Southern Comfort: Compass Brothers, Book 2 by Mari Carr and Jayne Rylon Page B

stepped on a pebble or something. This damn cabin could use a good cleaning.” She closed her hands around the keys and continued toward the bathroom. Once inside, she locked the door and rushed over to the window.
    She grinned as she slowly raised the glass. Maybe she’d send someone to pick Seth up in a day or two. After her wedding ceremony.
    Climbing through, she landed softly on the grass outside the window, grateful the cabin was only one story. Quickly, she dashed around the corner toward the truck. She didn’t have much time.
    She pulled up short when she saw Seth leaning against the hood, wearing nothing but a pair of Levi’s and a big smile.
    “Goin’ somewhere?” he asked.
    She sighed, feigning surrender. “Guess not,” she said. “Here.” She tossed the keys at him, aiming for his face. She didn’t wait to see if he caught them.
    Instead, she turned quickly and took off in the opposite direction. She’d always been a fast runner. If she could just make it to the road, maybe she’d get lucky and someone would be driving by. She could hear Seth behind her, but she couldn’t risk turning to look. Her heart was racing and God help her, she was actually becoming aroused. Apparently, this kidnapping thing was starting to get to her, pushing some previously unexplored buttons.
    A hard hand grabbed her T-shirt, drawing her back. She stumbled and started to fall. She threw her hands up to save herself from the hard ground, but at the last minute, Seth twisted her, taking the impact as she fell against his chest.
    “Ouch,” she said, perfectly aware their tumble had probably hurt him worse than her.
    He grimaced. “Yeah, ouch.”
    She pushed up onto her elbows. “You okay?”
    He lay still for a moment, and she wondered if he was taking inventory before answering her. “I’m fine, but sweetheart—”
    His odd tone alerted her to the fact she was straddling his waist with her very bare ass. She could feel his erection pushing against his jeans.
    “Shit.” She started to stand, but Seth clasped his hands around her hips and held her in place. “Seth. Let me up.”
    “I wanna see something first.”
    Before she could reply, he tumbled her to her back, covering her with his bulky muscles. “What the hell?”
    His fingers drifted down her stomach before touching her clit. She gasped, unable to speak as he touched her.
    “You’re soaking wet.”
    She tried to suck in breath, but her arousal was seriously cutting off the flow of air to her lungs.
    “You like being chased, captured,” he murmured against her cheek. He dipped a finger inside and she closed her eyes, trying not to acknowledge how very close she was to coming. “You liked being tied up, too, didn’t you?”
    She refused to answer. Shit, she couldn’t answer. Every brain cell in her body was focused on the finger he was moving in and out of her pussy. Before she could consider her action, she thrust toward his hand on one retreat, her inner muscles clenching in an attempt to hold him, keep him.
    “Please,” she whispered, breathlessly. His touch was too light, not enough. Nowhere near enough.
    Unfortunately he didn’t grin or gloat or brag. If he’d done any of that, she’d have found the strength to shove him away. Instead, he added another finger to the dance and increased the speed.
    She gasped when his thumb began to rub her clit in time with the pounding of his fingers. With each thrust, he moved faster, went deeper. Stars began to float behind her closed eyes and her treasonous body surrendered to his touch.
    He leaned closer, placing a soft kiss on her cheek before whispering in her ear. “Come for me, Jody.”
    His words pulled the trigger and she cried out, her inner muscles flexing almost painfully against his fingers. For a split second, a weak moment, she wished it was his cock inside her as he milked every bit of pleasure from her. His thumb stimulated her clit, pushing hard against the sensitive nub. Every time she