He didn’t have to do much to play her like his own personal instrument. He cupped her between the legs and let a finger dip down, quick to give her the pleasure she sought. Panting, control gone, she shifted back and forth, seeking nothing but fulfillment.
“Yeah,” he whispered hotly in her ear and she wished she could see him, see the yeti out of breath and almost out of words. “That’s it.” He thrust again between her slick inner thighs and this time took a break from touching her to grab the head of his own erection, the move so unconsciously hot, so base, soin his bodythat she couldn’t have kept herself from coming if she’d tried.
She sucked in air—what felt like every drop of it present in this tight space—and held it high in her lungs while the rest of her exploded. He worked her hard with his cock, giving her enough friction to draw it out…and out… And still she couldn’t breathe.
His hand was frantic now, his breathing in her ear a shaky, messy chorus of sounds that she’d never imagined someone like this making. Finally, just as she reached the highest peak of her climax, he let go with his own.
Somehow her hand was there. Had she been touching him this whole time? When he came, she rubbed him, loving the quick, angry jerks of his body, and once he was spent—in a move she’d later have to deny—she slicked it up, over her belly to the nipple he still pinched between his fingers.
For a few long, languid, out-of-body seconds, they rubbed him into her skin together, the act so lurid, so intimate, so different from anything she’d ever done that something inside her blew. Tears pushed at her eyes. Every muscle tightened in her effort to hold back the emotion.
“Hey.” He let go of her hand, nudged her shoulder until she flopped to her back, and leaned over her. “Hey, Leo. Sweetie. Leo. Leo.”
Okay, so maybe the yeti didn’t have the magic words to fix this—whatever the hell she thought needed fixing—but the kiss he put on her lips went miles toward setting her insides straight. And his little noises did that too. Soft, sweet sounds, so different from the way he’d literally growled through his orgasm.
But, crap, she refused to cry. She wouldn’t. Swallowing back the burn, she forced a touch of humor into her voice. “I may have lost my mind.” Or at least a few brain cells.
He sighed, the sound shaky, and put his forehead against hers. “Not the only one.” His body scooted to one side, where he leaned on an elbow, giving her space—but not too much. She liked that—being boxed in with him, with the option to escape. “You okay?”
She opened her mouth, an easy yeah on the tip of her tongue, and then closed it. Was she? This wasn’t her, getting emotional for no reason. Thisfeelingthings. Overwhelmed by sensations she’d never experienced before. “I don’t know.”
He seemed to be holding himself very still. “You regret it?”
Her muscles jolted like she’d been shocked. “No! Oh, God no.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him close so she could whisper. “It was good. This is good.”
“Yeah?” He drew back and though she couldn’t see his smile, she could hear it. “On a scale of one to—”
“Stop it.” She bopped his shoulder and let out a shaky breath. “Hey. Where’s Bo?”
“Must’ve taken off for calmer climes.”
“It’s storming outside.” A light laugh tumbled up and out.
“Yeah, well. Got pretty rowdy in here.”
“It was…”
“Unbelievable.” He shifted. “What about for you?”
“Honestly? That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Colossal. Like…I don’t know… The one orgasm to rule them all.”
He barked a laugh. “And in the darkness bind them?”
She snickered. “Bind us.”
Their laughter petered off. Uh-oh. Why did that seem so real? A bond more inexorable than rings on fingers.
For a few careful seconds, she held her breath. She couldn’t see his eyes, but she could feel the humor in them, could sense the affection there. Could picture the lines splaying out at the sun-creased corners. And hell, there it was again—that outpouring of emotion that she had no freaking idea what to do with. It wasn’t easy, but she held it back and concentrated on him instead, letting her hand explore his mysterious face, learning it in the dark.
While she was running her fingers over his lips he yawned, ended on a chuckle, and pulled her in to give her the sleepy, slow, content kind of kiss she remembered her parents having. When she pulled back, he nudged her over, half on top of his splayed-out limbs, the position a perfect yin and yang.
Every muscle in her body hurt, her skin chafed, and her belly rumbled with hunger, but it was nothing compared to this thing blooming inside her. What was it? Was ithappiness? Possibly. Probably. But good God did it scare her. More than crashes and enemy fire and running for her life across a frozen lake. Shit, it turned out, had just gotten real, in a no-going-back kind of way. And she had no idea how to handle it.
Chapter 32
Elias couldn’t recall waking up this sore before…or this satisfied. He stretched, popping joints and easing muscles, tightened his arm around the woman who lay against him, and shifted lazily, enjoying the feel of female flesh against his morning erection.
And then remembered just where he was.
