Left for Wild - Harloe Rae Page 0,67
looks like she plans to add more, but her lips press shut.
“You just went through a very traumatic experience.” I force that reminder through a haze of strangling hunger.
She plays with the ends of my shaggy hair, adding a tug for heightened awareness that spikes me into overdrive. “That was at least an hour ago. I’m all better now, remember?”
“You’re still fragile and at risk of getting sick.”
Blakely gives me a stern glare. “No, I’m in great shape. Far better than I would be with anyone else. That’s because of you and your determination to keep us alive. Nothing you do is bad, Halder. Sleeping with you will make me very warm and relaxed. Isn’t that what you want?”
Oh, she’s good. Prodding at my weakness and obsessive need to protect her. “I want you to be safe and protected by any means necessary. That includes all filthy intentions, mine are tossed in the same gutter. You’re already dipping into reserve tanks. I don’t want to add more stress to your system.”
She grinds into me, taking a sledgehammer to what little remains of my resolve. “What if crossing those lines with you will make me very happy?”
I clutch her rotating hips with sloppy hands. “Damn, sweetheart. You’re breaking my willpower.”
Blakely ghosts an exhale along the line of my jaw. “Yet you’re still resisting. Should I beg?”
The idea of her pleading for anything is inconceivable, especially from me. I secure my hold on her, dragging us impossibly closer. “That won’t be necessary.”
Survival tip #22: There’s no need for second guessing if the outcome offers a reward.
After unlocking those remaining shackles of doubt, I lean in and erase an inch of lingering distance. My exhale clouds the heat between us. Blakely tips her chin, bringing us within mere centimeters. The tease of what waits on the other side urges me on with a shove. She digs her nails into my arm as leverage to align us into a seamless entity. I still stave off the dire thirst climbing up my throat. Hanging by this invisible thread is all for hype as my pulse stabs a ferocious beat. Is that boom loud enough for her to hear?
Blakely sucks in a sharp breath, anticipation clinging in the air like a warm cloak. Why wait another second when the brawl already has a victor? I slant my mouth over hers with a growl that’s more beast than human. This is what she does to me. She parts her lips under mine, giving our cravings permission to run wild. Our barricades crumble, the final pieces falling away without the support of further excuses. The freedom thrums through my veins with a static shock, and I groan against her. She returns my enthusiasm with fierce exuberance, dissolving any semblance of concern about the state of her strength.
I draw the flesh of her plump lip between my teeth with a rumble. A burst of her honey sugar flavor coats my tongue. I could swallow nothing other than that sinfully sweet taste and die a satisfied man. The thrill of no limits overpowers my senses, and I’m glad to be done with questioning every move. There will be no hesitation or refusal as we plow forward. Blakely’s fingers spear into my hair, bending me to the angle she wishes. We exchange a guttural moan that ricochets off the rock walls. A plundering urge to explore each freckle, valley, and hollow consumes me. All that she is belongs to me, and soon I’ll have intimate knowledge as proof.
Blakely softens her grasp on me, easing off until a sliver of space wedges our mouths apart. “Distract me, please. Help me forget we’re trapped in the wilderness. Just for a little while, Halder.”
I brush some dark strands off her forehead. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I can’t believe this is really happening.”
“I’m right here, babe.” She skips her nails down the cut of my abs. Her fingers toy with the waistband of my boxers, snapping the elastic with a giggle. “Ditch the threads so I can see what you’re packing.”
A gulp clogs my windpipe at the idea of shedding that flimsy barrier. It’s been too long. This will be over before I have a chance to enter her warmth. I blank out on a feasible excuse because what man wouldn’t want her groping him?
“You first.” I mumble the lame attempt at deflection through gritting teeth.
She cups me through the thin material. “I want to touch you.”
A blast of molten fire strikes me when she