Rescue in the Smokies (Durham Wolves) (6 page)

“Didn’t need to see. I could hear fine.” He released his hold and ran his warm hands up and down her folded arms. “You’re shivering,” he mumbled into her ear.

“Of course I am.” Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, almost unrecognizable to her own ears. “Even if it were a hundred degrees I’d be trembling with your tongue in my ear like that.” Her smile spread from ear to ear, and she felt him do the same against her neck as he moved down to her shoulder.

“Come here.” Sergius turned her so her chest rested against his front. His huge frame surrounded her and warmed her instantly. She grew still and stayed in his embrace, absorbing his incredible body heat.

“Are you always this hot?” His core temperature seemed higher than anyone’s.

“No, I’m not nearly as sexy when I wake up in the morning.” He chuckled at his pun, a deep sound she was growing quite fond of. It rumbled between them and drew her closer to him, if that was possible.

God, she wanted this man. She squeezed her legs together, attempting to quell the need burning in her core. “Ha ha. And I doubt that’s true. You probably look like you stepped off the cover of
GQ
first thing in the morning, with your hair all rumpled and hanging across your eyes.” She sucked in a breath. Her mouth was running like nobody’s business.

He laughed, shaking his entire frame and hers too by default. “Only one way to find out.”

Oh my. This banter between them was loaded with innuendo. And so sexy.

“Come on.” Sergius tilted his head away from her, a nod that indicated he was pulling her farther into the cave.

“I’m good here.” She really didn’t want to move from the entrance, even with this hunk of man who would protect her from anything.

“Honey, you’re good anywhere. I’m sure of that. But let’s sit down. It might be a while.” His voice was teasing. “There’s a perfect bench in the rock right over here. We can sit. You’ll still be able to see out.”

Reluctantly she permitted him to tug her arm deeper into the darkness, keeping her eyes plastered to the opening. No way was she going to get herself far enough inside she couldn’t see out.

He finally stopped, much to her relief. His hand trailed down her arm as he sat. “Okay, maybe not big enough for two.”

The next thing she knew she was on his lap, sideways. He wrapped his hands around her body, encompassing her entirely, and pulled her head onto his shoulder.

It felt so…right. Like she belonged with him.

“Warm enough?”

“Yes.” Her breath was shallow.
Too warm
.

She desperately wanted to pick up where they’d left off. To hell with the rain and the dark cave. To hell with her conscience.

She tipped her head back, and in a bold act that surprised even her, she kissed her way up his neck and found his mouth.

It started out innocent enough, for about thirty seconds, each of them exploring the other. But the passion of earlier caught back up with itself and she twisted in his lap to more fully face him.

Almost total darkness. Even with the dim light of the cave entrance, her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the black surroundings inside the cave. Her other senses heightened.

Her hands explored his body, his hard chest, his shoulders, his strong back. She scrambled to investigate every inch of his upper torso, learning his frame and memorizing it for later. Surely she’d never see him again after this brief encounter in the forest. Didn’t her entire crazy sexual frenzy stem from the situation? Damsel lost and found in the wilderness by a god of a man who popped out of nowhere to rescue her from the wild?

Perhaps she was dreaming the entire thing from her nap on the pile of leaves.

I sure hope not
.

On second thought, if she was, she wanted to be sure to make the most of it. No sense wasting a perfectly good sex dream.

Huge firm palms trailed down her bare arms and grasped her around the waist. He squeezed and inched his fingers up to brush against the undersides of her breasts. Just as he’d been doing in the woods before he’d pulled back.

He’d pulled back
.

Maybe he didn’t want this. Wasn’t interested in her like she was him.

The thought dissolved into thin air as he devoured her mouth and moaned against her lips. The hard shaft against her thigh indicated he did indeed
want
her.

Maybe he’d just been feeling chivalrous. Hopefully he wouldn’t encounter that emotion again. She wanted, no needed, this. Right now. Right here. A quick fuck with a gorgeous man would do wonders for her ego…and her pussy.

