Wild Men of Alaska Collection - By Helmer, Tiffinie Page 0,19
more. So much more he wanted to explore.
“How’s the arm?” she asked, her teeth closing over the vein in his neck.
“What arm?”
She gave a husky laugh that had him twitching again, reaching for her. She slid over him, parted her thighs, and hovered. Her eyes met his and stayed focused on him in the bluish light of the storm as she slowly, ever so slowly, took him inside the glorious heat of her delectable body.
He gave a long drawn out groan as she took him as deeply as her body would allow. Her eyes shuddered closed as she rose above him and leisurely began to ride him.
He watched in awe at the magnificence of her. Her long black hair trailed down her back, falling forward over her shoulders, over her breasts, to graze his stomach. Such glorious globes of perfection bounced as her hips picked up speed. His hand clutched her hip, and how he wished he could grab both, somehow take control of her movements, but she was in control.
She took him, rode him, devastated him. Her hips gyrated faster, her breathing choppy, as long drawn out cry filled the plane in perfect harmony with the roar of the wind. She was one with Mother Nature. Bringing the forcefulness and beauty of the storm raging outside, inside to consume him. He was all hers to do with as she wanted. He shouted as he gave himself over to her, embraced the rightness of belonging to her, becoming one with her. Her scream of completeness followed, and then she folded in on him, collapsing over him like liquid heat. His broken arm was bumped.
He felt no pain as pleasure wrapped him up in her blissful blanket.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Wren lay in the afterglow, more content than she could remember. This was right. Skip was her past and her future. Even the storm outside seemed to have calmed as though in agreement. She’d only been living half a life without him. This feeling coursing through her body was higher than any drug had given her.
“You okay?” Skip asked.
She laughed. “I should be asking you that.”
“Baby, I’m feeling no pain. You were freaking amazing.”
She smiled. She’d felt damn invincible.
Now she had to decide if she could trust herself enough to admit her love for Skip. She had disappointed so many people in her life. Especially him. She didn’t want to anymore.
“You won’t,” Skip said, brushing back her hair.
Geez. Whatever this thinking out loud thing was, it was damn annoying.
“Wren. I want a life with you. Have a family.”
“A family?” Kids? Her? That meant she’d be a mother. A child totally dependent on her for everything. No, she couldn’t do that.
His hand settled on her stomach. “We might have already created a little Ozhuwan.”
They hadn’t used protection.
“Are you on anything?” he asked.
“No drugs,” she choked out.
“I meant birth control.”
“Oh. No.” She swallowed, but it didn’t remove the lump that had formed in her throat. “Skip. I’m not mother material. Besides, I shot you. How can I be the mother of your children?”
“If I can forgive you for shooting me, you can forgive yourself for shooting me.”
“It isn’t that simple.”
“It doesn’t need to be that difficult. I’ve always loved you, Wren. Even at your worst, I’ve loved you.”
“For how long? I’ll always be an addict, and you are a trooper. Do you know the statistics for relapse? I have a seventy percent chance of using again.”
“And a thirty percent chance of not, which gets smaller and smaller every year you stay sober.”
“I move back to Egegik, and it will be a hundred percent. There’s a reason I haven’t been home.”
“He can’t hurt you anymore. You’re stronger, he’s weaker. I won’t let him near you.”
“You can’t protect me 24/7.”
“We don’t have to live in Egegik.”
She scoffed. “Right, your entire family is there. Generations of Ozuwans have lived in Egegik.”
“A lot have left too.” He reached for her hand. “It isn’t the same without you. Nothing is. I’ve waited a long time, Wren. If I need to wait longer, I will.”
Tears choked her throat, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck. “I’m not good enough for you.”
“Nobody’s good enough for me. I’m quite the catch. Besides, I want someone who will challenge me, and nobody challenges me like you do.”
“But—”
“No buts. Work with me. Tell me what you are really afraid of. Or have you been lying to me about the