Wild Men of Alaska 02 - Moosed-Up

pushing against his chest and grabbed at his hips, as her lower body tried to seek more.
    She was totally naked except for her shoes and jewelry, and she’d never felt more vulnerable . . . or more alive. More in tuned to Lynx’s every move, every touch as he knocked her off balance with every second that ticked by.
    Sex with Davis had taken place in the dark, under the covers, probably so he could fantasize that she was someone else.
    It was daylight, she had no idea what time it was, but the sun was full and bright, and Lynx was big and bold, taking charge of her, reminding her with every heated look and touch that she was a woman, physically weaker and softer than him. There was a dangerous element to being anchored under him that she shouldn’t admit thrilled her, just a little.
    Scared her, too. More than a little.
    “Do I need a condom?” he asked, as though forming words pained him.
    “Uh... yes.” She nervously licked her lips. His eyes watched her tongue, and then he claimed her mouth, making her forget about protection and everything else.
    It was a brand more than a kiss. He plundered the depths of her mouth, his tongue dueled and conquered hers as though he were giving her some insight of what to expect. He tore his lips free of hers and met her eyes for a long moment as though to see if she got the message. Then he clamped his mouth over her breast, his teeth taking her nipple, so his tongue could flick back and forth over the tip.
    On a startled screech, her back arched like a bow, and his arm snaked under her, pulling her closer to him, if that were possible. Overwhelmed with sensations that she’d never felt before, Eva squirmed, seeking out his erection, wanting to ride his thick shaft as he s ucked and tormented her nipple.
    “Please,” she begged, not believing what she was asking. She’d seen that thing. Knew there was no way they would fit together, and yet she didn’t care. She’d never felt this way before, like she wanted to sink her teeth into him, and then she fo und herself doing exactly that.
    He growled, as her teeth bit into his shoulder, the sound more of a snarl as he moved his hips lower out of the reach of her questing need. He released her nipple and turned to the other one. Grabbing both of her hands in one of his, he anchored them above her head.
    She was caught, laid out for his pleasure and dark urges. Liquid heat flared her insides to an out of control inferno.
    This man, what was he?
    He purred against her nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. Her inner muscles quivered as they contracted around emptiness, wanting him inside her. Then his fingers were there, tormenting her, testing her, twisting and flicking the sensitive nub that had suddenly become her universe.
    Her hips arched off the bed as he inserted one finger, then two, then three inside her, stretching her. A rumbling of what she thought was satisfaction pulsated from him at finding her wet and slick with want.
    He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her while his thumb did a titillating dance with her clitoris. Her hips gyrated with him, arching, meeting the thrusts of his hand. His mouth continued to play homage to her breasts as he worked her like an instrument. Seeming to know just what she needed when she needed it. How hard to push, when to let up, until she flew. Her world burst into little sparks of color as it imploded around her.
    She lay there gasping and tried to understand what had just happened. She’d climaxed before, mostly by herself, and never like that.
    But he wasn’t done with her yet.
    Lynx inched off her and stood at the end of the bed, if anything looking more predatory than he had before. There was a glint of satisfaction and craving in his gaze that had her sucking in air for what would happen next. She worried her lower lip with her teeth as she once again took in the man before her. If anything he was larger, thicker.
    He grabbed a condom from the pocket of his jeans and with a rip of foil, sheathed himself.
    How was she going to do this?
    The question was taken out of her hands when he confused her. Instead of grabbing her and rendering her asunder, he gently picked up her foot and took off her shoe, kissing the sensitive skin on the inner part of her ankle. Who knew the area of her ankle was so sensitive?
    Apparently he did.
    In turn, he did the same with her other shoe and ankle. He knew other places too, farther up her calf, then behind her knees, the inside of her