Wild Men of Alaska Collection - By Helmer, Tiffinie Page 0,39

and her besides his jeans and the laughable barrier of her panties. He could feel her heat pressing into him as she ground herself against his erection.

“Bed,” he growled.

“Second door on the left.” She tightened her arms around him and held on, her lips nibbling down his neck.

He tumbled her onto the bed, her skirt riding up, showing a flash of more lavender lace.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Eva caught her breath at the predatory look in Lynx’s eyes.

He’d gone from perplexed, to worry, to decision. And his decision had gooseflesh rising up all over her body.

He stood at the end of the bed and never broke eye contact. Sprawled on the blankets, she didn’t breathe as he untied his boots and toed them off. She wanted to smooth the skirt down her legs from where it was bunched on her upper thighs, but was almost afraid to move, worried that if she did, he’d pounce.

She thought she’d been ready to be taken, but by the sweet, thoughtful man who had brought her chocolate, and picked her wildflowers.

This man was someone different.

Wild, hot, unpredictable, looking a lot like the feral arctic cat he was named after. He was so far out of her realm of experience, for the first time in her life she didn’t know what to do.

Her eyes widened as he jerked his t-shirt off, and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, taking his plaid boxers off with his pants, leaving him completely naked at the end of her bed.

Oh, she was in trouble.

He was glorious...and huge.

His penis pulsed forward, thick and long, and fear strangled her excitement. There was no freaking way. He’d render her in two.

She scrambled up the bed, but he grabbed her ankles and yanked her back down, holding her spread out before him. He growled, and she let out a startled squeak, feeling like a mouse caught in the clutches of a cat. A thrill she didn’t want to put a name to strangled her vocal cords and had her breathing in short, choppy bursts of air.

He stripped off her skirt in one yank, leaving her wearing only the thong, and strappy heels. His eyes blazed amber at the thin, lacy, thong she wore. A raw, inhuman sound traveled up his chest and vibrated out his throat. He crawled up her body, all six feet and three inches of him. Toffee smooth skin, swathed over rock-hard muscle, caged her on the bed. His considerable weight pinned her to the mattress. Her hands came up to push against his immovable chest, to no avail. She might as well be pushing against a concrete dam.

He settled in the apex of her thighs, his hands grabbed her legs spreading them farther apart for the breadth of his hips.

She braced herself for what was to come. The little piece of lace that covered her wouldn’t bar his penetration. His fingers tore the lace in two at her hips. The friction of lace grazed her clitoris in a long delicious abrasion as he slowly pulled it free of her body. Her legs clenched around him, her hands falling away from pushing against his chest and grabbed at his hips, as her lower body tried to seek more.

She was totally naked except for her shoes and jewelry, and she’d never felt more vulnerable...or more alive. More in tuned to Lynx’s every move, every touch as he knocked her off balance with every second that ticked by.

Sex with Davis had taken place in the dark, under the covers, probably so he could fantasize that she was someone else.

It was daylight, she had no idea what time it was, but the sun was full and bright, and Lynx was big and bold, taking charge of her, reminding her with every heated look and touch that she was a woman, physically weaker and softer than him. There was a dangerous element to being anchored under him that she shouldn’t admit thrilled her, just a little.

Scared her, too. More than a little.

“Do I need a condom?” he asked, as though forming words pained him.

“Uh...yes.” She nervously licked her lips. His eyes watched her tongue, and then he claimed her mouth, making her forget about protection and everything else.

It was a brand more than a kiss. He plundered the depths of her mouth, his tongue dueled and conquered hers as though he were giving her some insight of what to expect. He tore his lips free of hers and met her eyes for a long moment as though