I nodded too and we went back to work. Knowing she was alright let me relax a little...but that made me even more aware of how close our bodies were. And thinking about the Serbians had only reminded me of how much I needed to protect her from my world. Half of me wanted to just dive on top of her; half of me wanted to run out of there before I could. But the only way I could help her was to stay exactly where I was, balancing on a knife edge.
“Here,” I said suddenly. “I think I feel something.”
“Where?”
“Here.I’ve got my finger on a wire and it feels...rough.”
“Rough?”
“Chewed.”
“Chewed?”
“Shine the torch on it,” I told her.
She tried, but there was no room. “Move out, let me move in,” she said.
“I won’t be able to find it again!” I was keeping my finger jammed against the suspect wire. “I only found it through blind luck!”
She took a deep breath...and suddenly lifted her body and slid herself atop me, her back to my chest. I caught my breath as her ass settled onto my groin. My heart was thumping like a pile driver in my chest. I could feel the tension in her body, too, both of us trying to hold back, to stay icy cold.
But it wasso...damn...hot.There were so many reasons to stay away from her...but the feel of her against me was making them tissue paper in an inferno.
Louise shone the torch up into the wires. Her voice was strained. “Goddamnit, itischewed,” she said. “A freaking raccoon or something’s been at it.” She reached out with her left hand for something, groping down by our legs. Every tiny movement made her ass grind against my rock-hard cock and I gritted my teeth, seconds from snapping and grabbing her. “Pass me the wire cutters!” she said urgently. “I can’t reach!”
I groped and found them. My head was spinning—the heat, the feel of her against me...holding back was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I passed the wire cutters up and—
My forearm brushed across her bra-clad breasts. Both of us froze, her nipples standing out like rocks against my arm. Her breathing fell into line with mine, becoming rapid pants.
It was just—
—too—
—much—
I grabbed her waist and twisted her, slippery as a mermaid pulled from the sea, so that she was facing me. And suddenly we were kissing, kissing like the only air in the world came from each other’s lungs, kissing like we hadn’t seen each other for a thousand years. I’ve never, ever kissed with such raw desperation. We couldn’t move or use our hands—they were all holding tools and wires. It was just our mouths: kissing, gasping, panting and kissing again in great hungry gulps.
When we finally broke, we stared at each other. Every muscle in my body had gone rigid with tension and, for the first time, there wasno question of holding back or pulling away. A dam had burst inside each of us. All we had to do first was—
“Fix the fuckin’ air conditioning!” I croaked.
She twisted so that her back was to my chest again, grabbed the wire cutters and stripped and twisted the wires. Then she poked with a screwdriver and—
“Fuck!” Yellow sparks showered down on us and—
There was a slow whine that grew into a deafening roar. I felt wind against my toes and heard Louise’s lungs fill in elation. I pushed out of the air conditioning box, taking her along with me and—
It was as if we were lying on a sun-drenched mountain ledge, with the crest of the mountain just above us. Our bodies baked but we could feel the edge of the current of air as it whipped past. I lifted an arm and it was like trailing my hand beside a boat in the cool, clean water. Louise slowly sat up, her ass grinding against my cock. She slowed down as she came up towards sitting, savoring the moment...then gasped, arching her gleaming back as the air hit it.
I stared at that sensual, elegant arch, bisected by her bra strap, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to have her...now.
I reached up and unclipped the clasp: Louise drew in a big lungful of chill air as she felt her bra go loose. Then my hands were closing on her waist and I was lifting her, turning her to face me and setting her down again. She gave a long, shuddering breath as her soaking panties and the softness beneath them kissed the hard bulge at my groin. Her chest was heaving, her nipples standing out through the half-off bra. I scooped it off her shoulders and she let it trail down her pale arms. Her eyes never left mine for a second.
She sat there atop me, creamy body glistening, nipples hard and getting harder in the flow of cold air. Every freezing lungful of air she took in made her rock minutely against my cock. Her copper-colored hair hung down her back and spilled over her shoulders in gleaming waves. She’d never looked more beautiful.
I sat up, bringing our faces together. The tips of her breasts kissed my chest and we both tensed at the sensation. I could feel the bloodpounding in my ears and I knew it must be the same for her: we were both being carried on a wave, now, out of control.
Just as I leaned forward to kiss her, I felt her fingertips against my lips. “Wait,” she croaked.
