Despite the circumstances, it was immensely satisfying to have her in his arms again. The memory of their time together flashed in his head, and his cock responded. Joan wiggled against it, then looked up at him, her eyes wide.
“Now?” she whispered.
He lowered his head and breathed in her ear, delighting in the way she quivered against him. “Always.”
Her eyelids drooped, but this time he thought it was from desire rather than exhaustion. As he gathered her closer, he caught the sweet scent of her arousal. Looking around the cave in the dim glow of the emergency lighting, he realized that everyone else appeared to be asleep. Even George had his head buried beneath his tail.
“You must be very quiet,” he murmured, and before she could respond, he slipped his hand inside the open front of her coveralls. She had lowered the fastening due to the heat, and he had no problem reaching her luscious breast and circling her nipple. The taut peak hardened even further at his touch, stabbing against his palm. He longed to take the tempting morsel in his mouth, but he did not want to expose any more of her body. Instead, he concentrated on the tight little bud, rolling and pulling until she started to squirm in his arms.
“Quiet,” he repeated and she nodded, arching impatiently into his touch.
He removed his hand and saw her bite back a frustrated cry. With deliberate slowness he moved to the other breast and repeated the treatment until it too was swollen and throbbing against his hand.
“Varga…” she whispered urgently.
After another look around to make sure that everyone’s eyes were still closed, he let his hand descend further, skating over the soft curve of her stomach until he reached her damp curls. Not just damp, he realized as he explored. Her delightful little cunt was dripping, slippery with her desire. He slid a thick finger through her folds, and she turned her head, burying her soft cry against his chest.
Then her mouth closed over his nipple, hot, wet, and demanding, and he had to bite back a cry of his own. He had never considered that a sensitive area, but the urgency with which she was sucking on him sent a corresponding pulse through his cock. He remembered all too clearly what it had felt like when she took him into her mouth.
His cock ached, pulsing beneath her ass, and he felt her push down until he was cradled between her soft cheeks. He did his best to ignore it and concentrate on her. He circled the swollen pearl of her clit, until it emerged from its protective cover, then tried to insert his finger in her small channel. Gods, she was tight, her body resisting even the single digit. How had she managed to take him?
He adjusted his hand so he could continue teasing her small nub while he pressed deeper inside her. Her mouth on his chest was frantic, urgent, and the scent of her desire made his head swim with pleasure. He wanted to plunge inside her, to wring a scream of ecstasy from her lips, but he forced himself to keep his movements slow and quiet, even as her body tensed.
He pressed harder, stroked deeper, and felt her convulse, her whole body shaking. The muffled cry that escaped her lips was almost as satisfying as hearing her call out his name. She quivered against him, her climax continuing to roll over her until he finally, reluctantly, removed his hand.
His cock was so hard it was actually painful, but when she smiled up at him, he had no regrets. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips as her eyes fluttered closed and her body sagged against his. He let her sleep, keeping watch against any danger.
Chapter Thirteen
“Wake up, sweetheart. It’s time to leave.” Varga’s voice was a low rumble against her chest, and she stretched lazily, reaching for him even before her eyes opened.
“We don’t have time for that,” Saka snapped, and Joan’s eyes flew open, her face burning.
She had forgotten that they weren’t alone. Grabbing for the fastening to her coverall, she breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that it was closed once again.
“I’m afraid your delightful body is concealed once more,” Varga murmured, dark golden eyes warm with amusement, and more heat rushed her face as she remembered climaxing in his arms.
How could she have let him do that? She darted a quick glance around, but no one was watching her as they stood and stretched. She did the same, her muscles warm and loose, with only that pleasant heat between her legs to remind her of what they had done. What he had done—for her.
She snuck a quick look at him, but he still looked amused, not upset, even though she remembered how hard he had been beneath her when he sent her flying. What a surprisingly erotic experience despite, or perhaps even because, of the need for silence. His hands had been so slow, so persistent as he kept her perched on the edge of the cliff for so long before finally sending her tumbling over with one long stroke. She shivered at the memory and saw his eyes heat, but even as she started to sway towards him, she remembered their surroundings again.
With a wry smile,
