interested in Paige.”
Her eyelids drifted closed. His pissed-off growl was just fucking lethal.
He gave her a mild shake, tilting his head slightly to the left as he looked at her. “Lorin, answer me.” Behind the lenses of his glasses, his gaze drilled into hers.
There was nowhere for her to hide. “She’s adorable, innocent as all get-out,” she finally answered. “Small enough to tuck in your pocket. Men seem to find that attractive.” She’d never felt so gigantic in her life.
“She looks like she’d break if you touched her,” Gabe murmured against the whorl of her ear. “If things got a little rough.”
He plastered his body to hers, walking her backwards until the knots of the cookhouse’s wood logs dug into her back. Hot breath condensed on her neck as Gabe nibbled down to the sensitive intersection where neck met shoulder. She gasped as he settled in to suckle and nip.
Lorin locked her knees as they threatened to buckle under her. City boy had a… very talented mouth. She speared her fingers into his silky black hair, dragging his head toward hers, diving at his mouth to sample every bit of his dark flavor. When she clamped her hand on his ass, his low, rumbly growl became an audible groan.
Too many layers between them. She needed to touch him, wanted his hands on her—
“Hey, you two. Get a room.”
They sprang apart as Mike strolled out of the cookhouse, followed by Gretchen and the rest of the crew. Paige brought up the rear, locking the door behind her and offering them a subdued “good night” as she passed. The night filled with chatter as the crew walked en masse past the fire pit to the bunkhouse, finally leaving them alone again.
The air snapped and hummed like a live electrical line had dropped between them. “My cabin,” she breathed. “Now.”
His only response was a curt nod.
Not touching, they walked across the compound, picking up speed the closer they got to the cabin. As they jumped the single step up to the cabin’s wooden platform, Gabe tensed and reached for his pants. Lorin’s blood flashed to a boil. Was he unzipping his pants? Right here, where anyone could see him? She whipped her head back and forth to make sure they were alone. If he wanted to put on a show, she was more than willing to watch.
Nope, he reached for his pocket instead. Condoms? “I have condoms in the cabin,” she said impatiently. “Plenty of them. Hurry.”
Quickly opening her door, she turned back to find Gabe glaring at his Bat Phone. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he muttered, reading the display window. When he looked at her, his expression bordered on physical pain. “It’s Elliott. I have to take this.”
Damn. Depending on the topic, Gabe could be on the phone for hours.
“Lorin…” Under the single bulb illuminating the entrance to the cabin, Gabe’s face was tight with frustration.
“I’ll leave the door open,” she whispered. “Come back when you’re done.”
“You are not leaving this door unlocked.”
“How has this alpha streak of yours escaped me for so long?” Reaching into her jacket pocket, she extracted her key ring, removed one, and slapped it into his hand.
He stared at it, then at her.
“Gabe.”
He blinked. “What?”
“The phone?” she said, indicating it with a nod.
“Shit.” He punched a button and rumbled a greeting to Elliott.
“Gabe, there are some definite benefits to going off the grid.”
He heard her, but his only response was the dirty look he shot her as he stalked to his tent.
Chapter 7
“It’s almost impossible for Lorcan to make an honest profit in the natural resources sector right now.”
A merry laugh. “Since when does honesty have anything to do with it?”
Beddoe eavesdropped on the conversation behind him while he talked with a couple for whom he’d performed a bonding ceremony at the beginning of the voyage. The financial analysts chatting too loudly behind him worked for Lorcan
Her eyelids drifted closed. His pissed-off growl was just fucking lethal.
He gave her a mild shake, tilting his head slightly to the left as he looked at her. “Lorin, answer me.” Behind the lenses of his glasses, his gaze drilled into hers.
There was nowhere for her to hide. “She’s adorable, innocent as all get-out,” she finally answered. “Small enough to tuck in your pocket. Men seem to find that attractive.” She’d never felt so gigantic in her life.
“She looks like she’d break if you touched her,” Gabe murmured against the whorl of her ear. “If things got a little rough.”
He plastered his body to hers, walking her backwards until the knots of the cookhouse’s wood logs dug into her back. Hot breath condensed on her neck as Gabe nibbled down to the sensitive intersection where neck met shoulder. She gasped as he settled in to suckle and nip.
Lorin locked her knees as they threatened to buckle under her. City boy had a… very talented mouth. She speared her fingers into his silky black hair, dragging his head toward hers, diving at his mouth to sample every bit of his dark flavor. When she clamped her hand on his ass, his low, rumbly growl became an audible groan.
Too many layers between them. She needed to touch him, wanted his hands on her—
“Hey, you two. Get a room.”
They sprang apart as Mike strolled out of the cookhouse, followed by Gretchen and the rest of the crew. Paige brought up the rear, locking the door behind her and offering them a subdued “good night” as she passed. The night filled with chatter as the crew walked en masse past the fire pit to the bunkhouse, finally leaving them alone again.
The air snapped and hummed like a live electrical line had dropped between them. “My cabin,” she breathed. “Now.”
His only response was a curt nod.
Not touching, they walked across the compound, picking up speed the closer they got to the cabin. As they jumped the single step up to the cabin’s wooden platform, Gabe tensed and reached for his pants. Lorin’s blood flashed to a boil. Was he unzipping his pants? Right here, where anyone could see him? She whipped her head back and forth to make sure they were alone. If he wanted to put on a show, she was more than willing to watch.
Nope, he reached for his pocket instead. Condoms? “I have condoms in the cabin,” she said impatiently. “Plenty of them. Hurry.”
Quickly opening her door, she turned back to find Gabe glaring at his Bat Phone. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he muttered, reading the display window. When he looked at her, his expression bordered on physical pain. “It’s Elliott. I have to take this.”
Damn. Depending on the topic, Gabe could be on the phone for hours.
“Lorin…” Under the single bulb illuminating the entrance to the cabin, Gabe’s face was tight with frustration.
“I’ll leave the door open,” she whispered. “Come back when you’re done.”
“You are not leaving this door unlocked.”
“How has this alpha streak of yours escaped me for so long?” Reaching into her jacket pocket, she extracted her key ring, removed one, and slapped it into his hand.
He stared at it, then at her.
“Gabe.”
He blinked. “What?”
“The phone?” she said, indicating it with a nod.
“Shit.” He punched a button and rumbled a greeting to Elliott.
“Gabe, there are some definite benefits to going off the grid.”
He heard her, but his only response was the dirty look he shot her as he stalked to his tent.
Chapter 7
“It’s almost impossible for Lorcan to make an honest profit in the natural resources sector right now.”
A merry laugh. “Since when does honesty have anything to do with it?”
Beddoe eavesdropped on the conversation behind him while he talked with a couple for whom he’d performed a bonding ceremony at the beginning of the voyage. The financial analysts chatting too loudly behind him worked for Lorcan
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