Wild Men of Alaska Collection - By Helmer, Tiffinie Page 0,41

quarter, and held her down with his hands on her hips keeping her from moving. His taking was deliberate...and perfect. He filled her as no man ever had or, she doubted, ever would again. If he hadn’t made her come twice already, prepared her body to receive him, she didn’t think it would have happened.

He groaned and closed his eyes. “You feel so fucking good.”

His words thrilled her. They were naughty and dark and promised things she couldn’t wait to partake of. Then he was seated so deep inside her she couldn’t breathe. He waited, giving her time to adjust to his size.

It was perfect, so deliciously perfect. She’d never felt so in tune with another man, so much a part of him and him with her. Just as slowly as he’d entered her, he pulled out and entered her again. Each thrust gathered force and speed until he began to hammer into her. The tension rose, became too much. She twisted on the bed, her legs locking around his waist.

He wouldn’t have it and pulled her legs from around him and stretch them farther apart as he bucked into her. A hoarse cry tore from him, and he bared his clenched teeth. Veins roped in his neck as his shoulder muscles bunched.

Heat climbed in her again, this time becoming a viral thing that consumed and demanded her ultimate surrender. She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her.

His body arched and shuddered. He gripped her hips and pulled her even tighter against him as he pulsed deeper within her.

Spent, he slowly collapsed on top of her, and she gave into the darkness.

CHAPTER TWELVE

What had she done?

Eva lay on the bed, not knowing how long she’d drifted. Had she blacked out? Lynx lay next to her, one leg draped over hers, his arm wrapped around her middle as though not willing to let her go.

That had been intense. It had been more than just sex. They’d mated. And with mating all sorts of implications were attached.

She wasn’t ready to love again. Especially since she didn’t really know the man resting silently next to her. Was he sleeping? Most men snored after sex, dropping right off.

Lynx was as quiet as a cat. Too quiet to be sleeping. He laid in wait. For what she didn’t have a clue. This was all new territory to her. And she didn’t like it. She felt unbalanced, as though at any moment the floor would open up and swallow her. She needed to gain back control, but how did she do that when he’d showed her how easily he could strip that control from her?

“You’re thinking too much,” Lynx’s voice rumbled next to her.

She turned toward him and found it disconcerting to see him watching her with those dark eyes of his. They’d returned to a more sated espresso color instead of the glowing amber of earlier when he’d taken her.

“I can’t seem to stop,” she answered.

He reached out and fingered the glass pendant still around her neck nestled between her breasts. “Did I hurt you?” His wary eyes flickered back to hers.

A fiery blush heated her face. She was sore, and knew she’d feel what they’d done for a while. But hurt? No, if anything, she tingled everywhere. She shook her head.

“Are you sure?”

This time she nodded.

“I don’t usually get so carried away. There is just something about you.”

There was something about him too. But there were too many unanswered questions between them. First and foremost, how had Lynx talked BW into leaving? She couldn’t believe she now thought of the rogue moose as BW. Maybe this midnight sun was frying her brain cells.

Had Lynx used sex as a reason not to answer her earlier questions? Or had their coming together meant as much to him as it had to her? Either way, she needed to know.

Now.

What was she thinking?

Not now.

That was the quickest way she knew to scare off a man. Did she want to scare off Lynx? Her body still hummed with the tune he’d made it play. While she really wanted to feel like that again, she wasn’t ready for what shown in his eyes. What she needed was a moment to herself and time to think.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she said.

“Would you like some company?” Lynx asked.

“No. I...uh...need a few minutes.”

He nodded. “Just don’t think too hard while you’re in there. There’s something special here, Eva.”

She climbed off the bed and grabbed a blanket to wrap up in. It