by Lora Leigh
“Good point.” She nodded, scanning the area. Up ahead she saw the marker. Logan was right; it was inconspicuous. Hunter noticed as well and slowed to a stop. Samantha hopped out and pulled it up, threw it in the back, then walked around the rest of the way.
The mouth of the cave was secluded, shielded by bushes and undergrowth. Hunter drove the Jeep as far into the brush as he could and secured it.
Hunter had to duck to enter the cave. Samantha didn’t expect it to be as spacious inside as it was. It opened up into a cavern big enough for all their equipment and a fire if they needed one. Someone had already cleared it out and kindling was piled along one wall with a stack of firewood.
“This will be pretty comfortable.” Hunter scanned the room then glanced at her. “Let’s get the Jeep unloaded.”
When they had everything they needed unloaded and set up in the cave, Hunter put the top up on the Jeep, and it seemed to dissolve into the foliage. Deeper inside the cave, lanterns sent shadows and low light dancing over the walls. It was cool, but not cool enough for a fire. The sun was going down, and Samantha was thankful for the bug repellent. She sat cross-legged on her thick bedroll, loading her pistol.
“Come here,” Hunter said without turning. She pulled herself up and went to where he stood right outside the cave. He put his arm around her. “Look, down there is the rest stop. You see?”
“Yeah, pretty clear view.” Even with the dim light, she could see the block building through the trees and the people walking back and forth from the building to the various cars, trucks, and campers. “Shouldn’t be difficult to get what we need,” she muttered.
“We have a video camera with infrared.” Hunter nodded.
“Cool.” Samantha grinned up at him. “A new toy! I get to use it.”
Hunter chuckled and kissed her nose. “We’ll see.”
She scowled at him. “Oh yeah. You’ll see.” She looked back down at the rest stop. “What about Tom? Will he be showing up here?”
“I doubt it.” She felt him watching her now. Her body so easily responded to his slightest touch. Like honey, arousal spread warmth through her as his hand moved down over her hip and up again, but she tried to ignore it. “Sam.”
Conflicting emotions swirled in her stomach as she kept her eyes on the rest stop. Hunter turned to stand in front of her, blocking her view. He lifted her chin and waited till she met his gaze. What she thought she saw in his eyes made her breath hitch. Or was she seeing what she wanted to see?
Before she could decide, his mouth closed over hers, his tongue stroking hers, tasting her kiss. Desire erupted inside her like a flash fire as he pulled her close, his hands holding her body tightly against his. Her nipples tightened against his chest, his thigh moved between hers, and she swallowed his groan. His hands moved over her ass, kneading, lifting her against his hard thigh, then his bulging erection.
“Hunter. We need to be watching.” Her words were a moan whispered against his mouth as she threaded her fingers through his hair. “On guard.”
“It’s early yet. Nothing will happen for hours,” he murmured as he nibbled along her jawline, her earlobe, her neck. “Baby, I have to taste you, feel you now. I won’t get another chance later.” Her body was vibrating with need. Liquid heat flooded her sensitive folds; her vagina clenched, aching to be filled with him. Only him.
chapter twenty
Hunter’s mouth devoured hers, his head tilted, his tongue licking then delving past her lips, her teeth, to stroke the delicate interior. He sipped at her tongue and nibbled at her lips as he walked her backward, until she found herself wedged between the rough, cool stone and the searing heat of Hunter’s solid body. The provocative way he moved against her, causing the lacy cups of her bra to abrade her erect nipples, heightened her arousal.
He leaned away from her body, but only enough to touch her face, to caress the rounded sides of her breasts. They felt as though they were swelling, filling his big hands with her heated flesh. His thumbs teased her nipples, and she squirmed as his hand moved lower, slowly, as though he loved the feel of her stomach, her navel, flooding her senses with every erotic touch. With a flick of his wrist, he unbuttoned her jeans, his fingers slipped in and trailed lower, just above the elastic band of her panties. Gently, lightly, he stroked her there, she felt like she was going up in flames.
