Alaskan Adventure (Destination: Desire) by Crystal Jordan Page B

clothes.”
    “You first.” He let his gaze trail over her appreciatively. Her skin was paler than moonlight, contrasting with her fiery hair. She unhooked her bra and snapped it toward him like a slingshot. He caught the blue scrap of cotton and let it dangle from a fingertip. Like her panties, it was sensible rather than pretty. They didn’t match, which he actually liked. He’d been with women who spent way too much time worrying about that kind of shit. Anne dressed for comfort, not to impress anyone.
    Her fingers caught the edge of her underwear and she pushed them down her long, slender legs. Dear God, she was lovely. It hit him every time he looked at her. Their eyes met, and it felt like a live wire sparked between them, sizzling with carnal awareness. She did it for him the way no other woman ever had before.
    He already knew her pert breasts would fit perfectly in his palms. Her nipples were soft pink and puckered, ready for him to suck. The thatch of red hair between her thighs was dark with moisture, and his cock swelled with undeniable need.
    “Damn,” he sighed.
    She knew the effect she had on him, and a siren’s smile formed on her lips. “Your turn.”
    “My turn,” he agreed.
    He bent and unlaced his hiking boots, pulling them and his socks off. He straightened, unbuttoned his jeans, and shoved them and his boxers down in one movement. His shirt came last, landing in a heap on the floor with the rest of his clothes.
    Her gaze was glued to his cock, and he groaned when she licked her lips. He remembered exactly what it was like to have her mouth on his dick. So good. Everything with her was good. Even arguing was fun.
    He moved over to the side of the bed and plucked a strawberry out of the bowl. He bit down, letting the juices burst over his tongue, and then chewed slowly. Her gaze locked on his lips and she swayed toward him. Her pupils expanded until only a thin ring of gold remained, and her breasts rose and fell in quick pants.
    He held out the strawberry. “Want some?”
    She nodded mutely and came toward him, her body a testimony to willowy grace. He lifted the fruit to her lips, and she took a bite, closing her eyes. He took shameless advantage and curved his hand over a bare breast. Her breath caught as he circled his thumb around the beaded tip. After setting the strawberry stem down, he swiped his fingers through the whipped cream, and dabbed it onto her nipple. Then he bent to lick and suck, her flavor mixing with the sugary sweetness.
    Her hands clenched in his hair, her torso arching into him. She gasped, “More.”
    Yes. More. That always seemed to be what he wanted when she was near. More. He graced the other breast with cream and repeated the process, scraping over her nipple with his teeth. She moaned, rising onto her tiptoes. He kept teasing the puckered nub, flicking it with his tongue.
    “My turn.” She pushed at his shoulders until he eased away.
    She picked up a strawberry, bit the end, and then smeared it over his nipple. The cool juices contrasted sharply with the heat pumping through his body.
    She picked up the bowl and took it with her when she dropped onto the bed and settled on her back. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have someone drink champagne from my belly button. Fruit juice would work just as well. Want to try it?”
    He could only nod, because his tongue had stuck to the roof of his mouth. Having her laid out like a buffet before him while she suggested carnal acts was enough to make his brain short-circuit.
    They experimented with licking and sucking whipped cream and strawberry juice off various body parts, every second ratcheting the tension higher, making him throb with need. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he shoved the bowl back onto the nightstand, covered himself in a condom, and rolled on top of her.
    “Finally.” She clung to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him.
    He laughed. “If you wanted me to get to the