Fugitive Heart - By Bonnie Dee Page 0,45
don’t think I can sleep,” she whispered in the pine-scented dark from the little nest of blankets they made.
“Be back soon.” Nick walked out of the moonlit patch. She stared into the dark where he’d disappeared. A few minutes later, he came back to lie down next to her. He seemed too out of breath to have just gone for a pee.
“Where’d you go?”
“I hid some of Bert’s stuff in the woods. The flash drive.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his warmth. She squirmed a bit and sighed.
“Now I really can’t sleep.”
He gave a breathless little laugh and nuzzled her hair. “Close your eyes for five minutes. Just let your body relax. You need to relax.” He sounded as soothing as a yoga teacher.
“Not going to happen.” She wiggled closer to his warmth. “I can’t help thinking that there’s a chance we could die tomorrow.”
“No. Don’t think like that.” He kissed her neck.
“Fine. I’ll just turn that off. Trying, trying… And nope, not happening. I’m still thinking. We might die.”
She pushed her back against his front and discovered he hadn’t relaxed either.
He gave a small groan. “We should rest.”
“Nick, we might only have tonight. We don’t know what’s going to happen.”
“We’ll be fine.” He drew her earlobe into his mouth and gave it a nip.
“Ow.” It didn’t hurt, but the sensation raced to her belly.
“I’ll keep you safe.” His hand slid up under her shirt, and his rough fingers found her breast. “You are so soft,” he breathed against her neck. His thumb circled and circled. “Except now your nipple is so hard. Mm.”
She rolled onto her back. “I need you,” she whispered. “I don’t want to think about anything but you.”
“Yes, all right, Ames.” His voice shook. His mouth came down on hers, hungry, demanding, and she understood he’d been holding back. Such a waste to hold back when they might have so little time.
They kissed and kissed. He lay over her but not on her—his weight rested on his elbows. She pulled him down to cover her.
“Not too much weight? Are there sticks under you? Or rocks?”
She didn’t want consideration. She wanted him eager and unmindful of anything but pleasure. “Screw the sticks and rocks,” she growled.
He laughed against her neck. “Nope, thanks.”
“Screw me. Come on, Nick.”
He stopped laughing, and she got her wish. He touched her everywhere. His hands reached her pants, and he delved into them, cupping her mound, rubbing her clit.
She wanted his exploring fingers inside her, so she took off the sweatpants. The cool night air washed over her bare skin.
He groaned and slid down, his clothes rasping her skin. He wrapped his arms around her legs as his shockingly hot mouth touched her pussy. She bucked and thrashed, unable to hold still beneath his insistent lapping. He growled and tightened his arms.
The hunger for him grew so quickly she couldn’t breathe or think. Her body tightened, all the sensation focused on him. He thrust his fingers deep into her body, filling her and…her body twisted tighter around him. And then the explosion of pleasure rocketed through her.
She called his name and seized his soft hair. He still stroked her sex with his tongue but she needed more now.
He released her and pulled himself up to cover her. Yes, perfect. She raised her hips, urging him to fill her. Hunger gnawed at her. More Nick as soon as possible. Nothing but Nick in her, on her.
He twisted and moved, his hands busy at his jeans. He pulled away, and she whimpered and wrapped her ankles around his jeans-clad butt, desperate to pull him back to her.
“Ames,” he pleaded, and she stretched her legs wide. She ran her hands up his belly underneath his shirt, and he hissed in a breath as he stripped off his jeans and knelt over her.
She noticed he held a square packet up to examine it in the moonlight. “You must have planned for this, because you have a condom.” Something else occurred to her. “You’re acting like you’re sure we’re going to live.”
“Yes, we are.” His teeth flashed in the dim light, a reassuring grin that made that bad part of her tension relax. Meanwhile, the good part just kept mounting.
His voice broke off when she leaned forward and kissed the blunt end of his cock, determined to get a good taste before he covered himself. The thick hardness filled her mouth, her senses, her mind with Nick—only Nick. How was it possible that