His hand slid inside her panties to the curls covering her mound, and over the pouting lips of her sex. Slowly he traced the crevice between. She tilted her hips and spread her legs wantonly, allowing him better access as he drew her juices over her swelling flesh. His mouth muted her cries as his fingers eased between her slick folds. She ground her hips against his hand as his tongue moved inside her mouth, mimicking the way his fingers stroked her saturated pussy.
Her breath was coming in pants as she clutched at his shoulders. She wrapped a leg around his hip and pulled him closer as she rode his hand. A sound that was greedy and raw escaped his throat, and his hand became rough and hungry.
With his free hand, he shoved her shirt and bra up together, freeing her breasts. He growled, taking one taut peak inside his hot mouth. His tongue flicked over it, and she grit her teeth and swallowed her scream. His finger plunged inside her, stroking her as the arousal flowing from her gripping flesh flooded his hand. Her mind was fuzzy, her whole focus on the building tension growing, throbbing within her. She cried out, unable to stop herself. He was taking her to the edge and she was helpless.
“Shhh, baby,” he whispered hoarsely against her throbbing lips.
“I can’t,” she whimpered, licking her swollen lips as she tore at his shirt. She wasn’t sure how she got his shirt off and she didn’t care. She loved this man; she wanted this man like she’d never wanted anyone. She was voracious. Her need, her desire was like a wild, hot current running along every nerve.
He jerked her against him, his mouth covering hers as he took her over the edge. Samantha bucked in his arms, her breath caught as pleasure consumed her. He swallowed her moans with his hungry kisses.
It took a moment for the pulses of her orgasm to soften enough to free her mind. Her nails bit into the warm, smooth skin of his bicep. It bulged under her palm as he continued to stroke her gently, not letting her pleasure completely fade. She licked and bit and sucked his neck. Her blood was raging through her veins, demanding more of him. She needed to feel him inside her.
Her hands slid down his chest, unfastened his jeans and freed him. His hot, rock-hard cock filled her hand. God, she loved how his throbbing cock felt in her hand, in her mouth, in her pussy. She kissed him, sucked his bottom lip as her thumb smoothed over his velvety tip. She spread the drop of pre-cum as she explored. She stroked his ridged shaft, feeling the blood pulse through the prominent veins. “Fuck me, Hunter,” she whimpered breathlessly in his ear.
He yanked the shirt and bra over her head and threw it aside. She opened her eyes and met his dark gaze. “God, you’re making me crazy,” he snarled low before possessing her mouth again. She cried into his mouth as he shoved her pants down.
Her world tilted, and she found herself lying on the bedroll. He held her effortlessly, as though she were weightless. He pulled her jeans off with a single tug. She lay there, overheated, naked, watching him as he stepped out of his own jeans and knelt between her legs. His strength and the power of his lust for her had her trembling in anticipation.
He grasped her hips and pulled her forward, and she rose up, straddling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His cock nestled between the sopping, engorged lips of her pussy and she gasped. His hands caressed her ass, slowly moving her back and forth. He let the round, swollen head glide against her throbbing clit.
Samantha kissed him frantically, moaning into his mouth. He groaned and cupped her breast, weighing and kneading it as his mouth moved down, nibbling her collarbone, his tongue firmly stroking her other breast. She arched her back as his teeth grazed her nipple, sending her spiraling out of control. She clutc
hed at him, panting as her head fell back.
His hand fisted in her hair and he pulled her to him. She clung to him as the waves of sensation swelled, pushing her toward climax again. He lifted her then, impaling her onto his thick shaft. His mouth covered hers, swallowing her screams as a second orgasm seized her. Helplessly captive to the pounding surge of pleasure, her body trembled from the force of it. Her rippling flesh clutched at his invading cock.
“You feel so good, Sam,” Hunter groaned, moving inside her. “So hot and wet.”
She pressed against him and rode. Her body, coated with sweat, slid against him. Every brush of her erect nipples against his chest sent new spirals of pleasure surging through her, coiling tighter and tighter, building again. “Harder, Hunter,” she croaked.
