t touch you? Your blouse…”
The man had clung to the back of the trailer all this time, just to rescue her. Vivi’s eyes filled with tears. It hadn’t crossed her mind that anyone would ever care for her that much to risk his life like that. His lips kissed away her tears.
“He didn’t, Jazz. I wouldn’t have let it go that far,” she assured him.
“Baby, there were at least a dozen men in that truck. Not letting isn’t going to stop them.” He laid his stubbly cheek against hers. “You’re too damn independent.”
Vivi choked back a laugh. This was Jazz being his most alpha yet. “Too independent? What, I’m supposed to have your approval about my life?”
“Damn right. Too strong for your own good.”
“You’re being silly.”
He slid out of her. His lips traveled down her stomach. Lower. She tensed her stomach, waiting for his kiss, wanting it, but he teased her, nibbling at her upper thighs instead until she burned with need.
“Silly, huh?” he murmured. She shook her head restlessly as she waited. “I want you weak for me. I want you to think about what you’d do to me if you get hurt. I want you to depend on me enough, chouchou, so you feel you have to come back to me safely. That should stop you from putting yourself in danger like that. What’s so silly about that?”
Finally, to make his point, his hot tongue touched Vivi where she wanted it most. She had plenty to say about those macho lines he’d just thrown at her, but right now…all she could do was writhe under his onslaught. The surrounding darkness of the shrubs and the inky night sky, the hidden moon with its sliver of light that allowed Vivi to catch glimpses of the man making love to her, the scent of their bonding, the insistent pressure of his clever tongue—if there was such a thing as the edge of consciousness in the throes of pleasure, Vivi knew this must be it. She could only lie there, floating and tumbling through a swirl of sensation, as she relinquished ownership of her body.
He was different. It was as if the soldier in him had disappeared and those compartmentalized emotions he had held within were freed. All his rage and fear. The part of him that was under control w
hile he was getting things done was shoved aside. In its place was a determined male, needing reassurance that he had what he was after, wanting to punish her for making him so angry, so afraid.
His tongue was exactly that. Punishing. Taking. Uncompromisingly insistent on her giving in to him. He knew how to weaken her. Not with words. He weakened her with desire, with the need for him to continue staking a claim with his mouth. She could hardly breathe as he stoked her desire to a peak and kept her there, his tongue holding her independence a willing prisoner. Then she felt his fingers. Another punishing weapon of desire. Sliding inside her willing flesh and mounting pressure upon more pressure.
She bit down on her lower lip to stop a moan. There was something very earthy and sexy about letting a man take a woman on a journey like this in the wilderness. He was totally in charge in this setting. Man claiming woman as his own, using his natural-born magic to make her his. He didn’t have to utter a word or beat his chest. He kissed her where it was the most intimate, where her essence primed her for his taking. And his fingers kept her very primed, stroking her until she shook from pleasure.
Vivi understood his mood. She had been desperate in her need for reassurance that Jazz was really there. She had taken him; now it was his turn. She understood that he was doing the same. And she wanted him.
He was tortuously thorough, driving her mad as he found and paid attention to the hidden nub over and over. He didn’t tease. He went after what he wanted—her capitulation, her desire, her acknowledgment…everything. She trembled helplessly as he built dark pleasure stroke by silken stroke, as he stoked that sensual fire into another nova about to explode. All the while, she played with his hair with restless hands. Desire was a sensuous flow of white-hot need, slowly taking over every part of her body, until she was weak from it. Just the way Jazz wanted her. She needed. She wanted. Depended on him to give her back her strength. She whimpered in protest when he stopped.
Climbing on top, he slowly entered her again. She sighed. Oh God, that felt so good. Her legs eagerly curled around him, and she pushed him with the back of her legs, but this time it was he who set the pace. He pushed deep into her and stayed there, unmoving.
Vivi used her thighs and calves to urge him to move. Instead, he kissed her ear and whispered, “Do you need me now? Do you want me to continue?”
Of course she did. He was buried deep and his pubic bone rubbed against her clitoris as he flexed. “Move, Jazz,” she whispered back. “It feels so good when you move.”
He flexed and she could feel the flanks of his buttocks tightening against her thighs and the tension grew fiercer as he pushed even deeper. She could feel him rubbing inside.
“Clench around me, chouchou,” he ordered. “Hold me tightly.”
She did so, flexing her internal muscles to give him that extra incentive to move. But Jazz had other ideas. He flexed with her, his hips moving, even though he didn’t come out of her. She shuddered again as a wave of pleasure hit her unexpectedly. Testing, she tightened the walls of her vagina again, holding him, and he rewarded her with the same upward plunge, flexing deep, yet not moving. The sensation was even stronger as she clenched longer the second time.
She loosened and he relaxed. She tightened and he flexed. And then he started to pull out with deliberate care the next time she let go. It felt as if he controlled her pleasure. Her orgasm gushed out in one long release, as he unplugged the sexual tension by withdrawing ever so slowly, and she jerked uncontrollably, her contractions ferocious and prolonged, as he began to move in and out of her in measured strokes. Every slide in had her wanting more. Every slide out made her even wetter.
