“And you keep going every time. Isn’t that what you told me courage was?”
Sofia couldn’t swallow. Her eyes burned and her throat went dry.
“You don’t believe me,” he said, eyes darkening with something other than annoyance. Without warning, he kneeled down in front of her, eyes casting upward through impossibly long eyelashes. “If there wasn’t a god sitting outside guarding our cave right now, I’d think you a goddess. Perhaps you still are one.”
Sofia gave a soft laugh, even as the heat built in her stomach, looking down at him like this. “That’s treason, sir.”
“You seem to bring it out in me, my captor,” he said. “Now let me worship you like the goddess you are.” Fox leaned forward, nipping at her stomach, and she stifled a moan, looking around as if someone might jump out at them at any moment. Someone could. And then what?
“Always thinking,” he said, hands wrapped around her waist. His thumbs rubbed gently back and forth as his fingers found their way under her shirt. “You might want to hold on to something.”
She startled and backed up until her foot hit a stalagmite.
Fox kneeled a few feet away, where she’d left him. She grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it slowly over her head and baring herself to him. His pupils blew wide in the dim light, face flushed red from more than just the heat.
When she grabbed the waistband of her pants and undergarments, she hesitated. She wasn’t one to be shy about sex, but there was something in Fox’s gaze that made her breath catch in her chest, her throat going tight. She didn’t think she’d ever seen the look he was giving her now on another partner’s face, man or woman.
He licked his lips, and she swallowed. With one smooth, definitely not anxious movement, she pulled down her pants and kicked them away. She stood naked, the damp heat in the air sticking to her skin in beads.
“You are so radiantly beautiful, it’s almost painful,” he said, brows pinched together. “I don’t know what I did to deserve having you in this moment.”
It hurt to swallow as his eyes traced along her body, caressing every curve from afar.
“I’ve been dreaming of the moment I’d get to taste you again,” Fox said, watching her with dark eyes.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she said, leaning back against the stalagmite, breath hitching. It acted like a small stool, the damp heat of the stone against her legs.
Fox moved forward on hands and knees, his eyes never breaking from hers.
A wet heat gathered between her thighs as she watched him. He hadn’t even touched her, and she was aching for him.
When he finally reached her, he ran a hand along her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps up her calf and thigh. Slowly and gently, he took her leg, giving her a moment to rebalance as he slung it over his shoulder. She reached up, grabbing at a stalactite to steady herself.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking up through golden lashes.
Her “yes” was breathless and drew a self-satisfied smile from him.
He surged forward, lips trailing along her hip and stomach. His tongue dragged along her, moving lower and lower. The muscles in her arms strained to keep her upright as she felt the heat of his mouth dropping down, easing toward where she wanted him—needed him.
A groan built in her throat. And then he changed direction, kissing down along her thigh.
She gasped, a needy and whiny sound that made her face flush. His lips were soft and warm against her overheated skin. Every time he moved toward her center and her breath began to hitch, he stopped. His teeth nipped at her skin. She wanted to scream. Sweat beaded along her skin, and heat coursed through her blood. She felt a wanting boiling just beneath the surface, pressing against her skin, as if it might break free.
“I love the way your body trembles for me,” Fox said, the words hot against her skin. “And the sounds you make when you’re trying so hard to hold back.” He hummed, pressing his lips to her skin.
“Fox,” she said, hating that the word came out as a breathy moan. She felt more than heard the chuckle.
“What?” He kissed the crease of her thigh. Too close, yet too far from where sheneededhim.
She ground her teeth. “You know exactly what.”
He hummed against her thigh. “But I love to hear you beg.”
She was tempted to push him back hard enough to make him fall on his ass, but the wetness building in her core wouldn’t let her. Her body felt beyond her control, and the word slipped out without her permission: “Please.”
He moved, quick as a fox, his tongue tasting her, flicking and twisting and…
“Fuck,” she gasped as his lips found her clit. One hand came down, fingers braiding into his hair as her ass sought purchase against the stalagmite. His shoulder was taking most of her weight, but she couldn’t care less as pleasure crashed over her like a wave. Her head fell back, eyes closed as she just let herself feel.
