Wild Men of Alaska Collection - By Helmer, Tiffinie Page 0,90

abdomen, making it bob in a playful hello that was anything but reassuring. She’d felt that thickness and length pressing against her. But feeling and seeing apparently were two vastly different things.

“Looking at me like that makes me glad for every damn mountain I struggled to climb.”

She licked her lips. She couldn’t wait to climb him.

A surprised guttural sound escaped him, and he took a large step back, putting distance between them. “Keep thinking like that and I won’t be able to behave.”

When had he ever behaved?

He’d snuck into her dreams, seduced her in her sleep. Bewitched her every thought. “I’m not asking you to behave.” Quite the opposite, in fact.

“I want this to be special for you, Gemma. Not just a tumble like I’ve had with so many other women. I want to love you.”

“Love me then.” The words came out like a dare. “Love me until I know nothing but you. And you know nothing but me,” she couldn’t help adding. She reached for the hem of her top and whipped it off, her breasts bouncing with the action. Her bottoms went next, leaving her as naked as Eve to his Adam. In this paradise, it was easy to imagine the world barely born and just the two of them existing to love one another.

“Oh, Gemma.” A low moan escaped from deep within his throat. His hand clenched around hers, and the space he’d put between them disappeared like it had never been. A low growl preceded his fingers fisting in her hair, and his mouth devouring hers. She’d broken the thread he’d been holding onto, had felt it snap in the air with her last words. With the one hand gripping her hair, holding her mouth prisoner to his plundering, his other hand seized her hip, yanking her flush against him.

His erection searched for entry between her thighs as though it had a mind of its own. That she had no doubt, as the bulbous head found her wet and slick. He lifted her leg around his hip and entered her with one hard thrust, arching her body backward.

Breath whooshed out of her, and she couldn’t get it back.

In this position, she was completely at his mercy. Not any man could hold her body this way, and do what he was doing to her, without the strength of steel infused within his very fiber.

Gasping, she tore her mouth free of his, her neck arcing into the bow her body had become. From chest bone to hip bone, they were one as he bent his powerful body over her, in a way forcing her to take everything he had to give. He held himself impossibly deep within her, breathing hard, keeping their bodies flush and tight, his mouth hovering over her collarbone.

Lightly he scraped her skin with his teeth. “Gemma,” he groaned. “I’ve never felt so...so complete as I feel buried within the depths of your beautiful body.”

She melted further at his words. A rush of molten liquid infused her body where they were joined, and her inner muscles contracted in a series of hot spasms.

She stretched her arms around his neck and held on as he slowly, painstakingly retreated from the heat of her body, and then thrust in to her again. She’d never been held like this before. Never been made love to like this and didn’t know how long she’d last without crumbling at his feet. Muscles strained as sensations snapped and sparked with electrical current.

“Tighten your hold on to me,” he ordered, lifting her other leg to hook his hip, his arms wrapping like steel bands around her. In one graceful, measured move, he lowered them to the lush, carpeted ground without retreating from the zenith of her body.

How did a man move like this?

“Yoga,” he answered. His mouth stole her breath as his teeth captured her nipple. With a flick of his tongue against the turgid peak, he tugged and released it, only to suck the nub roughly into his mouth as his hips slammed hard into her.

Her arms hooked around his upper torso as she attempted to anchor herself. If anything she found herself holding on more in this position than the last one as he mindlessly pounded into her.

“Oh, God,” she began to chant. She tried to slow the reaction of her body, wanting it to last longer, but sensations danced over her like vibrant waves of the Northern Lights. “Oh, my God.” Electrical currents charged her with each plunge and