“Yeah, baby. Wrap your legs around me.” He held her hips still while she leaned back, bracing her body on her arms, her hands fisted in the padded bedroll. “Tighter, hold on tighter.” She tried to catch her breath as she did as he instructed, locking her ankles behind his back.
Hunter supported her shoulders, neck, and head with one arm. The other supported her back as he slammed into her. Hard. Every thrust sent mind-numbing pleasure thundering through her. The sound of their labored breathing, the slapping of wet flesh against wet flesh, intensified her need.
She clenched her thighs around him, arching, thrusting upward, taking all of him. She heard the small cries that came from her; they sounded far away. She bit her lip in an effort to keep quiet as she tightened the walls of her sheath around him, intensifying the friction as he withdrew and drove into her again. She was focused only on Hunter, the pleasure that engulfed her, the pleasure that she was giving him.
Another climax shattered, like a million tiny shards of intense sensation. She rose up, clutching at his arms. Her breath caught in her throat and she struggled not to cry out. Hunter plunged deeper and deeper, touching her womb. Samantha couldn’t distinguish between the pain and the pleasure. It was all so good.
Her vagina contracted again and again, her slick cream flowing from her with every climax, coating her thighs, his thrusting shaft, his balls as they slapped against her. The ripples of ecstasy she thought were fading swelled and grew and washed over her again. She thought she might die, and she didn’t give a damn. Her heart pounded, her body flooded with pulses of pleasure.
Hunter bared his teeth as he surged inside her again, then once more. His gaze locked with hers. He groaned, his hot cum filling her. Her gripping vagina captured him, milking him.
He lifted her body and held her close. “My Sam,” he murmured as he changed positions and laid back, her body draping over him, his semi-rigid cock still inside her. She closed her eyes, nuzzling his chest. She felt sated, limp, and so in love, shuddering as aftershocks vibrated through her. If he only knew how much hope she put in those two words.
For a moment she lay still, giving her body time to cool, her breathing to even out. Hunter ran a hand over her hair and kissed her forehead. It was such a tender thing to do, so intimate. She knew he cared, and for now that was enough. She kissed his chest; her tongue caressed his flat, brown nipple. She smiled at his sharp intake of breath, felt the pulses of blood pumping into his shaft, making him swell and lengthen inside her again.
He closed his eyes on a groan and lifted his hips, pushing himself deeper. She rose over him, her hands splayed on his chest, bracing herself above him. He opened his eyes and met her gaze. She moved slowly, pulling away and taking him in again. She flexed the muscled walls of her vagina as she sheathed him, and his lids lowered over stormy gray eyes.
His hands gripped her hips. Hard, rigid muscle rippled under her fingers as they circled his nipples and skimmed over his sweat-dampened body. “You feel so good.” She moaned, riding him with achingly slow strokes, his cock like steel, stretching and filling her. His hands cupped her heaving breasts, his thumbs grazing her stiff aching nipples. She groaned as she picked up the pace.
His hand moved down her stomach and glided through the wet thatch of curls to the top of her pussy. He found her clit and rubbed, circled it, as she rotated her hips, grinding against him. She whimpered as his cock pressed against her G-spot. Her head fell forward, letting her long hair trail over his chest.
“Oh yeah, that’s good.” He grasped her hips again, his fingers biting into her flesh as he arched his hips to meet her circling thrusts.
She spread her legs wider and arched her back, bouncing harder and faster. She fought to contain the small, breathy cries that came from deep inside her as long, violent waves of sensation crashed over her. Her body trembled, bathed in a gripping euphoria. The expression on Hunter’s face mesmerized her. She watched the passion darken his eyes. His hooded gaze held hers as he bared his teeth and took control, changing positions with her, carefully turning her onto her stomach without leaving her body.
His knees were between hers, pressing her thighs farther apart. His arm banded around her stomach as he surged into her with deep soul-shaking thrusts that had her gripping the bedroll in her fists. She didn’t think she could come anymore; she wasn’t sure she could stand the intensity but she didn’t want it to end. Her pussy was tender, her clit ached with sharp pleasure every time his balls struck her swollen flesh. A low, needy whimper left her throat as the overwhelming and incredible sensation tore through her. Her name was a groan as Hunter climaxed, filling her with hot cream.