Trying not to scream enhanced the pleasure even further. She gasped, taking in deep breaths, as she clung to Jazz. He was in a world of his own, his whole concentration on her body and its reaction to his taking. He listened to her body the way only a musician would, fine-tuning her pleasure to please himself, playing with her need until he created what he wanted. And he wanted her. And he wanted her pleasure.
Vivi gave him both willingly. Here, in the most unexpected of places, unplanned and in danger of discovery, in a country with which she had always associated pain and loss of innocence, she found the most unexpected, most unplanned, and most dangerous thing of all—a man who seemed intent on replacing the sense of loss that had always lingered inside her. And if she let him in, was she ready to let go of the past?
CHAPTER
19
Vivi opened her eyes slowly. She’d just had the most marvelous dream. She had been flying, floating higher and higher. She could still smell the sweetness in the air as she flew toward some unknown destination. Everything was light and joyful, and a smile fluttered the corner of her lips as she sleepily enjoyed the last vestiges of her dream. Light and joyful. She hadn’t felt that in a long time, and wondered where she had been heading in her…
Dream. Her mind came alive with a start and she jerked up and found a heavy vise wrapped around torso. Her hand reached up automatically and felt the warm muscular arm keeping her against a very warm body.
“Go back to sleep.” His voice was low.
“Have you been awake all this time?” She couldn’t believe she had dozed off like that. They were still far from safe, for God’s sake. What had she been thinking, attacking the man like a sex maniac while in the middle of an operation? Then she remembered what they had done—what he had done to her—and heat suffused her entire body.
“Mmm-hmm,” he murmured.
She couldn’t think of anything to say. “You go to sleep now. My turn to keep watch.”
“I’m fine. I like listening to you snore.”
“I do not snore.” She poked him with her elbow when he chuckled sleepily.
“I’m only teasing, chouchou.”
She felt him kiss the top of her head. “Thanks for coming to my rescue,” she said.
“I like the way you thanked me. Ouch.”
She gave him another poke to the ribs. “Are you teasing me?” She felt very comfortable lying here in the dark. The man was a marvelous lover, just as she had known he would be. She guessed it had been inevitable that they would end up naked but she hadn’t thought it would be in the middle of nowhere. “Seriously, I can’t believe you came after me.”
His caress paused. “Did you think I’d just leave you on your own?” He sounded incredulous. “With Dilaver?”
She smiled in the dark. No need to start a fight after such wonderful sex. “I didn’t know anyone saw me. Everything happened so fast,” she replied soothingly.
He gave a disbelieving snort. “Chouchou, after watching your antics with the goats, I’m having a hard time believing that you were unaware that half your men watched your being taken prisoner and didn’t lift a finger to go after Dilaver. They were following orders, no doubt.”
Vivi shrugged. “They knew what was more important—the girls.”
His arm tightened around her. “Not to me.” His voice had turned edgy. “If I hadn’t been there…You shouldn’t take such risks.”
Vivi sighed. She really didn’t want to discuss this right now, not when she wanted to savor the last couple of hours.
“It’s my job,” she said, repeating T.’s usual line. Well, at least now she understood why T. used it. It was the easiest way to answer any question on which she didn’t want to expand.
“I know. Part of me accepts it. But I don’t have to like it.”
She thought about it a moment. Fair enough. “Okay.”
“You should have told me about your crazy plan.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t have the energy to lead my group of men and mollify a group of SEALs who aren’t used to GEM activities. I know how you guys would have been. All of you would have insisted on changing the original plan.”
“What’s wrong with a little input?” He had resumed his caressing. “A joint mission is about teamwork, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I’m also aware our groups had two differen
t goals and I was only trying to make sure both got accomplished. Let’s face it, Jazz, had your men known, they would have gotten all protective of me. I really appreciate it but I don’t need all your eyes on me while I do my job. As it is, the mission goals have been accomplished.”
“You’ve rescued the girls. We’ve gotten Dilaver stranded. And…” Jazz pulled her closer. “I got you naked. Mission goals accomplished.”
Hearing the amused note in his voice, Vivi relaxed again. One thing about this man she really liked—as long as she had an explanation, he always accepted her as she was. She suddenly felt the need to give a personal one. He had freely spoken about his family, giving glimpses of his childhood. Perhaps if she shared a little, he would understand.
“Are you awake?” she asked.
“Yeah. I won’t sleep. I want you to rest, though. We have a long way to go tomorrow.”
His concern for her touched her more than anything else. Physical attraction was just chemistry, but personal sacrifice and a willingness to shoulder responsibilities, even pain, were choices that spoke volumes to her. They were important lessons she had learned from the past and she admired those qualities in others. Jazz had all these, and more. She leaned back against his heat, giving a soft sigh. So maybe this was what being wanted felt like.
“When I was very young,” she began, softly, “I fantasized about who my father was. He had strange hair like mine and weird colored eyes, and for a small child, it sounded as if her father had been from outer space. The fairy tales in my culture always had gods and goddesses coming down to earth and doing magic and fighting bad evil spirits, so in my mind, my father was from heaven and he came down to do battle with bad men, and one day would come to take me.”
She paused. What a stupid way to start an explanation. She hadn’t ever told him she was brought up here—how would he understand if she didn’t tell him? Maybe she should stop. She felt Jazz’s arm tighten around her, as if he had read her thoughts.