She ached for him to touch her, drive her mad with the need building inside her. In a bold move she never could have accomplished in the light of day, Juliana wiggled around until she straddled him.

Ah, perfect. So fucking hot.

Her crotch pressed against his hard cock, only the denim of his jeans and the nylon of her pants between them. God damn he was hot. Not just sexy, but to the touch.

She skimmed her fingers all over him frantically until she finally reached the bottom of his T-shirt and yanked awkwardly on it to pull it over his head.

Their mouths separated for that split second before colliding back together, the craze of passion picking right back up where it had left off. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and then grappled for her tongue to do the same.

Sergius’s hands were everywhere, firmly clutching her against him, up and down her back and around her waist, finally landing on her breasts.

A gasp, followed by a deep moan, filled the cavern and echoed off the walls. She leaned her head back and forced her chest out, silently begging him to continue his exploration.

Fingers squeezed and explored her breasts, stopping to pinch her nipples and driving her crazy.

“Serg…”

“What, baby? Tell me what you need.”

“Oh, God. That feels so good. Just…touch me.”

In a flash, her jacket fell to the ground from its loose tie around her waist and he grabbed the bottom of her sports shirt and stripped it over her head. It disappeared into the darkness as rough, callused fingers resumed their exploration of her breasts. She knew she was small chested. But his hands completely covered her and then some.

“Perfect.” His muttered words against her mouth squelched her worries. “You’re perfect.” Could he read her mind?

A chill shook her frame—from the breeze blowing into the cave or from the fingers now pinching her nipples into a state of pleasure-pain?

Never had she been this aroused. Totally wanton.

The breasts that had always seemed far too small to be even remotely attractive suddenly made her feel incredibly sexy and appealing. When she leaned back again to catch her breath, Sergius dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, swirling around the tip until she ached. The heat of his lips sent a line of warmth bee lining to her sex.

“Too many clothes…” She wiggled against his cock, wishing he could use his magic to make them disappear without the awkward need to stand and break the spell currently clutching her.

Serg grasped one breast in a palm that knew her body like a finely tuned instrument. The other breast received a spiral of tongue around and around her areola. That left Serg with one free hand. And thank God for that.

Fingers crawled down her body until they cupped her sex between them.

“So hot, baby. So hot.” The words were nearly lost against her nipple, his breathy whisper blowing against the tip and making her crazy. “I can feel how wet you are through your pants.”

If he didn’t shut up, she was going to come before he even touched her.

In slow motion, Sergius unbuttoned and unzipped her hiking pants, his knuckles brushing against her panties. She wiggled against him, silently begging him to reach inside, push the pants down her legs and enter her.

Serg let go of her breast with his skilled hand and wrapped his arm around her, holding her still. “Stop squirming.” He smiled against her breast, his lips parting in a telling move.

“I-I can’t.”

“You can.” His grip tightened. “You will.”

Her head lulled back. Was this what she’d needed all her life? An unyielding, dominant touch to get her juices going?

Serg lifted her ass off his lap enough to edge the nylon down her legs a few inches. Her thighs were trapped, pulled slightly together, her straddled legs tightening around his waist. She groaned when he set her back down.

“Oh, God. Get them off. Please, Serg…”

“No.”

No?

Experienced fingers reached between her and dipped into her panties. Her mind went blank. What had she wanted?

With one hand circling her waist, holding her in a stiff grip, the other reached expertly under the lace, passing her clit without touching it. How did he do that? Wetness flooded her pussy as he held the material of her panties away from her body.

One finger dipped into her soaking heat and grazed through the space between her lower lips. She gasped at the touch. Leaned her head against his shoulder. Grasped his forearm with her hand, pressing him into her. Pleading with her strength for him to apply more pressure.

Her need amped up two notches. “Serg…”

“Yeah?”

Her nails dug into his arm, her torso rigid. Anything to increase the amount of skin on skin at her crotch.

“Let go of my arm, baby. I’m stronger than you.” He chuckled. “Put your hand on my shoulder or I’ll stop.”

