He gripped her legs and boosted her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her hands sliding into his hair.
“Dathan.”
“You hungry, Doc?”
“Yes.”
He swiped a hand down her shirt, sending a couple of buttons skittering across the floor. She moaned and then he worked at her belt buckle while her hands scrambled for his waistband.
The sandstorm still raged outside, and here in this cave of old treasures, there was only the storm between him and this woman.
Eos heardher own cry echo in the cavern around them.
Dathan nudged her against the wall, his hands pushing her wrists against stone. Then he ripped her trousers and panties down her legs.
“Hard and fast,” he growled, his teeth savaging her neck.
Bright, jagged pleasure skittered through her like electric shocks. “Yes.”
He pinned her, nudging her thighs apart. She felt him brush his hard cock against her, then with one thrust, he speared inside her. Her body bowed at his invasion, but soon she adjusted, and when he started to thrust. Pleasure was a bright flare.
The cave echoed with the hard slap of flesh and their husky breathing. Small mewling cries ripped from her throat, and she wondered if they could stay in this hot, frantic moment forever. It was the first time she’d ever wanted to stay lost in the present.
He released one of her arms and she felt his hand skim her belly, sliding between their bodies. When he thumbed her clit, her hips thrust forward.
Pleasure rolled her eyes back in her head. He didn’t slow his thrusts, the hard slide of his cock stretching her, filling her. The rough caress of his thumb working her into a frenzy.
“Dathan!” She was losing her grip. Sliding toward the deep abyss of pleasure she worried only he could ever take her. Her hand slid up his arm, fingering his tattoo.
He thrust into her again, once, twice. They both exploded together, their cries of completion mingling around them.
Eos’ entire body went lax, but he had enough strength to catch her and lower them both to the ground. He pressed his back against the wall and pulled her in tight to his chest. As she tried to get her brain firing, she felt his hand stroking the mehndi on her shoulder blade. A familiar, soothing caress.
She closed her eyes. It was too easy to imagine them together like this. On other digs, other moons, in other ruins.
“I think the storm’s passing.” His deep voice was loud in the hushed silence.
She still heard the wind, but he was right, now it was just a purr to its previous howl.
“We’d better get dressed.” He squeezed her hip. “Don’t want sand in delicate places.” He pulled her to her feet.
“I’m going to start work here in the cavern. Document the artifacts.” She reached for her trousers and dressed. Then she pulled her hair back from her face and re-tied it.
“A good astro-archeologist would never abandon her quadrant search to hit the sweet spot.”
She heard his quiet amusement and looked at his face. “Maybe some of your ways are rubbing off on me.” She drew in a breath. “I’m not here on Institute business. I think I should be able to bend some rules.” Like having hot sex in the middle of her dig.
“Yep, my bad habitsaredefinitely rubbing off on you.” He reached out to touch her hair but pulled back at the last minute. “I’m going to go check in with my brothers. Need anything?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He pulled his trousers up his long legs, then his shirt over taut muscles. She was sorry to see all that glorious male chest covered.
It would be beyond idiotic to need this man. She pressed a palm to her chest. She guessed that made her an idiot.
She wanted Dathan Phoenix.
For more than one adventure. She wanted him in her life
