mouth closed over his nipple, hot, wet, and demanding, and he had to bite back a cry of his own. He had never considered that a sensitive area, but the urgency with which she was sucking on him sent a corresponding pulse through his cock. He remembered all too clearly what it had felt like when she took him into her mouth.
His cock ached, pulsing beneath her ass, and he felt her push down until he was cradled between her soft cheeks. He did his best to ignore it and concentrate on her. He circled the swollen pearl of her clit, until it emerged from its protective cover, then tried to insert his finger in her small channel. Gods, she was tight, her body resisting even the single digit. How had she managed to take him?
He adjusted his hand so he could continue teasing her small nub while he pressed deeper inside her. Her mouth on his chest was frantic, urgent, and the scent of her desire made his head swim with pleasure. He wanted to plunge inside her, to wring a scream of ecstasy from her lips, but he forced himself to keep his movements slow and quiet, even as her body tensed.
He pressed harder, stroked deeper, and felt her convulse, her whole body shaking. The muffled cry that escaped her lips was almost as satisfying as hearing her call out his name. She quivered against him, her climax continuing to roll over her until he finally, reluctantly, removed his hand.
His cock was so hard it was actually painful, but when she smiled up at him, he had no regrets. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips as her eyes fluttered closed and her body sagged against his. He let her sleep, keeping watch against any danger.
Chapter Thirteen
“Wake up, sweetheart. It’s time to leave.” Varga’s voice was a low rumble against her chest, and she stretched lazily, reaching for him even before her eyes opened.
“We don’t have time for that,” Saka snapped, and Joan’s eyes flew open, her face burning.
She had forgotten that they weren’t alone. Grabbing for the fastening to her coverall, she breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that it was closed once again.
“I’m afraid your delightful body is concealed once more,” Varga murmured, dark golden eyes warm with amusement, and more heat rushed her face as she remembered climaxing in his arms.
How could she have let him do that? She darted a quick glance around, but no one was watching her as they stood and stretched. She did the same, her muscles warm and loose, with only that pleasant heat between her legs to remind her of what they had done. What he had done—for her.
She snuck a quick look at him, but he still looked amused, not upset, even though she remembered how hard he had been beneath her when he sent her flying. What a surprisingly erotic experience despite, or perhaps even because, of the need for silence. His hands had been so slow, so persistent as he kept her perched on the edge of the cliff for so long before finally sending her tumbling over with one long stroke. She shivered at the memory and saw his eyes heat, but even as she started to sway towards him, she remembered their surroundings again.
With a wry smile, she turned away and took her turn with the odd tasting water. When she turned back, she swayed, suddenly dizzy as the cave walls seemed to vibrate around her.
“Joan, is something wrong?” Varga’s arms closed around her, his voice anxious, and she smiled up at him.
“No, I’m fine. I’m just tired.”
He still looked worried, but he nodded. “I’m afraid this is going to be a hard journey.”
He wasn’t lying. Almost as soon as they started walking, she could feel her tired muscles aching. Despite the amount of work she had done for Ukhaan, it had not prepared her for this type of endurance trial. But the memory of her time with Ukhaan also helped to spur her on. Before she grew too tired to look around, she could tell that everyone else was also suffering. Even Saka had abandoned her complaints and just trudged along behind them.
It was too narrow to walk together, so she tucked her hand into the back of Varga’s pants and concentrated on following in his footsteps. Even George began to flag, whining unhappily at her feet. Over Varga’s objection, she tucked the small lizard inside her coverall. George chirped