Page 82 of Threat of Danger
She reached for the sweater’s hem, leaned her weight toward him and away from the tree for a moment, and ripped the damn thing over her head. Then her back was against the tree again, the sweater stuck behind her back, her hands braced on his shoulders.
He was already focused on the next obstacle.What obstacle?He ripped the top buttons of her shirt off with his teeth until he could finally bury his face in the valley of her breasts.
He stopped on a scar, pulled back an inch or two and saw another, then another and another. He looked up into her eyes. “How did you get hurt?”
“In every way humanly possible. Stuntwomen tend to have more injuries than the men.”
“I’m guessing it’s not because they’re clumsier?” Because there was nothing clumsy about her. She exuded competence, which he found sexy as hell.
“I’ve done most of my stunts in miniskirts and sports bras.” Her breath was gratifyingly uneven. “Directors don’t like covering up their leading ladies. I have to be equally undressed. As much bare skin as possible. No place to hide padding.”
“That’s bullshit.” The thought of her in danger boiled his blood, every single time.
“I look at it as a challenge to be better than the men.”
He could believe it. He crushed her mouth under his, hungry for her. He tasted her lips, then the soft skin on her neck.
When he pulled the sports bra away from her skin with his mouth, she laughed and squealed, “Wait!”
She tugged the elastic material down to under her breasts, the perfect globes suddenly elevated to his mouth, dusky nipples drawn into tight buds and ready for him, like dessert on a plate.
Man, was he ready for them.
He went at them like a starving man. As he sucked her hot and fast and rough into his mouth, he kept grinding against her center, the two layers of jeans driving him crazy.Naked would be better.But from the mindless sounds she was making, he was pretty sure he was going to be able to get her to the goal line even like this.
That thought sobered him for a second. He pulled back and looked into her lust-glazed eyes. “Are you sure? Here?”
Her gaze cleared; then her eyes focused on his. “I’m taking back this place. He can’t have my past, or my land, or my fear.”
One of her hands slipped down his front and went to his belt buckle.
He still couldn’t believe they were doing this. “Jess?”
“You think you’ll catch a cold?” She had the belt unbuckled in three seconds flat.
He scoffed. “Navy SEALs don’t get cold.”
“Good. I want you. Now. I don’t care if it’s in a snowbank.”
OK, she really did want this. His hormones fired off a twenty-one-gun salute. “I don’t think we need to go as far as a snowbank.”
He let her down, let her feet touch the ground, let her unwrap him and take him in hand. When he was ready to blow, he dropped to his knees. Then he unwrapped her, pants and panties pushed low enough so he could taste her.
When he looked up, her burning gaze met his. She was clutching his shoulders.
He grabbed her hips and went at her like he meant it. He wanted it all, her heat, her taste, her silk. He wanted her panting moans, and her desperation as her fingers dug into him through his coat.
“Now. Please,” she whispered, as he drove her to the very edge.
She trembled on the precipice, and he trembled right there with her, but he had to say, “I don’t have a condom,” his tone as rough as tree bark.
She pulled away and stumbled back a step. “Oh.” Her cheeks were flushed red as she reached to pull up her pants.
He stood up and closed the distance between them again. “No.” He glanced at the birch tree behind her, but didn’t want to scratch up her naked back. “Turn around and brace your hands on the tree.”
When she did, he reached for her hips and pulled them toward him until she was bent forward. Then he parted her legs as wide as her pants—halfway down her thighs—allowed. He surrounded her with his body from behind. One hand went to her breast, the other to the V of her thighs, slipping into her hot folds, finding her swollen nub with ease. He pressed down then eased up and rubbed tight little circles. Nothing had ever felt as good as Jess squirming in pleasure in his arms.
When her knees buckled, he held her tightly. “I have you, Jess.”
