Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip.
He went rock-hard in an instant. Tension spiraled around them, through him. Keeping his hold light, he lowered his head and brushed his mouth across hers. Her lips were soft and cold, and he licked the bottom one, warming her.
She shivered, and her hands slid up his shirt to his neck as she opened her mouth and let him in.
He dove, kissing her deeper, sweeping his tongue against hers and tasting mint and woman with a hint of strawberries. How the hell did she taste like strawberries? He growled low, grasping her hip and dragging her against him, his mind spinning and his body rioting.
Fire detonated in his gut. He slid his hand around her hip and beneath the flimsy material, stroking the pads of his fingers across her already-heated skin. The woman had gone from shivering to full-on burning, creating a storm in him more powerful than the one outside. He wasn’t certain he’d survive it, survive them, but it was too late for caution or reason—at least for him. Hopefully, she’d come to her senses and save them both.
He released her mouth, barely lifting his head.
Her eyes glowed the desperate cerulean of the innermost flickers of a campfire, the hot and tempting blue usually buried deep in the crackling flames. Pink flushed her smooth skin, and in the dim light, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
His heart thudded hard, and he took the hit, unable to look away from her. Whatever was happening between them, this new and terrifying sense of need also reflected in her eyes. She felt it, too.
Her hands clenched in his shirt, her fingers curling against his upper chest. Her breath quickened, making her full breasts move beneath the camisole, her nipples so hard he could barely keep from touching her. She licked her bottom lip, her eyes darkening. “If we do this, if we start this, we keep us separate from the case. From everything else.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” In one smooth move, he lifted her against his chest and ignored the warning bells in the back of his head. It was much too late for that.
Ophelia caughther breath at his easy strength, sliding her arm over his shoulders. Oh, this was crazy. Her taste in men was terrible, which had resulted in her being banished to the middle of nowhere. Making this mistake might end her career for good.
She didn’t care.
At the moment, nothing mattered but the powerful arms holding her and the devastating mouth above hers. She’d never felt so safe and yet so in danger at the same time, and the conflux of opposing feelings hit her like an aphrodisiac. Yeah, she was screwed up.
Who cared?
He carried her into a bedroom that smelled like the forest and Brock. Gently, he sat her on the bed, then whipped off her top and sent it sailing over his head.
She barely got out a laugh before he dropped to his knees, jerked her by the waist closer to him, and sucked one nipple intothe inferno of his mouth. Shock and fire rolled through her, and she pressed her hands to the bedspread right behind her butt, unable to do anything else in the moment except arch into his mouth.
He licked and sucked, nipping with just enough bite to steal any breath she might’ve kept. His shoulders kept her legs wide, and his hands grabbed her ass, partially lifting her as if he couldn’t get enough. His tongue was rough and abrasive as he feasted on both nipples, the underside of her breasts, and the hollow between them as if starving.
For her.
She made a sound of protest, unable to think, wanting to get her hands on him.
He lifted his head, his green gaze wilder than any animal in the Alaskan wilderness. “You said yes.”
“I meant it,” she breathed, reaching for his shirt.
“Good. My way.” Keeping her gaze, he pulled at her socks, gently drawing them off and running his hands along her calves.
She reached for the clasp of her jeans, but his hands were there first, ripping open the button and yanking the wet material down. Her jeans and panties joined her tank top somewhere in the room. One wide hand pressed against her upper chest, pushing her down onto her back. He yanked her ankles up and over his shoulders with no warning.
Then his mouth was on her.
She cried out, her eyes closing. The feelings were too intense, and she needed to think, but he went full in on her clit and thighs with his tongue, lips, teeth, and heated breath. The world fragmented, and she sucked in breath as an orgasm blew through her so hard her ears rang.
He didn’t stop.
His fingers joined his mouth, his teeth nipping her thighs, his shoulders holding her open for him. Never in her life had shebeen so helpless in someone’s hands as her body gave itself over to him completely, her mind fuzzing into nothing but pleasure. Even so, she shook her head. “I can’t. Not again.” In fact, one was her limit—if any.
He lifted his head, his eyes burning green. “Wrong.” Then his grip tightened, and his mouth sucked her clit into his mouth, his abrasive tongue scraping across her.
She bucked and then tightened, a second orgasm ripping through her and shooting electricity throughout her entire body. Gasping, shuddering, she came down, her heart thundering.
He kept going.
