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

her once again of the jeans. She struggled with the button and zipper of his, not being nearly as adept at the action as he seemed to be. He released her nipple and seemed torn between taking the other one into his mouth or stripping off his own jeans. The jeans won.
    “I don’t have a condom on me,” he rasped out, his breathing choppy.
    “I don’t care.”
    “There is protection upstairs in bed table. Plus bed.”
    Not one they could use in its present condition, and she didn’t need protection. “Why didn’t you take me up there?” The question was out before she could take it back. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to lose herself in him. Silence these incessant needs.
    “Katja.” He smoothed her hair away from her face. “I couldn’t take you tied to my bed like that.”
    “Yes, you could have.” Seemed as if honesty was getting the best of her tonight.
    “You vould have hated me.”
    “Yes, I would have.” She flipped him over and straddled him, rising to view him beneath her, between her thighs.
    He was glorious. Such a beautiful male specimen. It was her turn to finish stripping him bare. She didn’t waste any time. She wanted him. Wanted him hard and fast and thrusting inside her. Wanted the urgency back where troubling thoughts did not reside.
    He reached up, his hands sliding up her back, splaying over her ribs. “How’d you get this bruise?”
    “Not important.” At least, not now.
    He burrowed his fingers in her hair and brought her lips to softly meet his. Her hair tumbled around them, as he reverently explored her mouth. He was getting gentle and tender, and she didn’t want that. Her hand snaked down between them and grasped his shaft and squeezed. The untamed sound that escaped him stirred tremors inside her.
    He flipped her back over, tore off her underwear, grabbed her hips and positioned himself at her opening. The large tip of his penis just breaching the lips of her sex. “Tell me you vant me. That this means something to you.”
    She curled her lips over her teeth, not wanting to answer him. Or hear the truth herself.
    Her body wept for him. He knew it. He could feel it. Why did she need to say it too?
    “ Katja ,” he warned, inserting himself partway.
    Oh God. “This means something,” she snarled, clenching her inner muscles trying to draw him inside her. “It fucking means something to me, okay?”
    He impaled her with one hard, deep thrust.
    She gasped at the forceful invasion, the sheer fullness and perfection as he lay heavy and hungry within her, undeniably part of her. He expressed a lengthy, painful groan. His eyes never left hers as he slowly retreated from her body and then advanced, taking her hips in his large hands and lifting them to receive his thrusts deeper. Again and again, and then faster and faster, until his name became a broken cry on her lips.
    He pounded relentlessly into her, wringing everything from her body, until her very soul shattered with the pleasure he wrought from places she didn’t know existed.
    His back arched, and his thrusts quickened, the veins in his shoulders and neck roping under his skin. His head fell back on a roar as he surged, clutched her against him, and pulsed deep within her. He stayed like that suspended for a minute as though he couldn’t take the pleasure. Tipping his head, he looked at her, his eyes dark, satisfied, and clearly not willing to give her up. Slowly he enfolded her in his arms, his body flush to hers as he tightened his grip around her.
    “Katja.”
    Her name was like a whispered vow on his lips that broke the chains she’d locked around her heart.

C HAPTER T HIRTEEN

    Sergei basked in the rightness of Kate cuddled within his embrace. What they’d just done solidified everything that he’d put in place to bring her to The Edge.
    “Let me up.” Kate struggled with his arms, pushing at his shoulders, kicking out at him, connecting painfully with his shins.
    “Vhat?” Had he hurt her? He’d been rough, consumed with her, but she hadn’t objected. If anything she’d spurred him on, wanting him hard and fast, not gentle and slow like he’d tried to temper.
    “Let me go!” Her voice broke on the last word, and he released her. She scrambled to her feet, grabbing the quilt thrown over the end of the couch.
    “Katja?” Alarmed, he hurried to his feet.
    “Stay away from me.” Her words held no threat. Emotion clouded their meaning, making the words more of a plea. She ran for