His silver piece of eight dangled between them. His chest hair abraded her sensitive nipples. She could feel his muscles quivering as he strained to push her toward the precipice again.
“You feel so good in me,” she rasped, placing her bare feet in the crooks of his knees for leverage so she could match his every thrust. “Your cock feelssogood in me, Dalton.”
He rumbled something she couldn’t make out. Then his mouth dropped to hers for a bruising kiss and his thrusts became harder, faster.
He’d made love to her before, concentrating on her responses, on her pleasure. Now he was fucking her for himself. Even still, she felt the first telltale tremors of release rippling through her. Felt her inner muscles beginning to rhythmically contract when she squeezed him to keep him inside on the upstroke and then melted and welcomed him home on the downstroke.
“Cami!” Her name was ripped from his lips.
Lightning flashed. Thunder clapped. For a moment, she thought the storm had picked up its fury. Then she realized the storm was inside her body.
“Dalton!” she screamed when the first spark of orgasm burned through her.
He cried out again, hammering home one last time. His release was a rhythmic spurt inside that she could feel even through the condom’s latex.
That’s all it took to have her own climax expanding, growing, widening, steepening until the pleasure pulsing through her body was stronger than Julia’s winds, bigger than the storm itself.
The most devastating,deliciousnatural disaster Cami had ever experienced.
Chapter 22
10:15 PM...
Dana’s stomach growled for the third time in as many minutes.
She grimaced as three faces turned in her direction. “Sorry. I was about to throw up less than an hour ago, and now my belly button feels like it’s rubbing a hole in my backbone. I think those saltines whetted my appetite. It’s weird, I know. Who could be thinking of food at a time like this?”
She gestured toward the two would-be thieves lying on LT and Olivia’s bed, and the third who was sprawled atop the cot LT had dragged into the room—Jace was staring at the ceiling, but Will and Brady were zonked out thanks to Doc’s pain meds. She triednotto look at the fourth man,Fin, who lay still and cold on the floor beneath the bloody comforter.
She’d watched a man die. She’d seen the exact moment when life left his body. How in theworldcould she be hungry afterthat?
“The human body needs fuel regardless of circumstances,” John was quick to reassure her. “Ain’t no shame in that.”
She sent him a wan look of thanks.
LT had lugged four of the kitchen chairs upstairs. Now, he and Olivia sat in the two he’d placed against the wall near the bed. And John and Dana occupied the other two near the door, holding up their end of the guard duty.
Dana wasn’t sure how much help she was in that regard. It’s not like she was armed like the others. But she supposed in the off chance one of the unmasked men tried to make a break for it she could throw her body in front of the exit.
After they’d initially sat down, John had encouraged her to go to his room to get some “shuteye.” But she hadn’t wanted to leave his side. He’d been her anchor through everything, the one thing holding her secure and keeping her from flying apart.
“Why don’t you take Dana to get somethin’ to eat,” LT suggested now, looking at John. “Olivia and I can handle things on our own for a few hours.”
“You sure?” John’s brow furrowed.
Dana noticed how the expression made him look a little intimidating.
I suppose heisintimidating, she silently corrected.
After all, he hadn’t hesitated to jump up and charge at Jace when Doc and LT had made their initial bid for freedom. He hadn’t blinked when Jace had pressed the end of that evil-looking pistol to his chest. And he’d remained impressively stoic while dressing Will’s gruesome wound.
John Anderson tried to come off as some sort of salty island hippy who didn’t have a care in the world. But she was learning that beneath his easy smile and his crazy Hawaiian shirts was a backbone forged of pure titanium.
He might not be a former Navy SEAL, but he’d experienced enough life, enoughadversity, to give him the same steely resolve. The same grit in his eye. The same ability to remain steady in a crisis.
It was…hot.
Hewas hot.
