His hand slid across her stomach, the touch firm, his fingers splayed.
We need to get going,he thought, his gaze tracking his hand’s progress. His thumb ran along the skin of her stomach.
Yeah,she thought as goosebumps erupted along her flesh.
We need to get you some food.His hand traveled upward. His fingers grazed the bottom of her breast. He paused, as though uncertain.
She put her hand on his forearm and gently tugged his arm. His hand covered the swell of her breast. His thumb rolled the peak.
She sucked in a breath from the pleasure that coursed through her body. He rose and scooted closer before pushing her bra up and exposing her. He leaned over and fastened his hot mouth over her sensitive nipple, sucking gently and rolling it with his tongue.
She groaned, her eyes fluttering closed. She tried to reach down and grab his length, but his body was pressed too tightly against hers. His hand slid down as he moved to the other breast. His fingers trailed overher panty-covered apex, stopping in the right place and rubbing in a circle.
She spread her legs wider and ran her fingers through his tangled hair. He pushed up and took her lips with his own. His fingers moved a bit and traced the edge of her panty line. They pressed a fraction, dipping under the fabric. He felt along her wetness before dipping in.
Her moan was tortured. The need to feel him deep, all of him, overwhelmed her. She devoured his lips and tried to work him over her body. Tried to wriggle her hand down in between them to touch him. To stroke him.
His digits plunged in and out. His thumb pressed down above, jolting her with pleasure.
“Let me get to you,” she said, gyrating against him. She pushed her hand down as far as she could, only managing to get to his stomach.
“Not this time,” he murmured against her lips, working her hard and fast. The sensations tightened her body. She was already so close. “I want to feel you come around my fingers.” He kept going. The sound of her wetness filled the room.
He pulled his head away to watch her. His eyes sparkled with deep lust. “Come for me, dove,” he commanded.
She unraveled, saying his name as she shook against him. Pleasure engulfed her, and she clutched him.
He gave her a few more strokes, another few turns with his thumb, before pulling his hand away. He brought it up, never breaking eye contact with her, and sucked the fingers into his mouth. For some reason, that fired her up all over again.
“Let’s go,” he said, ready to turn away.
“No, wait.” She tried to keep him put. “Let me use my mouth on you.”
His smirk held all sorts of secrets. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking. He finished pulling away.
“Come on,” he said. “You’re hungry. We can get water on the way and food at the next station.”
After she’d gotten out of bed, she stared down at her pants on the floor. She really didn’t want to put those back on. They were filthy and crusty in places. Any more dirt and they might be able to stand on their own.
Still, they were one more defense against whatever plants and creatures existed in the wylds. Dirt and grime were better than brushing up against something toxic with her bare skin.
Tarian waited for her by the open door, looking out. Listening, it seemed like. Two water skins were draped over one large shoulder and an empty pack was slung over the other.
“Ready?” He turned to her but didn’t step out of the way. He’d be leading.
She nodded and followed him as he set out.
“Why don’t you have supplies and food items in there?” she asked as her stomach rumbled again.
“That station is rarely used. Any food items would go bad. It has a collection of tools, but nothing with which to make a fast meal. It’s easier and faster if we move to the more commonly used station.”
The sun gradually increased in warmth, morning heading toward afternoon. They’d only gotten a handful of hours of sleep, but as she took in all the green and blossoming flowers and strange, thorny vines crawling up rough brown bark, she didn’t feel tired. Or fatigued. Honestly, she felt totally refreshed.
About an hour into their walk, she said, “What color is that flower?”
Tarian glanced back before noticing her pointed finger.Don’t use your voice. It’s pink. I can see you know that.
She narrowed her eyes at the back of his head as they walked.Show me an image of how that flower looks to you.
