Page 23 of Chasing the Wild
"Then show me." Her eyes met mine, golden in the dim light. "Show me what it means to be Sam Edwards' woman. Show me everything you've been promising."
And God help me, I couldn't resist anymore.
I kissed her like I'd been dying to since the moment I found her alive in this tent. Like I'd been desperate to since I'd realized she was missing.
She met me with equal intensity, her body arching into mine.
"Need you," I groaned against her mouth. "Need to be inside you."
"Yes," she gasped. "Please.”
I pulled back just enough to look at her face. "This is going to be intense. You understand?"
"I don't want you holding back. I want everything."
"Then you're getting everything." My hands found the hem of her thermal top. "But first, these come off. I want to see every inch of what's mine."
She helped me strip off her top, revealing perfect breasts barely contained by a sports bra. Then the bra was gone too, and I had my first full view of her bare skin.
My hands covered her breasts, feeling her nipples harden against my palms. "You're fucking perfect, Jess."
"Sam—" She was panting now, her body moving restlessly against mine.
"My turn," I said, stripping off my own shirt.
Her hands immediately went to my chest, exploring me with reverent touches.
"You're so strong," she said. "I felt safe the moment you held me. Like nothing could hurt me when you were there."
"You're mine to protect now. Mine to keep safe. Mine to pleasure," I promised, rolling her beneath me in the confined space.
I kissed down her neck, her collarbone, taking one perfect nipple into my mouth. She cried out as I worshiped her breasts, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her fingers dig into my shoulders.
"Please," she finally begged.
"I know what you need, baby." My hand slid down her stomach, finding the waistband of her thermal leggings. "You need me inside you. Need me claiming you. Need me filling you up."
"Yes."
I stripped off her leggings and underwear, then my own, until there was nothing between us but need and desperate want.
The sleeping bag was cramped, forcing us to stay tangled together, but I didn't care. Preferred it this way—her body trapped beneath mine, unable to escape the pleasure I was about to give her.
"Spread your legs for me," I commanded.
She obeyed immediately, and I settled between her thighs, my cock resting against her entrance.
"Look at me," I ordered. "I want to see your eyes when I make you mine."
Her eyes locked on mine—golden brown and dilated with desire and trust and something deeper.
"Good girl," I said, and thrust inside.
She was so tight I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming immediately. Hot and wet and perfect, gripping me like a vice.
"Oh God," she gasped, her nails digging into my back. "Sam—you're so—it's so—"
I pulled out and thrust back in, deeper this time. "Too much?"
