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I drive out a harsh sigh. “Like you can’t imagine.”

She’s crying again. Her crying makes me cry, albeit more quietly and less snotty. We lie here and stare at each other, tears of both stress and relief erupting from both of us.

Without thinking, I lean in and press my lips to hers. They’re cold, but not too cold. Perfectly soft and supple.And despite having been in the murky pond, she tastes like toothpaste.

My emotions running amok, I deepen the kiss when she doesn’t resist. But not only doesn’t she resist, she snakes her arms up and around my neck. At the feel of her touch, there’s a hunger deep in my soul I can no longer deny. A restless throb of desire besieges me as I bury my fingers in the damp tangles of her hair.

It’s probably not a good idea to do what we’re doing, but at the moment, it seems nothing if not right. So I take it further and put my hands on only the second pair of breasts I’ve ever felt in my life. And despite the fact that a mere hour ago, she probably had a body temp in the eighties, she responds immediately, arching her chest into my hands, groaning in pleasure.

It’s those groans that have me wanting more. So I take more. I take whatever she wants to give.

Chapter Thirteen

Martina

His lips devour mine in an almost feral way. Like it’s been a while since he’s been kissed. Like maybe he’s gone as long as I have.

Kissing must have changed, I think as my body ignites with tingles, because I don’t remember it being like this. His lips are strong and demanding, yet soft and playful. They exude both confidence and gentleness.

His hands on my body make me entirely forget about the last few hours of my life and how I almost died. Because this right here, is the most alive I’ve felt in a very long time. My heart jumps wildly against my rib cage. Every last one of my nerve endings bristles as his hands explore my breasts and his fingers brush against my nipples. A shiver runs through my body, this time not because I’m cold.

When his lips stray from mine and travel across my neck, my head falls back against the mattress and I get lost in the feeling. Everywhere his mouth touches my skin is instantly on fire. I want his mouth on every inch of me. I groan when he lightly pinches a nipple, my hand gripping his large, toned bicep.

My hand travels up a broad shoulder. My fingertips skim across his chest, down his ribcage, and along his rippling abs. I’m soaked between my legs, having never touched such a fine sculpt of muscle.

His hand snakes down from my breast to my thigh. He caresses it tentatively, as if testing the waters. I almost shout at him that the water’s fine, perfect, in fact, and he should dive right in—headfirst.

I look at him and our gazes lock. His hand falls away and his chest caves with an exhale.No!

Panic grips me. I fear if I let this moment slip away, it may never return. I run my hand across his lower abs, tracing his muscles with a finger. When the tip of my finger grazes his erection, he sucks in a quick breath. His eyes close and he murmurs something I can’t understand.Is he cursing at himself?

“Dallas,” I whisper, as I let my fingers fully wrap around his penis.

He lets out an almost pained, guttural cry right before he flips me onto my back and hovers over me, staring down at me, eyes burning into me like flames from the fire. I’m not sure exactly what I’m seeing in them, though, and it’s confusing. I don’t think it’s want or passion behind them. It’s more like anger. He’s suddenly dark and dangerous, a war going on within him that I can’t possibly imagine or understand.

Is he thinking he’d be taking advantage of me—the helpless woman he just saved from certain demise?

“It’s okay,” I say. “I want this.”

Determined to show him how I’m anything but helpless, I reach for his erection again. He stops me, moving both of my hands up, trapping them on either side of my head. He stares down at me once more, putting all his weight on me as his breath falls heavy on my neck.

I fear there really is a war going on inside him, and that I may end up on the losing side.

I wiggle one of my hands free, put it on the back of his head and force his face toward mine. This is one girl who’s not going down without a fight. Even if this only happens once. Even if the snow stops and I’m rescued, never to see him again. Even if I’ll wake up and regret it tomorrow. In this moment, I want thismore than anything. And somehow, I get the feeling that, even if he doesn’t want it, he may need it.

Resisting at first, finally, he gives in and lets me pull his head until our lips meet. It’s an explosion of want and need. And maybe desperation. Our lips feast on each other, our tongues tangling in ways that have pulses shooting through me like a meteor shower.

When he reaches between us and runs a finger through my wetness, I moan so loud Bex comes over and puts his head on my arm. I brush him away. My hand lands on Dallas’s ass and I squeeze the soft, muscular globe.

A finger plunges inside me and I cry out. He adds another and I almost detonate as shocks of pleasure rob me of the air in my lungs.So long, I think. It’s been so long since a man’s hands have done this to me. Was it always like this? Hell, was iteverlike this? I know it wasn’t. This is different.Heis different.

My entire body shudders when he rolls off me and toys with my clit. He groans his appreciation at my response, and without warning, his tongue replaces his finger. Ten seconds later, I’m shouting his name as he brings me to climax faster than I’ve ever been able to get there.

Oh. My. God.

Before the tingles can subside, he’s hovering over me, erection poking my entrance, staring at me with that same pained, distraught look. Maybe this is just his sex face. “It’s okay. I want to,” I assure him.

He shakes his head but doesn’t move away. His cock is dancing against my sensitive clit, and I wonder if it’s possible to have another orgasm so quickly.

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