Lost in You (6 page)

He kneaded her ass and lifted her torso higher. “These are the berries I want.” Sam’s hot mouth latched onto her nipple and he suckled strongly.
 

The tugs of his teeth along with his greedy sex ramming into her over and over coiled her desire until she nearly burst. “Please. Sam.”
 

Abruptly he changed the angle of his hips, driving deeper until she felt his balls slapping her ass. “Like that, do you?”
 

“Yes!”
 

He growled. “The harder I fuck you the shorter it’ll last.”
 

“Then harder.” Lacy squeezed her internal muscles as he pulled out.
 

Sam hissed. “You are so tight and hot it’s like shoving my dick into a live electrical socket.”
 

Her body tingled in a line from where his busy mouth seared her skin to where her breasts jiggled from his powerful thrusts. Gradually contractions built deep within her cervix. Then
wham
! The strength of the spasms around his thick cock caused her to scream.
 

In the aftermath of another orgasm that blew her mind, her breath heaved. The pulses faded to soft throbs.
 

He’d stopped moving inside her. His fingers dug into her hips. Sweat dripped down his face and over his clenched jaw.
 

“Sam? What’s wrong?”
 

“Watch me come, like I watched you.” He began to thrust, shallow, then deep, keeping those dark eyes on hers. The deep-seated strokes became piston-fast. He whispered her name, arched his back and exploded inside her with a ferocity that sent another orgasm ripping through her still quaking body.
 

Exhausted, sated, stunned, they clung to each other.
 

She whispered, “
Tiimmbbberr.
”
 

His laugh rumbled against her throat.
 

Then Sam gifted her with the sweetest kiss of her life. She breathed him in, wreathing her arms around his neck.
 

Being lost in the woods wasn’t nearly as scary as the way this man made her feel.
 

Chapter Five
 

Becker attempted to stay upright. His cock twitched inside Lacy’s snug walls as air billowed from his lungs.
 

She licked his earlobe. Bit down. Chills racked his system. “You gonna drag me off to your cave now?”
 

How should he play this? Tough? Tender? Hell, he’d never been the kind to fuck a woman senseless against a pine tree. Never been that out-of-control, in his personal or professional life. “You
want
me to drag you off?”
 

“Mmm-hmm. If you promise to do that to me again.”
 

Becker gazed at her slumberous eyes, cat-like smirk, flushed skin, lips plumped from avaricious kisses. His Neanderthal tactics hadn’t bothered her.
 

He nibbled her jawline. “Next time you don’t have to practically drown to get my undivided attention.”
 

She went rigid. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
 

“I know.” Becker nuzzled her ear. “I’m surprised you aren’t chewing my ass for being so rough.” He held his breath, waiting for her to voice regret.
 

“Me too. I’ve never let a man take me like that.” She shuddered, a little moan escaped. “I liked it, Sam. What does that mean?”
 

“My tough little cupcake has a submissive streak.”
 

She tipped her head back. “Really?”
 

“Really. It’s sexy as hell.” He kissed her. “It also means we’re camping here.”
 

“Why?”
 

“So I can do all the other uncivilized things I’ve been fantasizing about doing to you before we find civilization.”
 

“Oh.” She moistened her lips. “Such as?”
 

“Bending you over that log by the stream and taking you from behind until you scream like a mountain lion in season.”
 

Lacy’s gaze darted toward the fallen tree before her eyes widened with interest.
 

Becker grinned. Then he brushed his lips over her mouth, reconnecting their desire as he disconnected their bodies.
 

She seemed shy, turning away to get dressed.
 

Impulsively he snatched her clothes. “Huh-uh. Naked. All day. My rules.”
 

“Caveman rules, you mean.”
 

“Yep.”
 

“Do the rules of the jungle apply to you?”
 

“Yep.”
 

“Great.” Her shyness vanished as she eyed his dick. “I have a few fantasies.”
 

One smoldering look from her and his cock went from semi-aroused to hard-as-nails. “Such as?”
 

“Tarzan and Jane.” Lacy smiled, circling her fingers around his girth. “Can I lay on something soft this time? That bark raked my back.”
 

Guilt beat at him. “Let me see.”
 

“You will. When you bend me over, rutting on me like a stag, you can kiss it and make it all better.”
 

Becker found a flat spot where cool breezes blew off the water and spread out the sleeping bags. He lowered Lacy to the soft flannel, using his mouth and hands to render her mindless. Sucking on her fingers. Her nipples. Her juicy sex. He drove her to the brink with gentle kisses. Fleeting touches on every inch of her trembling flesh until she begged him to stop.
 

Then he’d begin again.
 

When he entered her, oh-so-slowly, she came on a long sigh that floated away on the pine-scented wind, but boomeranged to implant in his soul.
 

