Bring It On - Kira Sinclair Page 0,28

her thighs were wet with desire, waiting, weeping, for him to finish this.

After all her blustering bravado, it didn’t take long for her to beg. “Touch me. Please.”

He did, this time leaving her hands free to return the favor. She reached for his clothes, tearing frantically until they finally fell away. Her hands shook as they skimmed down the warm expanse of his chest.

He was so solid beneath her touch, drawn tight with the same tension that whipped through her own body. The muscles beneath her fingers quivered. The further they dipped towards his sex the harder they leapt.

Her fingers feathered down the length of his erection and his entire body jerked. A low animal rumble ripped through his chest. She’d meant to play, to torture him the way he was making her mindless, but that intention disappeared the moment he sucked the tip of her aching breast deep into his mouth.

Her breath backed into her throat and the world around her blurred. Her fist closed tight around him, a reflexive reaction to find an anchor in the storm. He was hot and heavy in her hand.

Her palm slipped up and down his smooth weight. He felt wonderful and she could imagine the exquisite pleasure of him filling her deep inside. Her own hips pumped in unison with her motions, mimicking what she wanted.

Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his waist. Her heels pressed into his flanks, her hand guiding him to the center of her need.

“Wait,” he said, the single word garbled almost beyond recognition. She whimpered in protest as he fought against her hold on him. Until she realized he was reaching into the magic backpack, removing a shiny foil packet.

“Condom,” he uttered, tearing into the packet and rolling the latex over his sex. She watched as the long, throbbing vein that ran the length of him disappeared beneath the opaque surface.

Grasping her hips, Colt pulled her back beneath him. The weight of his body pressed her into the blanket, grounding her in a way she’d never realized she wanted. Her body felt hot and light, ready to break apart into pieces and disappear. Colt was the only thing that gave her substance. Surrounded by wild jungle, he was the only thing that felt real.

Reaching down to spread her folds, his fingers slipped and slid, hitting her clit and making her arch against him. Cool air brushed across her exposed skin and her muscles contracted in anticipation.

Colt slid inside, slowly, deliberately, the heft of his sex stretching her. Filling her up. She gasped. Lifting her knees, she widened her thighs, taking all of him that she could.

Their eyes locked. Something deep in her chest tightened, something scary. But it was too late to go back now.

“Don’t think we won’t be talking about why you just happen to have condoms in that backpack,” she whispered, trying to distract herself.

A broken chuckle erupted from his body. She could feel it everywhere, the vibrations echoing through where they joined. “Later.” His mouth grabbed hers and he said again against her lips, “Much later.”

The frenzy, held at bay for far too long, finally broke free. Their bodies slapped together, over and over, each trying to pull and push one last ounce of desire from their joining. Lena sunk her teeth into Colt’s shoulder. The salty tang of his skin exploded across her tongue. His fingers dug into her hips, lifting her higher as he pounded in and out of her.

Lena’s body bowed. Every muscle froze and then exploded into a quivering mass of delirium. Pleasure tore at her, breaking her into pieces and leaving behind a shell of what she’d been before.

Colt joined her, yelling so loudly that a bird in the branches above them startled. Flying away, it rained indignant squawks down on them. Lena barely heard them, focused as she was so totally on the rolling aftershocks that rocked through her body.

Deep inside, she could feel the speeding pulse where she and Colt joined. Collapsing beside her, Colt gathered her in his arms. She was coherent enough to realize they were shaking, his entire body quivering with long-denied release.

She had no idea how long they lay there. She should probably be feeling something. Panic maybe. Or remorse. Perhaps guilt. But she felt none of those things. She felt…right. As if there was nowhere else in the world she’d rather be than right here, tucked against Colt, satisfaction still rushing through her muscles.

Exhaustion stole across her. There would be plenty