Exhausted, they collapsed together; he lay on his side, pulling her against him, sweeping the damp curls away from her face and neck. He kissed her cheek, her neck. “You’re so soft, baby, so sweet.” He nibbled and licked at the tender skin behind her ear. “I’ll never get enough of you. The way you feel, the way you taste.” Her stomach quivered as his hand splayed over her soft skin. “But, I’ll let you have a few minutes to recuperate.”
Samantha breathed deeply and turned in his arms. She smiled and touched his face. “That’s good. I’m afraid I’ll need more than a few minutes.”
She felt his lips curve against hers. “Yeah, I’m not gonna lie. Me too.” He chuckled softly.
chapter twenty-one
It was like she stepped into a fantasy world. Fireflies twinkled everywhere like fairy lights. The soft, sultry breeze carried the scent of honeysuckle and pine. The melodic sound of the gentle mountain stream as it flowed down over the slick rocks was soothing.
Hunter stood waist-deep in the deeper part of the water, watching her from under lowered lids, a roguish grin curving those wonderfully firm lips. Shadows made him look mysterious, dangerous, exotic, like a mystic king enticing an innocent virgin to sacrifice her purity to please him.
Standing naked on the bank of the creek, her arms wrapped around her stomach, Samantha shuddered at the thought, and then smirked. She was the furthest thing from virginal, but she wasn’t immune to his seduction. He was too damn enticing to resist. He quickly sank into the swirling water and emerged again with a splash, smoothing his hair back, the water sluicing off the hard planes of his body.
He caught her gaze again.
“You look incredible standing there like that.” His voice lowered to a growl. “An incredibly sexy little pixie.”
Samantha grinned. “Pest, Pixie Pest. Remember?”
“Nah, pest isn’t the right word anymore. You’re trouble, no doubt about that. There’s a whole lot of fire and spark in that tight little body.” He sucked in air through his teeth. “C’mere. I need to touch you.”
“Again?” Jesus, the man was a sex machine.
Not that she was complaining.
“Hell yes, again.” His grin broadened as he walked toward her. “And again, and again…”
Samantha watched Hunter’s muscles bunch and ripple as he moved toward her. He made her mouth water. Indeed, his cock was heavy and erect, glistening in the waning light. She should back up, she told herself. But her gaze was locked with his, and something held her in place. Her body swayed with the impact of his desire for her. Even in
the dusky light she could see it there, plain in his eyes.
He took her hand and helped her step down into the stream. He led her to several large smooth stones. The brisk, clear water rushed over them faster there and didn’t rise much over her ankle.
He lowered himself onto a wide, flat stone, careful not to slip.
“Here, sit here,” he said, spreading his legs, his shaft bobbing against the current.
“Sit?” she asked wide-eyed with a crooked smile.
“Yes, Sam, turn around and sit. The cool water will feel good,” he suggested.
Samantha lifted her brows and shrugged. She really was tender, but she was still aroused, her flesh still slick and tingling, her nipples tight and aching. She turned and his hands circled her waist, holding her, as she eased herself between his legs. He pulled her back against his chest and pushed her knees apart. The water was just cool enough, flowing gently over her swollen flesh, her throbbing clit, washing away her soreness, but it did nothing to alleviate the heat of her arousal.
“Oh, yeah. This does feel nice.” She moaned, spreading her knees farther apart.
Hunter cupped the cool water into his hands and let it spill over her chest, over her breasts. Her nipples contracted into hard tips. His hands covered them, warming them as he massaged her. His substantial arousal pulsed against the small of her back. She leaned her head back on his shoulder, inviting him to kiss her. She licked his full lower lip and his tongue darted out to meet hers. She sighed as she sucked it gently, her lips pressing against his. His hands plucked at her nipples, electrifying her senses. Her blood pounded in her ears.
“We’ve got to get back, Hunter,” she whispered hoarsely.
He sighed deeply and kissed her neck. “I hate it that you’re right.” He arched his hips against her. “I want to fuck you all night.” His voice was raw with mounting hunger.
