I blot everything out—the folly of my actions, tomorrow, the repercussions of this act. Everything.
Instead, I sink into him.
His arm tightens around my hip, and the chair rocks, creaking under our weight and hurried movements.
I trail my fingers down the cords of his neck, over his broad shoulders, down the hardness of his chest to snake under his T-shirt and touch his skin.
Warm, smooth skin that feels like heaven.
His muscles flex under my fingers, like I’m tickling him.
He groans, ripping his mouth away from mine to whisper, “Let’s go inside.”
Then his arm is under my ass and he’s shifting, lifting us up. My legs swing around his waist as he stands. He walks a few steps, and my back slams against the door as he fumbles with the handle.
Our lips meet, hard and scorching.
So perfect.
The door swings open, and without losing contact, we’re inside.
I can’t pay attention to the surroundings, or see what he’s done to make the cabin his own, because I’m consumed with my pent-up lust, and all I can think about is his mouth on mine, the press of his body, the strong arms holding me, and how he will finally be inside me.
He stops, and I’m tossed onto the bed.
I bounce on the mattress, blinking up at him for one second before he’s on top of me. I swear I’ve never felt anything as good as him covering me—hot and safe, all at the same time.
Against my lips he says, “I want you so much, Catarina.”
“I want you too.” I arch.
His strong thigh slides between my legs, stopped by the fabric of my dress. But before I can protest, his palm covers my thigh, pushing the hem up my body. He leans back, resting on his calves as he looks down at me.
He shakes his head. “What am I going to do with you?”
My lashes flutter as I look up at him. He looks beautiful above me, strong and rugged. The lines of his face are harsh against the backdrop of the full moon pooling through the window and onto the bed.
I lick my lower lip. “You mean you don’t know?”
He chuckles, smoothing his hands over my waist. “Oh, I do.” He reaches for the hem of my dress. “Lift up.”
My hips rise, and he pulls the fabric over my body before tossing it to the floor. He looks down at me. “Beautiful.”
I clench my teeth. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not?” His fingers trace the edge of my panties, lacy and black. “It’s true.”
“Don’t ruin it by being nice.” The words leave my lips before I can stop them.
His eyes meet mine. “Catarina, I can be nice and cruel all at the same time.”
My legs clench, and my back bows in response.
He walks a path over my stomach, playing across my ribs before brushing the curve of my breasts. “I know how much you like that.” With one hand he unhooks the clasp of my bra. “I’ve never seen you stretched out like this; I want to look at you.”
I shake my head. “I just want you to take me.”
“Now, what would be the fun in that?” One big hand lands on the bed next to my head, and he’s looming over me, blocking out most of the light. He leans down and licks one nipple, then the other. The dampness combines with the air and cools my skin, puckering the flesh.
He brushes his mouth over mine. “Don’t confuse my patience with lack of desire.”
I swallow hard. “I’ll try.”
“I want you more than you can possibly know.” Again he kisses me. “But I want to drive you crazy more.”
“You do.” I touch his cheek. “I can’t resist you.”
“I know you can’t.” His tongue flicks over the seam of my lips. “I adore that about you.”
“Oh yeah?” My breath comes out like a pant.
“Yeah.” He shifts, reaching to stroke the silky fabric between my legs. “I want you out of your mind before I claim you for my own.”
I arch into his touch. “Do your worst.”
“Now that…” He kisses me. “…is a dangerous statement to make.”
He shifts, moving lower, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking. The sensation sends electricity racing through me. He tortures me, laving and licking and tugging with teeth, before he moves to deliver the same treatment to my other breast.
My eyes close, and I tangle my fingers in his short hair, keeping him close.
On and on it goes, until I think I’ll go absolutely mad. I