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Silence. Then, “Oh, sorry.”

“I’m teasing, honey. What’s on your mind?” His hand came up to smooth her hair back. She lifted her head to look down at him. Her teeth nipped into her bottom lip. On a deep breath, as if she’d been working up the courage, she straddled him.

His rock-hard dick grew another inch. Christ. Her tongue, small and pink, wet her lips.

“I want you again.” Her voice shook, but her face never wavered. Her eyes burned into him. She nestled comfortably on top of him, her apex lined up directly with his crotch. Her mouth crushed to his, her tongue licking his lips open, urging him. His hands found her ass and squeezed, then caressed.

She moaned, spread her knees wider, and rocked against him. Sonofabitch, he was going to blow any minute.

He pulled his lips away. “Sorry, babe.” His body pulsed. Need sharpened every atom in his body. “I don’t have a condom.”

Her lips parted, then clamped shut with disappointment. “Oh.” She groaned and dropped back to where she’d been cuddled. “I didn’t even think of that.”

“It’s okay.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Rest now.” Why in the hell did he not carry condoms on him?

She nodded. Her cheek pillowed on her hand.

His hand drew lazy circles over her hip, then slid down to trace the gentle curves of her incredible ass. God, he loved how she’d just come on to him. How did he have everything else in his extra bag but fucking condoms? Because he’d never expected to be stranded like this with a woman, that’s how.

When his fingers slid over the smooth cotton of her leggings to touch her delicate folds from behind, she stiffened.

He felt her heart rate hammering against his side. He continued to gently tease and play, stroking and rubbing against her.

She gulped, loudly. “I thought you didn’t have a condom.” Her voice shook on a tremor as his fingers moved over her clit. Her breath sucked in roughly.

“I don’t. But I’m sure not letting you go to sleep horny.”

The comment earned him a pinch on his hand that rested near hers. He stifled a laugh. He moved away from where she throbbed, and pushed his hand down the back of her pants, picking up where he left off—only this time pushing her panties aside. She jerked against him when he separated her folds and worked his fingertip inside her.

She moaned and curled tighter against him. She was hot and wet, and his finger pressed in and out slowly.

“Cal—” She panted against him, and her back arched. His body hummed, wanting inside her more than anything he’d wanted in his life. Later, when he had a condom, he would make up for it.

“Just relax, baby. I want you to come nice and slow this time.” He loved how sexual she was. How she panted and grew wet right before she came with his name on her lips.

Her breath was rough and raspy. He delved deeper, filling her up and then pulling his finger out. She fisted her hand in his sweater, her nails biting into his chest. He spread her more, letting the very tip of his middle finger tease its entry.

She cried out when he joined it with the other one. She throbbed around him, coating his fingers in her orgasm. Her body turned boneless against him, her breathing still raspy and sharp, until slowly, it regulated. He pressed another kiss to her head and withdrew his hand.

“Go to sleep now.”

He tightened his hold around her, trying to still the throb in his own body. Tomorrow, they would do this right.

CHAPTER 14

Lana woke toCal’s lips on her forehead. Her eyes snapped open. Sunlight blasted through the windshield, blinding her. Small white puffs dotted the air from their breaths. Frost and fog lined the windows. Cal’s hand held hers on his chest; his other arm was drawn tightly around her hip. Beneath the blanket, she was toasty and warm against the heat of his body.

“Did you sleep at all?” His voice was gruff, his breath warm on the top of her head.

“Better than I did the other night.” She stretched her knees out. Her hip locked, shooting pain down her leg. As much as she loved sleeping with Cal, staying in the cramped position for hours had left her body sore.

He shifted beneath her. “My arm is asleep.”

“Oh, sorry.” She sat up on his lap. His hand went to the shoulder, massaging it. He smiled at her, and his lips lifted lazily. His five o’clock shadow was thick and full. The sun caught his green eyes, the hazel flecks catching the rays. God, he was sexy. She smoothed her bedhead down and straightened her sweater.

“Why didn’t you sleep the other night at the cabin?” His brow furrowed, his tone curious as his hand brushed her cheek.

She shrugged. “It’s a little hard to sleep when you know someone was planning to murder you.” She strived for humor, but her voice shook.

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