Wild Men of Alaska 04 - Wild Men of Alaska - Four Book Bundle

been a hell of woman to try and get out of his system. After a few lack-luster attempts with other women, he’d done some serious soul-searching, and realized how much Kate had meant to him. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t spent a lot of time together in the classical sense of getting to know one another. Sometimes a man just knew.
    Heart recognized heart.
    He ventured closer to the sides of her breasts, wanting to cup them, caress them, nibble them. But there was nothing to search that his eyes couldn’t see, and she wasn’t packing anything around these beautiful breasts anymore. There was nothing tapped or strapped, or pierced to mar the perfection of the aureoles with their tight dusky peaks.
    He started to shake.
    His hands splayed across her stomach. She sucked in her breath, and he flicked a glance back to her face. Her eyes were wide, her lips swollen from being nervously bitten. He locked his gaze with hers, as his hands caressed over her belly down to the sides of her hips.
    What he wouldn’t give to grab those hips and thrust his body deep into hers. She recognized the need that had to be reflected in his eyes, for the shock of it had her trembling under him.
    He didn’t hold anything back. He let all his frustration, his want, his love for her show through, praying that she’d somehow understand and be able to forgive him for what he was about to do next.

    Kate hated him.
    Hated what he was doing to her, what he made her feel. How could she want him until she shivered with it? Part of her rejoiced in being tied up, the choice he was taking from her. Finally she’d be with him again, experience the ecstasy only he’d been able to call forth from her body.
    For the last two years she’d been consumed with him. Vengeance had been her religion. She understood the need for retaliation. This yearning, she did not. She felt betrayed by her own body. If anything, Sergei tying her up and strip-searching her should fuel her hatred and need to kill him. But all she could think about was his touch, how he’d felt between her legs, deep within her body, and how long until he would be inside her again.
    His hands clasped her hips, and she couldn’t help the slight arch of them. Oh hell, what was she doing? She couldn’t enjoy this. What kind of woman did that make her?
    An animalistic sound from deep within him reverberated throughout the room causing her blood to burn in her center and melt toward where she wanted him most. Instead of his hands searching her depths, he cupped them under her buttocks, his fingers clenching around them, his eyes closing for a moment, before he splayed his hands up her back. Searching for any abnormalities on her skin that she knew he wouldn’t find, his movements brought him closer as he leaned over her, cradling her within his arms as his hands smoothed up her back to her shoulders. His nostrils flared, and her inner muscles clenched in response. His lips were mere inches from hers. The kiss he’d given her downstairs had been shocking. She hadn’t expected that he would desire her after all this time. Why would he when he’d already gotten what he’d wanted from her during that night in Afghanistan?
    But he wanted her now. She could see it, feel it in the very air vibrating around them, and her body responded in ways she wished she could shut down.
    His hands caressed down her spine back to her hips, his fingers curling around the front, pausing before tracing the line from the tops of her thighs to the heart of her sex.
    Oh God, she was not going to make it.
    Why hadn’t he gagged her too? She bit hard on her bottom lip, trying to keep in the appeal for him to take her, ride her hard, give her some sort of release.
    His fingers traced her folds before dipping into her wet center.
    “ Oh, Katja. ” He groaned as though in torment, his head falling forward, his hair grazing the sensitive skin of her stomach.
    Unable to stop her herself, she shifted her legs, giving him more room to probe her further. Deeper. She arched her hips into his hand, wishing for him to deepen his stroke.
    “ Fuck .” He suddenly growled and surged off the bed. Grabbing a quilt that was draped over the leather chair next to the fireplace, he covered her with it before slamming out of the room, leaving her there writhing with want.
    Oh yeah, he was a dead man.

    Sergei unscrewed the top of the vodka bottle with a shaky hand and slung back a huge swallow.
    Bozhe moi , he’d barely