Carpathian 23 - Dark Storm

finishing their evening meal and packing
     to travel.
    Dax leaned forward and took her right breast into the heat of his mouth. His fingers
     tugged and rolled the nipple of her left breast. Her body arched, pushing deeper into
     the scalding heat. Temptation beat at her. Moisture gathered between her thighs. Clearly,
     her body was his. There was no resisting that hot mouth and wicked hands.
    He lifted his head, and the dark desire burning in his eyes was exhilarating. Step out of your jeans. His fingers continued to roll and tug at her nipples.
    I have my boots on. She dropped her hands to the waistband of her pants, prepared to at least get them
     off of her enough to assuage the burning ache between her legs. In any case, she wasn’t
     certain she wanted to be stark naked out in the open even when he assured her she
     couldn’t be seen. It seemed so indecent.
    And sexy. You’re so sexy.
    She had to admit, it was sexy. He made her feel that way, as if he couldn’t wait to
     have her, as if he had to have her or he wouldn’t make it through the next moment.
     Still, being out in the open with people so close, shielded only by a few trees and
     a swirling fog . . . so wrong. The cool air hit her body, raising goose bumps. She
     looked down and her boots and jeans were gone. A slow smile curved her mouth.
    You’re the sexy one. In my world, the women would say you are hot . He was. She’d never been around any other man who could drive out all sane thought
     until she was only pure feeling.
    She was naked standing in just a little grove of trees. She should have been covering
     up, but instead, her nipples grew harder than ever as she thrust them into his palms,
     evidence of her desire pulsed between her thighs and arousal teased her thighs and
     breasts. If Dax could remove clothes so easily, she had no more doubts that he could
     hide them from the others. She wanted him any way she could have him.
    Dax made a sound, a rough and intoxicating growl that sent a spiral of lust teasing
     her stomach. He bent his head once more to her breasts, cupping the weight of them
     in his hands, and lifting them to his mouth.
    She cradled his head to her, eyes wide open just because she had to see him—she loved
     watching him. Everything about Dax was sensual, his heavily lidded eyes, the heat
     glowing beneath his skin, the hot pull of his mouth on her breast. She stood naked,
     the wind on her body, her skin singing, her blood surging hotly, and a burning ache
     between her legs. She should have felt exposed and vulnerable in front of him. She
     didn’t have a stitch on, her body open to his, but he made her feel beautiful and
     his. She loved feeling as if she belonged to him.
    Of course you belong to me. Your soul is the other half of mine. You were born for
     me, as I was born for you.
    His hands were everywhere, sliding over every inch of her skin, his mouth devouring
     her until she couldn’t think straight. Long, drugging kisses had her body weeping
     with need. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tightening her hold on him, feeling
     possessive, feeling enraptured.
    Dax lifted her, until her body slid sensually against his. “Wrap your legs around
     my waist,” he whispered into her mouth.
    I’m too heavy. She was tall and very curvy, not at all the average cover model, and she didn’t want
     him to hurt his back.
    His laughter vibrated through her like a hot mineral spring. The bubbles found their
     way inside her bloodstream, bursting and sizzling as she complied with his order.
    Now you’re just being silly. There was tender amusement in his voice.
    His mouth was on hers again, demanding now, the kisses growing wild and possessive,
     sending flames rolling through her. He kissed her as if he was a starving man, as
     if she ensured his survival—and maybe she did. His tongue stroked along her lips,
     pushed into her mouth to tangle with hers. Electricity sizzled through her veins,
     little shocking waves that left her breathless and needy.
    Deliberately he allowed her to feel the edge of his strength, as he held her easily
     against his chest. Wrap your legs around me. Hook your ankles. His fingers found her entrance slick with moist heat. You’re so ready for me.
    How could she not be ready for him? I’ll always be ready for you ,she whispered into his mind, allowing him to see him as she did, so perfect, so sexy
     she could never resist him.
    I love how wet you get for me, but then I want to