Page 43 of Boxed In

“Please,” she begged.

He raised his head, looking down at her in the warm light, his gaze burning into her.

Then he rose above her, his erection sliding against her throbbing body, raising her to another level of need.

She cried out when he entered her, stretching her and filling her.

His gaze was still on her, watching her face as he rolled her to her side so that he could caress her with his hand while he moved in and out of her.

She heard his breathing turn harsh. Her own breath sawed in and out of her lungs as she clung to his shoulders, her hips moving in concert with his.

She sensed his need and also the discipline that came from deep within him.

She had never felt more connected to anyone—physically and emotionally.

And as her pleasure built, she knew he was holding back, waiting for her to reach the highest peak and tumble over before he allowed himself to follow her.

When his fingers stroked against her clit, she came undone, orgasm exploding through her. He followed her into the white heat of pleasure, his shout of satisfaction echoing against the walls of the cave.

She collapsed against the primitive bed, struggling to catch her breath, stunned by the strength of her reaction to this man.

He stroked the damp hair back from her face, then cradled her sweat-slick body in his embrace.

What was he feeling now? She wanted to ask him where the two of them stood after that frantic coupling, yet she couldn’t dredge up the words. She didn’t want to hear that, for him, it had just been a meaningless joining, when it had been so much more for her.

And what would it prove if she asked and he answered? She knew from experience that men didn’t necessarily tell women the truth. More than that, what could she expect from someone whose name she couldn’t even be sure of.

Whom had she slept with? Luke and the warrior?

She shivered.

“What?”

Unable to ask any of the questions that churned in her mind, she whispered. “I’m cold.”

“Of course. I’m sorry.” He stroked a finger along her sweat-slick arm, then moved so that he could pull one of the pelts from underneath them and spread it over their naked bodies, fur side down, so that it was like a soft comforter against her skin.

In the warmth under the covering, she snuggled against him. His hand stroked over her forehead, making her drowsy, and she closed her eyes.

oOo

The gentle stroking of his fingers had helped Olivia sleep. As she nestled trustingly in his arms, he had a moment to catch his breath for the first time since the wild ride had begun.

The sex had been mind-blowing.

Is it always like that for you? Luke asked the man who had come blasting into his body.

No.

Luke considered the answer, then dug below the surface of the warrior’s mind. I guess it would be good after a three-hundred-year dry spell.

He felt the warrior’s throat—his own throat—tighten.

That is none of your business.

Um, you’ve made it my business.

It was weird to be having a silent argument with himself and feel his blood pressure climb.

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