her legs were already wrapping around him and she wasn’t even naked yet, hotter than she could ever remember being for a man in her life.
“Let’s get your clothes off.” His voice was thick as he lifted his head to yank the huge shirt over her head. His mouth returned to claim her breast; he slid his tongue over her nipple, then sucked it. At the same time he reached down between their straining bodies to slide his hand inside her pants and caress the cleft between her legs. His thumb found the place where she most wanted to be touched, and pressed.
“That is so—incredibly—good.” She was panting, squirming beneath the ministrations of his mouth and that knowing hand, on fire for him, wanting him inside her so badly that she felt like she’d die if he made her wait.
She couldn’t wait. Her hands slid between them to caress him through the soft cotton shorts. He was huge and hard and so hot that she could feel the heat even through the cloth. Her hand closed around him and he groaned.
“Charlie. God, Charlie.” He jerked down her pants, baring her to the knees, and she kicked the offending garment the rest of the way off. Her legs parted, eager for him to come inside her, but instead of shedding his own pants he bent his head and pressed his mouth to her. She cried out as his tongue found the very center of her, gasping his name and digging her nails into his shoulders. His mouth was wet and scalding hot and well versed in the ways of women, and Charlie thought that she would die with the sheer pleasure of what he was doing to her.
“Oh, Jake!” It was a shuddering sigh as she let go of the last of her inhibitions and clutched at his hair.
“Gently, baby,” he murmured. She was arching herselfagainst his mouth and trembling and begging silently for release.
“Please don’t stop,” she gasped when his mouth didn’t return to finish what it had started. But then, before she could even really begin to miss him, she felt something even better, the thick burning length of him sliding against her, pushing inside her, filling her to bursting, causing her body to pulse with a million fiery tremors as he sought his own pleasure at last. She clung feverishly to him as he took her with hard deep thrusts until she was striving with him, until she came, until her body exploded into a fireball of sensation that rocked her world.
If there was such a thing as sexual nirvana, that was where she landed.
She was just floating back to earth when the cabin door opened and two men carrying flashlights and God knew what else stepped inside.
11
A NUMBER OF THINGS HAPPENED almost simultaneously.
Sadie erupted barking from beneath the bed. The flashlights found them. Jake hissed, “Get under the bed!” and shoved Charlie over the far edge, then launched himself off the mattress toward the newcomers in a low, fast dive. A gun boomed.
Charlie hit the floor hard on her hands and knees, and screamed as a bullet tore through the mattress to lodge with a thud just inches from her fingers.
The men were now engaged in a desperate struggle. They were cursing and grunting and thumping around, and to her horror Charlie recognized the voices of Woz and Denton. Oh, God, if she and Jake had left just a few minutes earlier, they would have escaped.
The most mind-blowing sexual experience she had ever had in her life was going to lead to her death. How ironic was that?
The sickening sound of blows came fast and thick.Sadie barked frantically. Both flashlights had apparently hit the ground at around the same time Charlie did, dropped in the newcomers’ surprise at Jake’s assault. One was rolling away across the room, casting weird shadows as it went. The other lay near the men’s feet. Its beam pointed toward her, illuminating the floor, the underside of the bed, her and Jake’s abandoned clothes—and the screwdriver.
With no very clear idea of what she meant to do but knowing that in a crisis of this nature any weapon
“Let’s get your clothes off.” His voice was thick as he lifted his head to yank the huge shirt over her head. His mouth returned to claim her breast; he slid his tongue over her nipple, then sucked it. At the same time he reached down between their straining bodies to slide his hand inside her pants and caress the cleft between her legs. His thumb found the place where she most wanted to be touched, and pressed.
“That is so—incredibly—good.” She was panting, squirming beneath the ministrations of his mouth and that knowing hand, on fire for him, wanting him inside her so badly that she felt like she’d die if he made her wait.
She couldn’t wait. Her hands slid between them to caress him through the soft cotton shorts. He was huge and hard and so hot that she could feel the heat even through the cloth. Her hand closed around him and he groaned.
“Charlie. God, Charlie.” He jerked down her pants, baring her to the knees, and she kicked the offending garment the rest of the way off. Her legs parted, eager for him to come inside her, but instead of shedding his own pants he bent his head and pressed his mouth to her. She cried out as his tongue found the very center of her, gasping his name and digging her nails into his shoulders. His mouth was wet and scalding hot and well versed in the ways of women, and Charlie thought that she would die with the sheer pleasure of what he was doing to her.
“Oh, Jake!” It was a shuddering sigh as she let go of the last of her inhibitions and clutched at his hair.
“Gently, baby,” he murmured. She was arching herselfagainst his mouth and trembling and begging silently for release.
“Please don’t stop,” she gasped when his mouth didn’t return to finish what it had started. But then, before she could even really begin to miss him, she felt something even better, the thick burning length of him sliding against her, pushing inside her, filling her to bursting, causing her body to pulse with a million fiery tremors as he sought his own pleasure at last. She clung feverishly to him as he took her with hard deep thrusts until she was striving with him, until she came, until her body exploded into a fireball of sensation that rocked her world.
If there was such a thing as sexual nirvana, that was where she landed.
She was just floating back to earth when the cabin door opened and two men carrying flashlights and God knew what else stepped inside.
11
A NUMBER OF THINGS HAPPENED almost simultaneously.
Sadie erupted barking from beneath the bed. The flashlights found them. Jake hissed, “Get under the bed!” and shoved Charlie over the far edge, then launched himself off the mattress toward the newcomers in a low, fast dive. A gun boomed.
Charlie hit the floor hard on her hands and knees, and screamed as a bullet tore through the mattress to lodge with a thud just inches from her fingers.
The men were now engaged in a desperate struggle. They were cursing and grunting and thumping around, and to her horror Charlie recognized the voices of Woz and Denton. Oh, God, if she and Jake had left just a few minutes earlier, they would have escaped.
The most mind-blowing sexual experience she had ever had in her life was going to lead to her death. How ironic was that?
The sickening sound of blows came fast and thick.Sadie barked frantically. Both flashlights had apparently hit the ground at around the same time Charlie did, dropped in the newcomers’ surprise at Jake’s assault. One was rolling away across the room, casting weird shadows as it went. The other lay near the men’s feet. Its beam pointed toward her, illuminating the floor, the underside of the bed, her and Jake’s abandoned clothes—and the screwdriver.
With no very clear idea of what she meant to do but knowing that in a crisis of this nature any weapon
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