Page 20 of Forever Finds Us
He stilled, his hand and those obscenely long fingers hovering an inch away from where I really, really needed them. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had sex, I mean, besides with myself and my handy little silicone helper.
“I’m armed. I can’t do this with a gun strapped to my thigh.”
“I know,” he murmured, and he licked and pinched my bottom lip between his teeth softly. “It’s really turnin’ me on.”
This could not be happening to me. I’d finally found a man who wanted me, who I wanted right back, and who might want to rip off my clothes and ravish my overly tall body, but I couldn’t let him.
But damn, he was so hot, I was afraid to touch his skin for fear of my fingerprints burning off. When the SAR dogs found the wrecked, spent—and utterly satisfied—carcass of my body, nobody would know it was me. They’d have to pull some DNA for that shit.
Tearing his mouth from my lips, he moved to my neck and reached up to pull my hair out of the low pony I’d gathered it into before our hike. It billowed down to my shoulders, fluttering against the side of his face, and he inhaled deeply against my skin and groaned.
“God, you smell so good. What is that?”
I was sliding down the tree now, inch by inch, my body trying so hard to make me give in. It was like he’d shoved a goddamn tuning fork inside me, and it rang like a bell and buzzed for him. “Sh-shampoo. Honeysuckle and roses.”
He moaned, but somehow, I found the will to correct the mistake I was currently in the middle of making.
“Stop.”
He did, and he looked up at me. His cheeks were flushed from the heat between us and the need for sexual release, and I almost said, “fuck it,” but anybody could’ve come traipsing back down the trail. We’d signed our names on that form. Someone would try to account for us at some point, and then they’d come looking.
And then I’d get fired.
“Nearest hotel?” he asked, his hand sliding over my hip under my pants, and he grabbed my ass.
“Um,” I said, breathless. I had to think about it. “There’s a couple inns back down the highway. Not too far.”
“You drive. I’ll get us a room. Let’s go.”
Once he’d rezipped and buttoned my pants, he bent to fetch my hat out of the dirt at our feet, and then the speed with which he dragged me back to my truck by my hand was impressive.
When we exited the trail and found a few officers and rangers still lingering in the parking area, I pulled my hand from his. We checked in with the volunteer so she could tick our names off her list, and we did have to retell our wolf story a couple times, but then we were both feigning utter exhaustion.
But the last thing on my mind was sleep.
Yawning dramatically one more time for optimal effect and waving awkwardly to the men as Brand backed toward my truck and tugged at the back of my jacket, I turned and we picked up our pace. But ever the dork, I called over my shoulder, “Congrats on a successful mission, lads!”
Brand snorted, and when we were out of sight, he slid his hand over mine again, his fingers grasping mine tightly.
He held my door open for me, and once I was in my truck, I started the engine, then unhooked my gun holster and began to discard Tasers and flashlights and the rest of the tools attached to my body. I stowed them in my center console and locked it, but I didn’t miss the way he eyed my handcuffs as he clipped his seatbelt into place.
I asked, “Are you sure you want to?—”
“Yes. Drive.”
“Okeydokey then.”
Oh my God, Roxi, SHUT. UP.
Chapter Eight
Brand
The motel room appeared to be nothing special, at least from what I could decipher in the dark, except for the fact that Roxanne was inside it and about to shed her uniform in front of me.
My dick had hardened somewhere on the trail and stayed that way the whole drive down the mountain. I’d barely been able to chase after her when I came out of the motel office and handed Roxanne the keycard and she’d dashed from her truck to room 107. But I managed.
When the door thudded shut behind us, she didn’t bother to turn on the overhead light. She whipped in a circle to face me, threw her arms around my shoulders, and we became a tangle of twisting tongues, heavy, panting breaths, and loud moans. My hands found her ass, hers slid down my chest, and she pushed my jacket off and to the floor.
