Mountain Wilds Bundle by Hazel Hunter Page B

tightened around his. Something had changed. There was a need in her now, something moving her, that hadn’t been there before. With her perfect body only inches from his, he gave in to his own need. He left one hand holding both of hers and quickly lowered his mouth to her breast.  
    Jules gasped as his lips gnawed into her. His tongue slid down over the silky skin, as his lips alternately sucked and kissed the soft flesh. Her chest was rising and falling ever faster but as he approached her nipple, he felt her tense. He paused and stroked his tongue just above it, back and forth. His teeth gently grazed the rounded skin just next to it. He kissed the softness to the other side of it and Jules began to pant. Though her hands were immobile above her and she balanced most of her weight on the one foot, she slowly writhed, raising her rib cage, moving her nipple toward his mouth. His tongue slowly circled it, easily keeping up with her movements.
    “Logan, please,” she whispered above him.
    But she needn’t have, as his mouth closed around the stiff nipple and sucked. Her back instantly arched as her breath caught. He cupped her other breast and, as his fingers gently squeezed, his lips did the same. His finger brushed the tip of the little nub he held as his tongue lashed the one in his mouth.  
    Jules’ breath came in quick rasps, keeping time with the escalating rhythm of his movements. The feel of her in his mouth and in his hand was electrifying. Warmth sped through his groin as his arousal jolted to life. His hand lightly squeezed as he sucked furiously. She responded with a low moan that sent a new surge of need through him and he released her from his mouth.
    He drew back, his hand still on hers, and looked down her length. The arching curve of her back had lifted her breasts and drawn her hips back. Her abdomen had nearly curved into a hollow. As he ran his hand down the taut muscles and smooth skin of it, he lifted his eyes to her parted lips. He took her upper lip between his as his fingers slid into her panties. Her groan and the pulse of her mound into his palm was like a drug. He closed his eyes as his tongue slid into her mouth and his fingers pulled upward. Her hips suddenly bucked against his hand and he felt the tug of her hands. Again his tongue moved into her and he pulled upward and, again, she bucked.
    Worried she might hurt herself, he let go of her and drew back. As her eyes fluttered open, he wasted no time ridding himself of his ripped jeans, underwear, and socks but not before he took the condom from the pants pocket. He turned to the shower, reached in, and turned on the cold water to balance the hot. When he looked back to her through the thick steam, her panties were gone and she was looking down at his groin. He didn’t need to look down to know his arousal was more than ready. Instead, he put on the condom, took her by the hand, and slowly backed into the stream of water, pulling her after him.  
    Jules closed the door behind her as he moved out of the water, making room for her. As the spray moved over her back, she tilted her head back. He watched as she ran her fingers through her wet hair and water washed down over her face. There were a few different bottles in the caddy under the shower head but one was clearly marked shampoo. He squeezed some into his hand, put the bottle back, and gently smoothed it into her wet hair. Eyes closed, she paused but then her fingers found his. As she started to massage the growing lather, he let his soapy hands glide down to her breasts. They slipped and bobbled as he massaged them and, as he moved to her side, he slid one hand down her lower back and the other down to her abdomen. He marveled at the small distance between front and back and he’d been about to move his hands lower when she backed up.
    Surprised, he looked up to see her pulling him into the water. As the warmth spread up his chest, face, and over his head, he paused. The water felt