between her legs, his body wedged between her knees. But it was exactly where she wanted him.
As his fingers trailed over her folds, she felt the hit of his contact with exactly the right spot. “Yes, there!”
He might have moaned or said something wicked, she didn’t know, because he was touching her and she was writhing against him. It took all her focus to reach down and wrap her own hand around the length of him.
It made his fingers still and his head lift, his mouth drop open with pleasure.
She stroked, once, twice—
“Shit!” His eyes blinked and he yanked himself back and out of her touch. Hard to do in the confined space of the sleeping bag, but he did it. He stared at her. “No condoms. I don’t fucking hike with condoms!”
Oh, thank God. She’d been afraid this was serious.
“I’m on birth control.”
She reached for him again, but he executed a swift dodge and evade maneuver that made her frown.
“We’ve been out over twenty-four hours. How would you … ?” He didn’t even seem to be able to finish the sentence and it was at least good to know that he was as addled as she was.
But she had to get herself together or he wasn’t going to finish this … her. “Hey, guess what?”
“What?” he sighed, heavily, not seeming to appreciate her lighthearted move.
“I’m in firefighting and search and rescue and I work twenty-four hour shifts on the regular and I’m not a dumbass.”
“Of course, you’re not—”
“It’s an injection. We’ll have to be out here for another month before I’m fertile. We’re gonna have a lot more problems like hunting our own food and becoming feral before birth control becomes an issue.”
He was laughing by the time she finished, but she was glad for the change in his mood and hopeful that they could get back to where they’d left off. But she didn’t have more than half a second to wait before he was kissing her again, before he was close enough for her to stroke the length of him again and pull another groan from him.
Leo moved slowly, maybe too slowly. Jo was on the verge of begging by the time he was positioned to slide into her. Even as he brushed against her and sent her nearly flying, he stopped. “Yes?”
“Yes!” But she finished the word on a groan as he pushed into her in one smooth, hot stroke.
Her back arched, her legs lifted and she wrapped herself fully around him as he moved. Jo rode the tidal wave that came quick and hard. The sound of both their groans and cries echoed off the cave walls until she hit the precipice and fell over.
A moment later, Leo’s voice cutting through her still pulsing fog told her he’d toppled over the edge, too. Then he gasped and collapsed forward, somehow not falling onto her, but coming to rest with the two of them breathing heavily together.
She could only relax here for a moment, Jo told herself.
Once he came around, things could get awkward. But she breathed in the cold air, needing it to quell the heat still churning inside her and she waited.
Chapter Forty-Six
As Leo slowly came back to his senses, he took stock.
Jo's warm, naked body was curled into his, her ass spooned in against him, his arm snug across her stomach. Every inch of her was warm. Every inch of him was tingling.
He’d barely gotten his breath back after the first time when he’d simply started touching her again. It seemed the right thing to do, as if her skin simply called out to his hand. The way she moved against him confirmed it. They did belong together.
The second time, he’d gone slow. Maybe he hadn’t let her catch her breath so she couldn’t protest. Knowing Joely, she would have protested if she’d wanted to. Instead, she’d offered up soft sighs, seductive groans, and finally herself again.
They'd certainly made the most of keeping warm, he thought. They’d even had to unzip the bag a bit, they’d gotten so hot. The sting of freezing air was yet another sharp sensation on his skin. Joely was a bundle of contradictions.
She shifted slowly against him. Give him another few minutes and that would turn him all the way on again.
She hadn't quite slowed her breathing enough to make him believe she was asleep and he wondered what that meant. Was she avoiding talking to him? There was no place to go to get away, being silent