the squeal when his weight shifted back, leveraging her off the floor enough for him to remove her jeans, being extra careful with her ankle.
He tilted forward until her bare foot rested on the smooth, cold surface of the limestone floor. A warm flush moved through her as she wiggled her toes, remembering the first time they’d done this and the same exhilaration of total abandon. But her left foot still bore the encumbering weight of the hiking boot. “What about the other one? I want to be naked.”
Chance shook his head, smoothing his palms up her calves and around her thighs. “No way I’m going to take that one off. We might not have enough tape to get it back on properly.”
She wrinkled her nose at the clunky mass. “That doesn’t make me feel very sexy.”
“No?” His eyebrows shrugged playfully. “Just spread your legs a little.”
She obeyed. And when his tongue started a slow ascent on the inside of her thigh, she ceased to care how she looked.
She relinquished her body completely to his exploration. And explore he did.
His hands, his fingers, his lips, his teeth, his tongue, his breath…all became instruments of sublimely erotic torment that manipulated every erogenous zone she’d ever known.
And then he introduced her to a few more.
The black stubble around his mouth and chin blended with the shadows of the cave to heighten her sensation. She was being devoured by a ravenous sexual beast in a labyrinth of stone. But she needed no fantasy when reality was this perfect. Chance and Kyndal. The way they used to be, only better.
One last time.
The heady experience made her dizzy from too many quick breaths. “Chance…I’m…ah…ah, going to fall.” She ground the words out between gasps.
He swept her up and laid her on top of their discarded shirts.
“Take off your jeans.” Emotion blocked her voice to only a whisper as she held her arms out to him. “My turn now.”
* * *
“TAKE IT EASY ON ME,” he said, but the desire in her eyes told him his warning had fallen on deaf ears.
The simple act of pulling off his jeans and stretching out beside her took on a surreal quality as he gathered her to him, feeling her heat—reminding himself that the woman in his arms was Kyndal Rawlings. After all those years, here she was in the flesh.
The hands stroking him were Kyndal’s.
The tongue flicking along the inside of his rib cage, moving down his stomach, causing him to lose his breath was Kyndal’s. Her hot mouth was a brazier branding him, searing her name on his heart. It would take no effort to let go and allow her flames to consume him.
No, not yet. He couldn’t promise her the things she probably wanted, but he’d promised her all night. He grasped her head and pulled her mouth up to his.
Kyndal responded to and reciprocated his every touch with an intensity he’d never experienced before, yet still his heart hung heavy in his chest.
His tongue, his lips, his fingers—he used them all to bring her to climax after climax, until her body was a writhing mass of unbridled ecstasy. And time after time, she took him to the brink with her mouth and hands, and the gnawing need to be inside her struggled with his rational side. They didn’t have a condom.
He held back, not wanting this to end. But when he deepened his kiss, Kyndal’s sensuous moan nearly drove him over the edge. Her hand clutched him, drew him close enough to enter. One thrust and he’d be in and there would be no turning back.
He tore his mouth from hers and shook his head. “No, baby. We don’t have protection.”
The beam from the flashlight had dimmed to a flicker. Her hard breathing came warm and moist against his chest. “I’m not worried if you’re not. I’m on the Pill.”
He swore inwardly at the revelation. She was a woman prepared for opportunities that might arise. Of course she would be on the Pill. The words pierced his heart even as they stirred his passion. No condom. Nothing between them. Just the two of them making love the way he’d fantasized for so long.
One last time.
He grabbed the flashlight and pumped it to full beam.
“What are you doing?” Her words came out in a breathless rush as her teeth grazed his neck.
“I want—” he ran his hand down the back of her thigh, lifting her leg and positioning it atop his “—to see your eyes—” he