his shoulders, I poured every ounce of anger and frustration and need into that moment, hungrily slanting my mouth over his. Before long, his hands were crushing me to him, an equal passion driving him to devour my kiss like he was starving for the taste of me.
We tugged and pulled at each other’s clothing, the wet grass sliding under my back and legs as my shirt and pants disappeared. One of the buttons on Chaz’s shirt popped off and plunked into the water, forgotten as skin met skin, the heat generated between us making it easy to forget the cold and the mud. His teeth grazed my skin as he kissed and licked his way from my cheek, down my neck, and settled to a light suckling on my nipple through the thin material of my bra.
My breath caught as his fingers, rough and calloused, brushed along my stomach and down between my legs. We’d done far more than this without a contract, but that was before I knew what he was. We shouldn’t have been doing this. He’d never hurt me—I knew he wouldn’t—but there were so many things that could go wrong if we ignored the law.
Sensing my hesitation, Chaz paused, regarding me with a mixture of lust and anger so intense a shiver of fear trickled down my spine.
“Do you want me to stop?”
His question meant more than what he was asking. If he stopped now, it would be the end of everything between us.
I shook my head, wrapping my legs around his waist and reaching up to tug his mouth back down to my breast in answer. Pressed as tightly against him as I was, I felt the shudder of something—maybe relief?—roll through him.
A gasp escaped me as first one, and then another finger explored me. Chaz shifted to cover my mouth with his, swallowing my cries as he swiftly worked me into a frenzy of desire. My nails dug into his back and shoulders, the pressure between my legs growing unbearable. Too soon, not soon enough, a shudder wracked me as my pleasure reached its peak.
He pulled away long enough to hear me cry out, both his hands sliding up to cup my cheeks, cradling my face as he pressed a few featherlight kisses on my brow. Chaz positioned himself even as the tremors leaving my thighs quaking tapered off, and I eagerly opened myself to him.
Suddenly, he stiffened—and not in the good way. He lifted his head, frowning as he levered himself up on his arms. Breathless, I stared at him, wondering why he had stopped.
A faint, strange sound echoed across the valley. Chaz hastily rose to his feet, slipping in the mud.
“Stay here. I’ll be back soon.”
“Wait! Chaz, what is it?” I struggled to sit up, shivering as the wind bit against my wet skin. The loss of warmth was doing more to kill my desire than Chaz’s uneasiness and the abrupt halt to our “festivities.” I wrapped my arms around myself while he threw his clothes on, not bothering to take the time to button his shirt or put on his shoes.
“Someone’s hurt. I need to check it out.” He glanced down at me as he (carefully) zipped up, a wry smile not easing the strain of worry or frustration at the interruption from his features. “Being the pack leader’s a bitch sometimes.”
“I’ll go with you,” I said, reaching for my shirt. He shook his head.
“No, wait here. It could be dangerous. Let me make sure everything is okay. I’ll come back and get you when it’s safe.”
“Be careful,” I said, heart lodged in my throat as I watched him race along the path back to the cabins.
Chapter 10
Coitus interruptus does not a happy camper make. I may have gotten my jollies, but I’d been expecting to do a lot more before Chaz and I were cut short. I sat in the meadow sulking for a few minutes, long enough to realize my back and legs were covered in mud and there was grass tangled in my hair.
Irritated beyond measure, I glanced around to make sure I was alone. Picking up my muddy clothes, I rose to rinse everything off, including myself, in the knee-deep water.
I don’t know how the frogs and fish could stand the cold. The goose bumps were so bad, I couldn’t tell right away if I’d gotten all the mud off my back when I reached to scrub. The cattail I’d picked earlier came in handy for