still turned her insides into a mushy mess.
As she began to reach for her clothes, he turned back to her.
He took her undershirt away from a hand gone lax. He pulled it over her head, guided her flaccid arms through it, managing not to drop the blanket from where it covered her breasts. He drew it away only once the undershirt was securely in place.
Just when she thought she might suffer a coronary, his intent and serious expression turned incandescent with a surge of something dark and driven. Then he leaned down, opened his lips over the junction of her neck and shoulder.
The feel of his tongue and teeth there was like being prodded by lightning. She lurched under the force of sensations that thundered through her. Then he made it worse.
He glided to the tip of her shoulder, scraping her fleshwith his teeth, gathering the sweat beaded on it with his tongue.
He growled against her skin, sending a string of shock waves through her with every syllable.
She thought he said, âA rewardâ¦an incentiveâ¦â
Then he pulled back and disappeared into his compartment.
She flopped onto her back, gasping, before she forced herself up and into her clothes. Then she crawled to his side to check his wound before they resumed their grueling trek.
Sheâd have hours to contemplate the meaning of his words.
And the feelings heâd ripped from her depths.
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By the end of the second day, their water supply had dwindled even though they drank only when absolutely necessary. They were losing gallons in this weather and with the exertion.
After midnight they stopped for their hourâs rest.
As she drank, she noticed he didnât. She stopped, insisting he drink, that he was the one losing the most fluids handling ten times the weight she was. He only insisted on taking her up on her offer of IV fluids.
He hung the saline bag on his jacket so that she wouldnât have to stand and hold it for him. She protested the inefficiency of this maneuver, and he calmly unrolled a mat from the sled, propped it against the sloping edge of a dune, tossed a few blankets beside it, then caught her hand and pulled her down on it with him.
Before she knew what hit her, Harres was lounging with his back to the dune, his endless legs open with her between them, her hips in their V, her back to his chest, her head on his right shoulder. Then he cocooned them both in theblankets and crossed his arms over her midriff, plastering her to him.
After the first stunned moment, she tried to fidget away.
He tightened his hold, groaned in her ear, âRelax.â
Relax? Was he insane?
And he wasnât only that, he was rubbing his lips against the top of her head, inhaling her and rumbling enjoyment as he talked. âRest. Get warm. Itâs far colder than yesterday.â
âW-we have enough blankets,â she protested weakly. âWe can roll in them separately.â
âThis is the best method of body temperature preservation.â
âAnd to think I reminded you of that!â
His chuckle, reverberating beneath her ear, sent more waves of distress crashing through her. âConserve your energy, my Talia. Sleep, and Iâll wake you up in an hour, maybe two.â
âIâI donât want to sleep.â
âI donât either. Iâd rather be awake, experiencing this with you.â
And though she was far from cold, a tremor rattled through her.
Heâd just put into words what she felt.
Though his arms were pressing beneath her suddenly aching breasts and her buttocks were pressed to what she suspected, if couldnât credit, was a massive erection, it wasnât sexual. Or not only so. Sheâd never felt this close to anyone. This intimate. Even during her now almost-forgotten sexual encounters, she hadnât been any closer to experiencing what she did with Harres than she was to one of the stars above.
She sighed, feeling as if her bones had turned to warmliquid
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