“I missed you more,” he replied, closing the space between them.
Her mouth met his with a need that mirrored his own, pulling weeks of separation into one unbroken moment. His pulse surged. She was his everything—his anchor, his undoing, his salvation—and having her here made it almost impossible to remember they’d ever been apart.
Gemma climbed into his lap, straddling his legs, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him with so much fervor that a chill ran up his spine. His cock was hard in seconds. It had been way too long since he’d made love to her, and he was feeling it. Not just the physical absence, but the emotional one too. With her, his walls could come down. He could show her his blackened soul, and she’d choose him anyway.
She was serenity.
His hands on her ass, Christian opened her mouth with his, and his tongue found hers. She shifted closer, sliding her hands up into his hair and tugging gently. He drew her in until there was nothing left between them but the heat of her body and the steady pull of her breath.
He rested his forehead against hers. “Do you think you can be quiet?”
“I’ll try, but no promises.” She nibbled his earlobe before sucking lightly on the side of his neck.
He couldn’t keep from shifting his hips so his cock rubbed between her legs.
Smirking, she slid off his lap and backed away—close enough that he could reach her, but far enough that he could drink in every inch of her body.
Gemma’s hands moved to the hem of her shirt, and she lifted it over her head. At the sight of her small, perfect breasts and peaked nipples, Christian let out a long, slow breath. They were even better than he remembered.
At a painstakingly slow pace, she lowered her trousers and underwear, standing before him on full display.
In the warm lamp light, it hit him like a punch to the chest how much he’d missed her. Every curve, every breath.
His heartbeat thrashing in his ears, Christian took off his own shirt, trousers, and underwear before sitting back down on the edge of their cot. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes flicked from his face to his cock and back up again. He couldn’t help but smile.
“Come here,” he said, and she took the hand he extended. When she stood before him, straddling his legs, he kissed her stomach, and she whimpered a response.
“Stars, I love you,” he said, slipping two fingers inside her, slow and deliberate, coaxing soft, muffled sounds from her lips. She reached for his shoulders when her legs weakened, and the way she shook against him . . . Fuck, he’d forgotten what it felt like to have her like this.
Christian took one of her nipples into his mouth, and her legs quivered. The sound of her broken moans as she tried so hard to stay quiet made his cock ache. Everything in him wanted to hear her scream as she came all over his fingers. But they were in a tent, inside a stone water basin, where noises carried.
Relenting, he groaned against her breast and removed his fingers. She whimpered, reaching for his cock, but he grabbed her hand.
“Turn around,” he said, his voice low and gruff.
Gemma’s eyes were so bright with need. He almost tossed her on the cot and made love to her so hard that she forgot every worry. But right now, she needed to feel adored and cherishedand wanted. And that meant staying gentle and making sure her every need was met.
When her back was to him, Christian eased her down onto him, groaning into her shoulder at how ready she was for him.
A small noise escaped her, raw and needy, and it nearly undid him.
Then she began to move against him, and all thought disappeared. Every nerve in his body tingled. Nothing else mattered but the feel of her. The smell of her. The taste of her.
Christian drew her to him so her back pressed against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her, teasing her clit as he thrust himself into her again and again. Faster. Harder. Gemma squirmed, no longer in control of the cries of pleasure that escaped her.
He covered her mouth with his other hand to keep her quiet. “Come for me, love.”
She held her breasts, pinching her nipples, moaning into his palm.
She came so hard that her legs shook. Christian bit her shoulder, groaning as her pussy tightened around him. Waves of euphoria brought fleshbumps to his skin, and he followed her over the edge.
The soft violet tattoo on her arm began to glow, spilling light up her neck and across her bare chest. The battery lamp shot from its stand like it had been yanked by an invisible hand. Its light flickered like a strobe as it crashed against the tent’s wall and tumbled to the ground.
The air thickened, buzzing with a charge that made the hair on his arms stand up. Every instinct screamed to shield his head and brace for impact, but this was Gemma. The woman he loved. The woman he’d happily die for.
She dug her nails into his arms and leaned forward, screaming behind clenched teeth as a burning purple light poured from herpalms into his skin. Heat prickled his arms like tiny needles, sharp enough to make his breath catch.
He forced his voice to steady. “I got you, Gem. You’re all right. Calm your heart rate. Concentrate on your breathing.”