Stop? Fuck
.

With tremendous restraint, she did as she was told.

Again that finger slithered through her wet folds, collecting moisture and swirling it around and around the edges of her sex. He didn’t enter her, nor did he touch her clit, which throbbed with a need of its own.

When had she ever been more aware of that little nub?

She gripped his shoulders with both hands and held her breath for long moments, concentrating on the pressure building inside her. God, she wanted his cock in there. Anything, really. Why was he torturing her so? Didn’t he know she couldn’t take much more of this?

Of course she could. She could take anything he dished out…and he knew it.

She was his.

Totally and irrevocably his to do with as he pleased.

With no warning, he plunged two fingers into her core, sucking the breath out of her. He held his fingers inside her, suspended for seconds that seemed like hours while she acclimated to the stretch of severely unused muscles.

With acute awareness, she realized his palm still pressed against her panties, not making contact with her deprived clit.

“Ugh. Serg…” She strained to wiggle against him, but he held fast.

“Uh, uh, uh. Don’t move or I’ll stop.”

New moisture pooled around his fingers as he gradually curved them to stroke inside her, not pulling out, stoking the fire within.

She found his mouth with her own and sucked in his lower lip. Hard. She wanted more from him. Maybe if she distracted him or drove him to crave her as urgently as she did him, he’d move…faster.

“That’s not going to work, my sweet,” he muttered around her attempts. “But nice try.”

“Please, you’re driving me crazy.”

“I know. And I love how hot you are. So fucking hot and wet. And goddamn you’re tight.”

“Yeah, well…” She moved on to his ear, nibbling around it and praying to the god of sex that he drive this man to—fucking
move
.

Sergius froze.

“What?”
Please don’t stop
.

“You aren’t a virgin, are you?”

“No. No. Not that. Just…been a while.”

He let out a slow breath and pulled his fingers out of her.

“Don’t—”

Her words were cut off when he slammed back inside and fucked her in earnest with his adept fingers. Finally, when she was teetering on the edge, he pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed in a tight, small circle.

“Come for me, Juliana. I want to hear you scream. Feel you around me while you fall apart in my arms.”

She shattered. Screamed his name, which echoed over and over in the cave. The walls of her sex grasped his fingers and pulsed, sucking him deeper inside her until she thought it would never end.

Exhausted, when the tremors finally subsided, she collapsed her forehead against his shoulder. His hand still remained buried in her depths, his thumb resting against her sensitive nub.

“So fucking hot,” he whispered. “God, baby. That was…amazing. So beautiful.” He kissed the top of her head. Her hair fell in a tangled mess around him and over her face, her rubber band having worked its way loose long ago.

“Amazing doesn’t even touch the surface. I’ve never…” Could she tell him? Tell a virtual stranger she’d just had her first orgasm at his hand, with her pants still on?

He sucked in a quick breath. “Come under a man’s touch?” His fingers dragged from her core, and he spread her juices around her hypersensitive clit in a circle. New awareness stirred to life. So soon?

“Come…period.”

“Oh, baby.” He held her tighter, if that was possible. “That makes me so hard.” Expert fingertips danced around her nub before pressing the hood back and flicking over the top in a repeated motion that made her grasp her legs around him in renewed need. “Do it again.”

What? Again?
Was that even possible?

Juliana shook her head back and forth and leaned her forehead on his shoulder. “Too much. My clit can’t take any more.” She grabbed his arm again, this time pulling instead of pushing him into her.

“Oh, yes it can, baby.” He was undaunted. Much stronger than her feeble attempt to stop him.

“It’s so much better the second time. I promise. Let it go.” He pressed his palm against her overstimulated nub and started a rhythm of flicking and pressing against her.

“Oh, God. Stop. I can’t…” Her words were weak, even to her own ears. She fought to release his hand, but he was having nothing to do with her efforts.

Frustrated, she changed her tactic. “At least let me come around you this time. Please… I need you inside me. Ache to have you fill me.” He couldn’t turn that down.

“Not this time, love.”