Wild Men of Alaska Collection - By Helmer, Tiffinie Page 0,91

retreat. His mouth continued to lick, suck, and nip at her breasts, his hands yanking her closer, spreading her, angling her hips upward, opening her to the sweet assault of his body as he imprinted on hers with voltage too high to contain.

“Ohmygod,” she screamed to the Heavens.

His answering shout of satisfaction joined in with the cadence of her cries, clutching her tight within his iron grasp as he emptied his essence inside her.

She imploded into the fabric of the Universe.

Lucky’s body settled softly over hers, his weight delicious.

“Oh, God that was amazing,” she gasped.

“You gotta quit throwing that word around. Someone will hear.”

No way did she have the strength to move even if a crowd of thousands had gathered. “Who will hear?”

“God,” he leaned in and whispered, nibbling on her ear.

She giggled then sobered, her wide eyes meeting his. “You’re not kidding.”

“Kinda. Sorta. Yeah, not really. I haven’t seen the Big Guy as I’m stuck in Limbo. But hard not to believe He exists with all this.” He lifted his head, looking around them at their glorious surroundings, then back to her. His eyes heated with emotion as he gazed into hers. “And with what just happened between us.”

“Do you, uh, think what just happened was okay?” She shrugged. “You know, with Him?” And you, she silently added.

“As far as I’m concerned, He made all this possible. You are meant to be here. Now. Like this. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.” He caressed her face with the back of his fingers. “As for me, there is nothing in my life, or death, that compares to what I just experienced with you. I love you, Gemma, more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone.”

Tears tickled the back of her throat, making it impossible to speak. Something in the way she looked at him must have satisfied him, for he smiled, and softly kissed her lips. Taking time to treasure rather than plunder.

They held each other like that for a long time, leisurely caressing, softly kissing, as they seemed to float in a moment of weightlessness.

“This place is so beautiful,” Gemma murmured, gazing up at the puffy clouds so white they gleamed like pearls.

“Nothing is as beautiful as you are.”

She angled her head to look at him, her mind needing to see his reaction, though her heart feared for his answer. “How could you ever leave such a place?”

He smoothed her hair to fan on the grass, before his eyes could meet hers. “It’s a spirit prison, Gemma. Doesn’t matter how pretty it’s dressed up, it’s still a prison.”

“So if you choose to stay with me, you can leave this place?”

“Yes.”

But what kind of hell would that be? In her life but not. A spirit to wander and never die.

“Let’s not talk about that.” He gave her a hard, quick kiss. “I don’t want to waste one moment of being with you like this.” His lips trailed down her neck.

“Could I stay here with you?”

He froze, and then his head came up, his eyes piercing hers. “No. Don’t even entertain the thought. This isn’t living. It’s existing. No hunger, yet you can eat if you want to. Everything you think you want is provided, but it isn’t real.” He released her and fell back on the grass, linking his arms behind his head gazing up at the sky. “At first, I loved it here. I climbed all those mountains, explored endless valleys and hills. Experienced beauty in landscapes like I’d never seen before. But there was always something off. There is no challenge. No change.”

“How long will I be able to stay here with you?”

He turned, and his sad eyes meet hers. “You’re already leaving me, babe.” His finger traced the side of her face, her bottom lip, trailing over the curve of her chin. “I suspect you look to me now, how I look to you. There is translucence about you, and you’re fading, fast.”

She felt it now, a heaviness pulling her as though she was anchored somewhere and the slack was being pulled out of the line. It must be the effects of the sleeping pill, or whatever her mother had given her, wearing off.

“I don’t want to leave you.” Not after finally being with him. Loving him.

He kissed her, held her locked within his arms, yet she could feel herself slipping away. His mouth became more demanding, as he gripped her tighter. There was a moan of despair as she was taken from him, ripped