Page 64 of Rescued

Switch scooped her up and carried her over to the cot in the corner, laying her down on the bare mattress before pulling her jeans the rest of the way off.

He crawled up in between her legs, growling, licking and nipping her skin like an animal. Spreading her legs, he licked her core, his feral growls vibrating against her clit. She clutched his hair, moaning out loud.

She could feel him barely in control, wanting all of her, wanting her to completely lose it because then she would be his. She could feel his power, and even though she’d sworn she’d never be in a man’s power again, she suddenly knew.

This was different.

She was all his, helpless as he ravished her body with his lips, his teeth, his hands. He molded her skin, held her legs apart and ate his fill, made her whimper and scream and beg for more. He drove her over the top, shaking, and then did it again, watching her every reaction with fierce intensity, his eyes glowing gold.

There was nothing for her to do but take it, revel in it, submit to his kisses and caresses, his gifts and his demands.

But he still held back what she needed most, teasing her with his rock hard shaft, rubbing it against her clit until she came. Then he pulled her up to her knees so he could slide it in her mouth, his hand wrapped around the back of her neck while she took it in, licking and sucking and shaking with need.

And still he held back, until he finally turned her around and impaled her from behind, filling her in a way that gave her a primal desire to howl like a wolf as he mated her.

She felt her climax begin to build once more as he pumped into her, growling, and then reached around and teased her clit, rubbing the slickness between her legs until she was on the edge again, wanting nothing but for him to push her off the cliff.

His emotions spiraled out to fill her, and she could suddenly see herself as he saw her—not just beautiful and desirable, but precious and loved. His desperate need to have her helpless with need for him, because he felt helpless against his need for her.

He gave one last thrust and exploded inside her, just as she lost control in another orgasm. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back to sit on his lap, still connected. She could hear him panting, feel his chest heaving, and he dropped soft kisses on her neck and shoulder.

How can I ever let you go? She didn’t know if it was his thought, or hers.

And she didn’t know the answer.

Chapter 27

Finally, Switch had to let go. They’d moved to snuggling together under a blanket from the storage shelves, but even with his body heat it was too cold for Bree in the cabin.

“We should go,” he said softly.

“Urrggh. Freezing.” Bree burrowed into the blanket.

“It’s not gonna get any warmer.” He slid out from under the blanket and gathered all her clothes.

Her underwear was in several pieces, and he stuffed it in between her shirt and pants, like she wouldn’t notice it was now shredded. “Here.” He handed her the pile.

She pulled her sweatshirt over her head, about to cover up those incredible boobs, and it was all he could do not to cup them in his hands one more time, and maybe kiss the nipples before they disappeared again.

But he hesitated, and then the shirt was on. He felt a pang of loss. Nothing was resolved, except he wanted her even more than he had before.

Bree held up a piece of her panties, and raised her eyebrows at him.

“Did I do that?” he asked, even though he remembered it distinctly. “Um. Sorry?”

She just shook her head, but the little smile that curved her cheek made him want to tear them off all over again.

“I’ll by you some more,” he said. “Super-sexy ones.”

The smile got deeper. “Make sure they have a crotch, would you?”

“If they were crotchless, I wouldn’t have to tear them off.”

“Yeah, but before that I’d have to walk around all day with the seam of my jeans scraping against my veejay.”

“Could be exiting.”

“If I want exciting, I know where to come.” She grinned at him. “Hah. Where to come. See what I did there?”