Page 55 of Survive the Night
“No,” she said absently, worried less about comfort and more about touching him. She flattened her hands over his chest, marveling at the strength living underneath the layers of clothing and skin. Once her fingers landed, she didn’t want to move them. He was so solid. Suddenly, she was desperate to see him naked—or at least shirtless. Her face heated again. Sarah had never considered herself so…lustful before.
“What?” he asked, walking her backward toward the stairs.
“What?” she echoed, dazed and overwhelmed by everything she was feeling, by the amazingness that was Otto.
He smiled his usual slow smile, although it had a wicked edge she’d never seen before. Sarah was pretty sure she loved it. “You’re blushing.”
“Oh.” She smiled back, and his eyes blazed with hunger. “I was thinking naughty thoughts.” Her heels bumped the first step, and she turned around to climb up the stairs.
Crowding close behind her, so close that it felt like he surrounded her, Otto asked, “You going to share them?”
Having him so close should’ve made her feel claustrophobic. Back in her old life, if her guards got within four feet of her, she felt crowded and desperate for space. Having Otto against her back didn’t bother her, though. In fact, it made her feel safe, because he was Otto, and he’d protect her. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
She loved his teasing, husky tone. He was usually so serious, and each smile or laugh felt like she was receiving a gift. “Maybe. Depends on how good you are at convincing me.”
“Oh, I’ll convince you.”
With a giggle, she slipped away and ducked through the closet, leaving the bunker door open so the animals could get out. He followed her across the living room, up the other flight of stairs, and into his bedroom. His silent, steady progress as he stayed just a step or two behind her made her heart quicken. It felt like she was being stalked, but there was no fear involved—just a thrilling anticipation.
“Your bed really is huge.” It was the biggest bed she’d ever seen.
“So am I,” he said with a shrug. Then he went still, and he gave her a sheepish look.
Sarah burst out laughing. “Thank you for the warning.”
“I didn’t mean…” He trailed off, waving it away. “You know what I meant.”
“I do.” Now that she wasn’t being held against him, Sarah’s insecurities were returning. “I’m…ah, I’m not that experienced.”
“We’ll take it slow.” Reaching out, he took her hand and tugged her toward him.
She knew she needed to get it out before he kissed her, and her brain evaporated again. “I’m really not experienced.” He studied her thoughtfully, and she kept talking, worried about the silence that might fall if she stopped. “Having full-time bodyguards around kind of killed my social life. I mean, I dated a little in high school, but there was no one… There was really no one.”
There was another pause, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. Sarah got the impression that Otto was just taking his time, making sure that he chose the right words. “Thank you,” he finally said, before pulling her toward him and kissing her.
It was hard, but so, so sweet. Kind of like Otto is right now, she thought, giggling against his mouth. His lips tilted up in response, and all of her nerves disappeared, brushed away by desire and Otto’s smile and the complete perfection of the moment. This was right. She’d never been surer about anything.
It was all so natural. There was no awkwardness, no fumbling. Otto pulled off his shirt and eased her top over her head, and then they were kissing again. His hands on her breasts made her gasp against his mouth with wonder and delight.
He didn’t stop kissing her as they toppled down onto that huge bed, didn’t stop until he left a trail of kisses down her front. He slid her panties down her legs, leaving her naked and breathing hard and wanting more of him.
She couldn’t stop touching him, amazed at the smoothness of his skin over all of that muscle—muscle that twitched and flexed under her fingers and mouth. He was huge and strong, but she could make him groan with a single light scratch of her fingernail. It was incredible and so very arousing.
He left her for a few moments to shuck his pants and don a condom. When he returned, Otto rolled them over so she was on top, and that was a whole amusement park of joys to explore. Sarah touched him everywhere with her fingers and lips and even her tongue, until he was slick with sweat and groaning with need.
Even then, he didn’t push into her. Instead, he flipped them back over and did the same thing to her as she’d done to him—tortured her in the very best way until she was desperate. He kissed and lightly nipped her skin, his mouth and fingers discovering sensitive spots that she didn’t even know she had.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as his lips and the air from his breath brushed against her bottom rib. “I couldn’t even talk the first time I met you. All the words were knocked right out of me.”
Her breath caught as he lightly scored her belly with his teeth. “I thought you looked like a Viking lumberjack.”
His chuckle made her insides twist and swoop. “Can’t decide if that’s better or worse than Hugh’s ninja-Paul-Bunyan comparison.”
“Both are good—and accurate.” She couldn’t stop touching him. Her fingers ran over the back of his head and neck, scratching lightly at his scalp. He shifted so they were face-to-face, his body caging hers. It should’ve felt claustrophobic, but she felt free and safe at the same time. She reached up as she pulled his head down, and their mouths met in a kiss that was wild and almost savage—and so, so sweet.
Finally, he entered her, and it was heaven.
