Page 105 of Threat of Danger
“Can’t breathe.”
She let up a little.
“Not that I’m complaining.” Since her soft breasts still rested against his face.
“What was that?” She kept clinging to him.
“Wild cat? Bear?” he said, very much distracted.
“Sasquatch?”
“Probably not.”
“I wish our clothes were dry.”
“I wish I had a gun.” A secondary wish, really. Mostly he just wished he was inside her. Especially when she shifted. “That’s not a gun. Just to clarify.”
“How can you joke in a situation like this?”
“Believe me—I’d rather do other things than joke.”
“You can’t see it, but I’m rolling my eyes right now.” She was peering over his head, into the woods.
“You can’t see it, but you gave me a raging hard-on.”
“One-track mind.”
“It’s a good track.”
For several seconds, they could hear no other sound but the fire’s crackling, and beyond that, the rushing river. “Do you think it’s gone? Why aren’t you worried?”
“We have no food. No smells to draw a bear here. And wild animals will rarely walk toward a fire. Except for rhinos. Rhinos will try to stomp out a fire, did you know that? They call them the firemen of the bush in Africa. It came up once in a book I wrote.”
“I don’t think it’s a rhinoceros.” She shifted back to look at him, which shifted her entire body.
Oh God, yes, right there.
“Jess?” He gently rocked against her, the slightest possible movement.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes heating. But she said, “I can’t focus on sex right now.”
Was that a mix of disappointment and desire in her voice?
“How about I take your mind off the distractions?” He rocked against her again.
“I’ll still be leaving in another week or two.”
At least she didn’t sound as happy about that as before, which Derek took as encouragement.
“I know.” He nuzzled her breasts before looking up at her face. “But here’s the thing. We’re going to figure this out. What I can’t do is let you walk out of my life again. This is about more than sex. You know that, right? If you want me to prove it, I’ll stop right now.”
She watched him for a distressingly long time before saying, “Don’t stop.”
She rubbed her wet heat on his hardness, and the moan that escaped her said she was on the edge already. The air caught in his chest. Fire exploded through his body. He’d meant to take it slow. Not that he was complaining. Ever again. About anything.
He must have had a startled expression on his face, because she smiled. “I have the moves and reflexes of a stuntwoman.”
“I’ll have to start training again to keep up.” He gripped her hip and ground himself against her, gratified when pure mad lust replaced her easy smile.