Not to be outdone, Lacy whispered dirty suggestions in his ear. The leisurely loving became frantic. Harsh kisses and harder thrusts. His sweat-slicked skin slapped hers. His balls pulled up, blanking his mind to anything but pure animal instinct.
 

He grunted, slamming into her wet channel. Taking them both higher, until Lacy milked him to an orgasm so ferocious he roared like a beast.
 

Afterward, Lacy’s sweet breath tickled the back of his neck as she curled around him.
 

He’d fallen into that peaceful half-asleep/half-awake state, when she asked softly, “Why did you wait for me, Sam?”
 

 
Because you piqued my interest more than any woman ever has.
 

Another voice whispered,
Because she’s your fate.
 

 
Shut-up, Mom.
 

“No one else in the hiking group noticed I was missing.”

Becker kept his tone light. “You were my responsibility.”
 

“That’s it?”
 

Why did she sound disappointed by his answer? “No.” He faced her and the truth in himself. “I’d been watching you.” Becker caressed her cheek. “Wanting you. Admiring your determination even when the unknown scared the hell out of you.”
 

“You admire that? Why?”
 

“Because I’ve been thinking about making changes in my own life.”
 

Lacy gestured to the great outdoors. “But your life is a new exciting adventure every day.”
 

“You’d be surprised at the mundane aspects of my day-to-day existence.”
 

“Does having uninhibited sex in the woods count as mundane?”
 

“No. This is a first.”
 

She smiled sleepily. “I’m glad.” Seeming content, she snuggled closer.
 

He traced lazy circles on her back. “Tell me something about yourself that no one else knows.”
 

“Besides the submissive side you’ve uncovered?”
 

“Smart-ass.” He pinched her butt.
 

Lacy giggled. “Hmm. How about…my dream of making love in a field of wildflowers?”
 

Becker rolled his eyes. “You and every woman on the planet. Not good enough. Try again.”
 

She ducked her head, delving her fingers into his scant chest hair.
 

“It’s hokey.”
 

“Tell me.
 

“I want to be like my Grandma Ingrid.”
 

“Why?”
 

“She’s always happy. Whether she’s living in the woods or in a rest home. She’s never afraid and embraces change. Whereas, I’m scared of change, even when I’m hoping for a fresh start.”
 

A fresh start with him?
 

Surely she wasn’t one of those women who altered their life on a whim after meeting a man? But Lacy
had
agreed to undertake the hike at the urging of her ex, even with her frightening past experience. “Like moving to Wyoming to live in a shack in the boonies?”
 

“With a real, live mountain man like you?” Her smile didn’t sugarcoat the bitter tone. “That didn’t sound like an invite, Becker.”
 

“Lacy—”
 

“Don’t worry. I’ll be on a plane to LaGuardia in another week. It’s on my mind because I visited Grandma last week. She told me change is good for the soul.”
 

“Your soul doesn’t need to change.”
 

“That’s sweet. But
I
need a change. So, I made a decision. I’m going to quit my job and take Cat’s offer to manage her store. Then she can concentrate on creating more of these.”
 

Lacy lifted her arm. Her smile died when she realized the charm bracelet was gone.
 

“Omigod!” She leapt up, blood pounding in her ears as she ran to the river. Why hadn’t she noticed it was missing?
 

Because Sam-the-orgasm-man made it impossible to focus on anything else.
 

She frantically sifted through her socks and shoes. Nothing. She scoured the rocks and mud on the bank until her feet were submerged in silt.
 

A large hand circled her upper arm, angrily yanking her back.
 

“What the fuck are you doing?”
 

Lacy shook him off. “Looking for my bracelet.”
 

“The hell you are.”
 

Seeing something shiny, she bent down.
 

And found herself airborne. The sinewy arms circling her waist were striking against her paler bare skin. She gasped. How had she forgotten she was naked?
 

“Becker! Let me down.”
 

Water splashed.
 

She kicked, which increased his grip. She swore, which earned her a solid slap on the ass.
 

He tossed her on the sleeping bag. Imprisoned her flailing arms above her head, using his body on hers as dead weight.
 

“Let me go!”
 

“Not until you’re acting reasonable.”
 

“But my bracelet—”
 

“Is lost.”
 

“So I need to find it!”
 

“Not at the expense of your safety. You don’t even know when you lost it, do you?”
 

“No.”
 

“I’m responsible for you and you aren’t chancing another unexpected swim in the river for a trinket. Are we clear on that?”
 

Sam’s eyes were clouded with concern, not anger.
 

Finally Lacy nodded. She hid her face. Frustrated tears leaked out.
 

She knew Sam was right. But dammit, that bracelet wasn’t a trinket. It’d meant something to her. Something he didn’t understand.