Page 47 of Bosse
“You’re safe!” Relieved, she hugged him. “I don’t know how I got here. It just happened.”
His arms wrapped around her, making everything better.
He asked, “How did you find me?”
Shaking her head, she said, “I really don’t know. I was in a storm, and wolves were chasing me. Then Krol’s creature chased me but got frightened and flew away. The wolves never got to me, either. A tornado picked me up and dropped me on that ledge. None of it makes sense.” The longer she held onto his warm body, the more her body was ready to quit. “Let’s talk in the morning. I’m so tired.” She tried to keep holding on but ended up leaning against him as her hands lost their grip.
“You’re soaked,” he grumbled, lifting her into his arms. He carried her to where he sat against a wall with her in his lap. “I don’t know how you did it, but I’m glad you’re here.”
“You are?” she asked in a sleep-deprived slur. He was so warm and held her close. She never wanted this moment to end. She hadn’t felt this safe since being a child.
“Of course, I’m pleased. I told you I wanted you to come with me.”
“I know... I just...” She couldn’t sort out her thoughts, not while in his arms. She hadn’t forgotten his kiss or how she’d never felt so bold or appreciated by a male.
Not like she did now. “Kiss me again.”
Bosse tightened his hold on her. “I should not have stolen one from you.”
She pushed herself to wake up and find out what had changed. “Why not? Are you saying you regret it?”
“Hell, no. I’d steal one again if I had it to do over.” Bosse kissed her hair. “I should have waited until we were out of this mess to ask you, but I feared never having the chance again.”
He worried too much.
She hadn’t complained. In fact, those kisses had been the best thing to happen to her in a long time. “I like kissing,” she admitted, turning her face up to his even though she could not see him.
She placed a hand on his shirt and then slipped her fingers inside to touch his warm chest. His heartbeat bumped hard.
He muttered something that sounded like, “... will be the death of me,” then captured her lips again.
Never had she enjoyed kissing anyone as much or wanted more. Her fingers grazed his chest, feeling the hills and valleys of his muscular build. All that power, and he held her close yet carefully.
His free hand rubbed up and down her arms. He made hungry sounds at her being wet one minute, then sounding as if he’d been starved for touch the next, which he had been.
Then his fingers ran down her arm to play along her stomach and lift the edge of her shirt.
With no input from her mind, she leaned closer to his hand, a blatant invitation she wanted him to accept.
This might go down as the best dream ever if he didn’t stop.
She’d never had sexual dreams and now understood why. She’d never been with a real man, one who made her feel as if no other woman in the world existed.
His fingers stroked, moving higher over her hypersensitive skin until he touched her breast. She arched and drew a shuddering breath. “That feels so good.”
Invitation accepted.
His fingers cupped one breast, rubbing softly but missing the point of her need. Literally. Her nipples ached, impatient for him to notice them.
When he brushed his big finger across the first one, she reached up and gripped his shoulder, anything to keep her anchored to this world. He kept teasing each breast, driving her body crazy with wanting more.
He kissed her lips, demanding her surrender.
She’d already tossed in the proverbial towel.
Fingers on one of his hands journeyed south, taking time to stroke every inch they met along the way until dipping inside her panties. Had she traveled here in a sleeping shirt and underwear?
She never answered that question because his fingers got busy and yanked her attention to the spot he found. The one that wiped out all ability to think.
