She accepted his kiss with a breathy moan. Their mouths met in an explosion of heat and energy. She parted her lips wide and tangled her fingers in his hair. He thrust his tongue inside her silky mouth. She tasted wild and sweet and forbidden.
He couldn’t get enough of her.
His hands roamed the curves of her body and settled on her perfect bottom. He groaned, lifting her against his erection. He was rock-hard and ready to go. Her breasts were soft, her hips were lush and her mouth was magic.
He needed more. He needed all of her.
Breaking the kiss, he fumbled with her clothing, seeking bare skin. She pushed his hands away and pulled her shirt over her head helpfully. Her hijab went with it. He didn’t know what he’d expected to see under her clothes, but a sexy bra wasn’t it. Her breasts were almost too full for the lace cups, which strained to hold their bounty.
She tugged at the hem of his shirt with impatience. He was so stunned by her beauty that he didn’t want to look away, even for a second. He yanked his shirt over his head and took her mouth again, filling his hands with her breasts. Her nipples jutted against his palms and his erection swelled harder.
He couldn’t stop—and she didn’t ask him to. He pushed her bra straps off her shoulders and her breasts tumbled free. Her taut nipples brushed his bare chest. She explored the bunched muscles in his back and tried to unfasten his belt. He made a strangled sound of enthusiasm. They were totally on the same page. His hands roamed under her skirt. She was wearing panties today. He yanked them down to her knees and slid his hand between her legs. She was damp with desire, her thighs quivering.
“Yes,” she said, and that was all he needed to hear.
He knelt at her feet to remove her panties completely. He could smell her arousal as he drew her skirt up to her waist. He wanted to taste her, but he just looked. His gaze rose from her bare thighs to her flushed face.
Beautiful.
“Hold this,” he said, indicating her skirt.
She held the gathered fabric and watched him unbutton his fly. When he freed his erection, she moistened her lips in anticipation. He lifted her against the wall and positioned himself at her opening. Then he was pushing inside her, inch by inch. Her body stretched to accommodate his. She was slick. He was hard. It worked.
It worked so good, he was close to finishing before he’d started.
He groaned, thrusting deeper. She grasped him like a hot fist. Her inner muscles fluttered around his shaft. He slid out and drove back in, harder. She closed her eyes and made little sounds of pleasure, driving him wild.
God. Her body was heaven.
He gripped her hips and gave her all he had, his jaw clenched tight. Her breasts jiggled from the impact and his shaft glistened with her moisture. She clung to his shoulders, letting him take what he wanted. He was moving too fast, leaving her behind, but it felt too good to stop. He lost himself in her. Spools of pleasure unraveled inside him and he shuddered against her. With a hoarse cry, he climaxed.
When he came back down to earth, he withdrew from her body. Warning bells clanged in the back of his mind. He hadn’t used a condom. He also hadn’t given her an orgasm.
Damn. Those were the two basics. Failing either was grounds for immediate dismissal from a lady’s bedroom. This was the woman he was in love with, too. He should be impressing her with his best moves, not banging her against a rock like a caveman.
He buttoned his pants and sank to a sitting position. He’d have to impress her later, after he’d caught his second wind. She didn’t seem disappointed. She fixed her clothes and snuggled against him.
“I didn’t use anything,” he said.
“It’s okay.”
“Are you protected?”
“No.”
He frowned at her answer. “Then it’s not okay, Layah.”
She sighed, touching her lips to his neck. “It is the wrong time of month.”
Her confidence didn’t reassure him, but he set aside that problem for now. “I’m sorry I didn’t bring you pleasure.”
“You brought me pleasure.”
“You didn’t come. I was out of control.”
“I liked that. It was very exciting.”
He shook his head in wonder. He’d never met a woman as adventurous as her. She took his breath away, over and over again. “If we live through the night, I’ll make it up to you. Slowly, for hours, in a real bed.”
She kissed his lips. “We will live.”
He rose to his feet and donned his shirt. Her optimism was rubbing off on him. They’d made it this far. They’d already overcome insurmountable odds. Maybe they’d evade the Iranian authorities and ride off into the sunset together. Stranger things had happened. “Are you ready? We should try to find a road before dark.”
She nodded her agreement and they started hiking again. It was late afternoon. He felt anxious, but invigorated. Yeah, he was in Iran, and he’d attacked three border guards. They were in a boatload of trouble. What else was new? This wasn’t the worst situation he’d been in. He’d just gotten laid, and that always improved his outlook. He was with a beautiful, sexy, passionate woman who couldn’t keep her hands off him.
They reached the other side of the mountain and looked around. He didn’t see any police. There was a road at the base of the hill that headed away from the border. He consulted the map from his pocket. It was in Arabic, so he couldn’t read it.
“I think this road goes to Hadishahr,” she said.
“Is that a big city?”
“No, but it might have
