“Why is that?” he asked.
“Because it’s so hard to get back to sleep.”
“It’ll be fine,” he murmured.
She smiled and then winced. “How come I’m still wearing my bra?”
“Because I didn’t want to strip you right down to the skin,” he said.
She sighed, got up, and walked to the bathroom, and, when she came back out, she had on a nightie. She said, “I always leave some clothes here.” And, with that, she yawned and crawled back into bed.
He walked around the cabin. Every time he checked on her, she was in a different position.
Finally she groaned, sat up, and announced, “I can’t sleep.”
“You want to sit outside here with me?” he asked.
She thought about it and nodded. “Sure.” And sat beside him. “I always loved it out here in the evening,” she said.
“I don’t think three-thirty, almost four a.m. now, is evening,” he said, with a chuckle.
She smiled and nodded. “It’s also cool.” He patted his lap, and she crawled onto his lap and curled up. “I forgot how warm you were,” she said, snuggling in close.
“Well, you’re not wearing much this time,” he said.
“So, if you’re on watch,” she said, “I guess no hanky-panky, huh?”
A rumble moved up his chest as he chuckled. “Shouldn’t, no,” he said.
“Shouldn’t but that doesn’t mean no,” she said. She looked up at him and said, “What better way to keep an eye on me? I mean, other than keeping two hands on me.”
And, at that, Eva slipped her hands underneath Diesel’s T-shirt and up across his belly and chest. He sucked in his breath and said, “Just because we think we’re safe …”
“I know,” she said. “I so desperately want to believe we’re safe.”
“I know,” he said. And she started to kiss him on the side of the neck up to his ear, blowing gently inside, and he felt his belly tighten and his groin swell. “That’s definitely dangerous.”
“Nope,” she said, “I’ll take this as a nightcap. To help me get back to sleep again.”
“Sex is a way to go back to sleep?”
“God, I hope so,” she said. “I’m so tired, and I’m so wound up that I don’t even know what I’m worried about.”
“Are you worried?”
“I am,” she said. “It just feels like it’s not over.”
He didn’t say anything.
She looked at him. “Why can’t we grab a few minutes just for ourselves?”
“I didn’t say we can’t,” he said. He gave himself thirty seconds to think about it, and then he stood up with her in his arms. And, making her laugh, he carried her all the way back to the bedroom, where he tossed her gently on the bed. She immediately popped up onto her knees and pulled her nightie up over her head and tossed it onto the bed beside her. He stared, his breath frozen, desperately trying to escape his chest. “My God,” he murmured, “you’re just gorgeous.”
She was lean, trim, full-breasted, and gorgeous. He gave a happy sigh, as he quickly pulled off his T-shirt over his head and chucked off his jeans and boxers. He stepped forward, and she stared at him in surprise.
“Talk about gorgeous,” she murmured, her hands reaching eagerly for his erection. He tried to step back, but she had already caught him, her hands avid as they explored his hips, then his testicles and his groin. When they slipped down his thighs to come back up between his thighs, he shuddered and laid her back down on the bed. “It’ll be well over,” he said. “You can’t do that to me.”
“Well, I can,” she said, wrapping a thigh around him and rubbing her pelvis against him. “Because I want this as much as you do. At the same time, it feels like we’ve been heading for this stage for a long time.”
“We’ve hardly known each other but several days,” he protested.
“I know,” she said, “but what we do know, we like each other.”
“No arguments there,” he said, his voice thick. He kissed her rather desperately. But, when she wrapped her thighs around his hips and started to rub at a faster and faster pace, he groaned and pushed his weight down against her. “Slow down,” he whispered. “Slow down.”
She smiled, looked up, kissed him gently, and said, “Nope, not going to.”
Chapter 15
No way in hell would Eva slow down. She felt the passion riding her hard and fast. She flipped him over onto his back, and, before he had a chance to react, she lowered herself onto his shaft and ground her hips tight against his. She gasped and cried out, arching her back, as the first of the shock waves shuddered through her. He reached up, held her hips tight, and ground up higher against her, sending even more shock waves through her.
While she still shuddered, he slowly explored the heart of her, open and waiting, spreading the moisture around, gently teasing the tiny nub before his hand slid up over her belly to cup and explore her breasts. When he finally couldn’t stand it, he sat up and pulled her toward him, so he could awkwardly suckle her breasts, first one and then the other, showering each nipple with his attention.
Feeling his way, he explored and stroked that space between her buttocks and upper spine and over her shoulders and down and around her arms. When he finally lay beneath her, shuddering again, his hips moving, driving up slowly and slowly, she leaned over and grabbed his shoulders and whispered, “Ready for round two?”
“You might be,” he said, “but I’m desperate for round one.” And he lunged upward. She took over the rhythm and started to ride, slow, deep, then long and fast. And, when he exploded beneath her, she collapsed on top of him, feeling the shock waves once again rippling through her. She lay atop him, covered in sweat, enjoying the
