Left for Wild - Harloe Rae Page 0,38
promise me something?”
“Anything.” There’s no hesitation in his response.
“We’ll make it home before the true winter strikes. It’s going to get a lot colder than what October has to offer.” Because even though he hasn’t said it, I know we won’t survive that.
He nods without waiting a beat. “That’s my goal, remember? We won’t be trapped in the wilderness much longer. There are people searching for us right now. This is a minor blip you’re going to laugh about one day. Maybe I’ll be nearby to share the memory with you. So, don’t worry. I’ll return us to civilization, even if it kills me.”
“Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. I kinda like having you around.” I stare at his luscious lips, already missing that pillowy pout against mine. “Especially if you keep kissing me.”
He leans into me, ghosting his mouth over mine. “Then I’m the luckiest bastard in this entire forest.”
“Prove it.”
Survival tip #14: Keep in mind that lurking shadows are the company of more than nightfall.
When Blakely tosses down the gauntlet with her taunting dare, there’s nothing I can do but accept. I inhale her seduction without erasing the millimeter keeping us apart. She flutters her lashes, a beckoning I’m dying to answer. This slight delay will bring our gratification to a higher peak.
I can still taste her sinful sweetness. Hell, my body will never forget the feel of her curves plastered against me. It’s been over five years since I’ve done so much as touch a woman. With Blakely, I want it all. But I won’t push faster than she’s comfortable with. Being pressed against her, kissing that succulent mouth, is already more than I’ve allowed myself to fantasize about.
She squirms against me, fraying my resolve to shreds. The temptation she offers is lethal. Another shot will only heighten my addiction. Based on her earlier plunge, she’s willing to take what she wants without warning. That unabashed lust turns me on hotter than a roaring bonfire. The steel rod in my jeans hasn’t relieved pressure since she leaped at me.
I drift my parting lips over hers without making true contact. “Are you sure about this?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Blakely’s fingers dig into my jacket, attempting to seal the distance.
“Remember what I said about teasing?”
“Uh-huh.” She whimpers when I trail the tip of my nose across her rosy cheek.
“And?”
“I’m ready for this little test to be over.”
With a husky chuckle, I put an end to our misery. Joining with her in such an intimate gesture pours gasoline on the already raging fire in my gut. That resulting burst of heat is more powerful than before, and I nearly stagger. We exchange control in this sensual dance. I allow Blakely to believe that there’s a choice for me—that I’m holding off for her benefit. In all honesty, I’m powerless against her. More so than I ever felt locked in a cell. But that doesn’t mean I have to expose my weakness for her. Not yet, at least.
Her tongue duels with mine, but I have the element of surprise in my pocket. With a single step, I have her backed against an exposed trunk. She gasps into my mouth when I push further. Her body bends into mine, and an explosion of white blasts across my vision.
Blakely clings to me with the same quaking desperation that’s in my grip on her. Those strands are pulling taut, tying us in a fiery embrace to elevate our desire. We’re responsible for saving one another. If I didn’t have her, the uncertainty would drive me mad. It’s too much for me to assume she feels the same, regardless of her earlier assurance and declaration.
I’m strung too tight. My entire form is taut and rigid. A subtle shift from her against me will snap this coil. Blakely snakes her arms around my shoulders and releases a moan that vibrates inside of me. The shockwaves through my veins are too powerful. I surrender to the demands, giving permission in the name of this moment.
The burning inside of me is volcanic. Another nibble along my lip or tease from slender fingers down my abs will steal every morsel of restraint. But the pleasure rippling under my skin isn’t a gift I can resist. My judgment is lost in a murky abyss. With a forward thrust, I slam our hips together. Padding from our winter gear dulls the impact, but that motion elevates my original purpose.
A sliver of clarity streaks into the fog. I rip my mouth