Page 35 of Lost With You
“I’ll feed it to you.”
He’d never seen sleepy eyes smile like that before.
She tilted her head. “That might get messy.”
“In the tent, it would,” he said. “But there’s plenty of room outside, and a whole river to clean up in after.”
“Dylan,” she said with a breathy laugh. “How wicked of you.”
“If you could see what’s going on in my head right now…” He gestured to the tent door. “Are you coming?”
“Not yet.” She kicked her legs out of the sleeping bag. “But you can help me with that right now…and eat oatmeal later.”
Boldly naked, she beckoned him with one finger. His heart beat a new rhythm. The feast spread before him provided so many choices. He could dive into that kiss, stay there awhile. Her breasts pouted at him for attention, too. Her sex was lightly furred, like she’d waxed, or whatever women did to groom themselves, and now soft hair was lightly coming in. He could crawl closer, drag the rasp of his stubbled beard up her legs, and see how her body felt against his cheek.
She would like that.
“Dylan,” she gasped as he slipped between her legs. She fell back with a squeal as he reached the juncture of her thighs. Digging his arms under her hips, he settled into the task before him. She writhed as he slid his tongue down her cleft. He smiled against her vulva as she grasped at the tangled sleeping bag beneath them. In the week he’d known her, he’d never guessed that she’d be so quick to abandon herself to pleasure. The power he’d felt that morning rising from sleep now surged, a hundred thousand times stronger. He loved the way her sex throbbed against his tongue as her whole body tightened, as she began the climb toward an explosive orgasm. She softly beat her fists against the floor of the tent as she moaned.
Using his shoulders, he nudged her legs ever higher, peeling her sex open so he could roll his tongue around freely. Her body’s flexibility allowed him to run his hands up her sides and capture her breasts in his palms as tightly as his mouth captured her sex below.
She shuddered, then arched up and shouted. His cock surged at the feel of her orgasm. He held his own release back until her convulsions slowed, until her body went utterly slack.
He set his chin lightly on the rise of her vulva, gazing with pleasure up her naked body to enjoy her flushed glory. She’d thrown an arm across her eyes, but when he planted a kiss just below her navel, she peeked out from beneath, gifting him with a mischievous grin.
She said, still gasping, “Who needs oatmeal?”
He rubbed his bristled chin against her mound. “Best breakfast of the trip, in my opinion.”
She caught her breath on a laugh and then covered her face again in a charming embarrassment that thrilled him for reasons he couldn’t say. He pushed himself up, setting his butt on his heels, waiting for her to pull her arm away and show him her face, show him how much he’d pleased her. He needed to see her sated, open, vulnerable to him.
Wishes did come true. She rose up on her elbows, biting her lower lip in a smile.
Then she caught her breath as her gaze fell low. “Oh…my. Can I help you with that?”
“I’ve got something in mind.” He reached for one of the condoms spilling out from the tipped-over box. “May I?”
“Dylan, you don’t need that. I like to—”
“I’ll need it.” His sack tightened at the thought of her mouth over his cock. “Right now, I want to watch when I slide into you.”
She responded with a low, rumbling laugh, then twisted until her knees dug into the tent floor. Braced on her hands, she invited him with a playful smile over her shoulder. “Your wish is my command, Captain.”
His mind went white. She was killing him, this woman. The shape of her in this position kicked up something primitive. He made an effort not to be rough as he gripped the heart-shaped perfection of her bottom. He set his aching cock against her slit and slid inside her wetness. New power surged through him as their bodies separated and joined, as she gasped in renewed pleasure. The next time he saw Garrick, he was going to kiss the fool on the mouth for bailing on this journey. Because of that, Dylan now had a gorgeous woman shooting sexy looks over her shoulder, tangled pieces of hair caught in her open mouth as she said his name aloud.
He wanted to give her everything he had.
Then her body squeezed around him, and he thought no more.
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Roughly stubbled, built forsinhauling gear, and with eyes that can pierceclothingfar horizons, historian Dylan MacCabe might be mistaken for any backwoodshottieadventurer, until you spend a few days in his bed…
Casey dropped her pen onto the journal with a gasp and a shake of her head. She was useless for writing today. Her body felt languid and well rested and worked out, like she’d run a half marathon and then enjoyed a full-body massage, but her brain wasuseless. While Dylan strode around the camp in godlike glory, getting stuff done, she lounged here like a purring cat, considering a nap if only to restore her energy for more mind-blowing sex.
Dylan’s shadow loomed, and he dropped a full-frame backpack on the other side of the fire, raising laughing blue eyes. “I bet that journal got interesting quick.”
She glanced at the page and glimpsed a doodled happy heart face in the margins. “Not really,” she blurted, tilting the open journal against her chest to hide it. “It’s all boring stuff, details of the trip, my attempts at writing the story.”
