He was gone before she could answer. “Our first quarrel.” She trailed her fingers over her belly and took some deep breaths. “Your hunk of a daddy doesn’t listen too well, does he, sugar?”
She peeked out a window and was encouraged to see a screened-in porch on the back side of the cabin, but there was no obvious way to get out there. She tried to open a window, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Freeze!” Dev said harshly. She heard him hurry up behind her.
Holding her hands very still on the window frame, she tried to control her rapid heartbeat. He’d scared her half to death. “If this is your idea of sweet talking me into a favorite sexual position, your technique needs work.”
“No, damn it. I forgot about the booby traps on the windows.”
“Great.” A trickle of sweat dripped between her breasts. “That puts the heat problem into perspective.”
It only took him about thirty seconds to unhook some hidden wires, and then he moved her to the side and opened the window. Before she knew it, she was pressed against his chest. “Jesus, I’m sorry. I’m not used to having anyone here with me.”
That was good news. Pressed up against his body, his warmth and strength felt good in spite of the heat. He also smelled like a man should. Just soap and a little sweat. “Anymore little surprises like that?”
He blew out his breath, lifted her through the window and deposited her in a rocker on the porch. “Stay out here. I’ll make sure everything is safe.” He squatted down in front of her, wincing as he did so. “One more thing. I lied. Taking you from behind is definitely one of my fantasies.”
Chloe felt her nipples peak with interest, but shook her head. “Unless you can do something about this heat, soldier, you’re not going to get near me.”
He looked surprised. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“I’m pregnant. It’s July. It’s Georgia. There’s not a woman around who wouldn’t understand.”
“Hmmmmm.” He reached beneath her overalls and lightly stroked her right nipple, which, in spite of the heat, immediately hardened to nearly painful proportions. She parted her lips and took a shallow breath.
Dev met her eyes. “I’m hard. You’re hot. And I haven’t been with a woman since last July. There’s not a man around who’s more inspired than me to find a solution to the heat problem.” He kissed her quickly and climbed back through the window.
Fifteen minutes later, Chloe found herself trailing behind Dev on what Daniel Boone might have called a path, but was more like the unclaimed rainforest. Admittedly she was occasionally distracted from the oppressive heat by the fit of the faded green cargo shorts he now wore, not to mention his well-muscled legs and large feet encased in webbed sandals.
She wondered about the scars on his right knee and leg and the occasional limp in his stride. But all those thoughts were not enough to sidetrack her very long. If he thought this little hike was going to cool her off, she was stranded with a glass-half-full kind of guy. Optimistic but crazy.
Finally he slowed down, lifted a low tree branch and helped her move beyond it. Chloe found herself in a beautiful glade situated beside a small, shallow stream. Clear water tumbled lazily over and around irregular stones. Miraculously, the temperature was a full ten degrees lower.
Dev put his large backpack down and began to rummage. Soon a small canvas seat was in about a foot of water. He promptly stripped Chloe out of her overalls and sat her on the seat in her sleeveless undershirt and panties. The icy water covered her legs and nearly took her breath away. But it felt good. Damn good.
Dev took off his t-shirt and dipped it into the water, then drizzled some over her shoulders and breasts before gently wiping her face. “How’s that, Miss Chloe?”
“Heaven, Broderick Devlin. I just might survive more than a day up here.”
He gave her a quick, hard kiss, then waded back to the bank and started rustling in his sack. Chloe eventually heard hammering and turned to watch him work. The man did have a body. His tan shoulders were wide with back muscles rippling while he worked. The sight sent an annoyingly predictable shiver down Chloe’s back.
Those shivers told her she was close to the moment of truth. During the whole drive up, she had felt the blood pool heavily in her groin, smoldering like a banked fire, just waiting for a gust of wind to fan it into hot flames. The merest warm breath or the lightest touch on her clit would make her explode.
Chloe considered the problem carefully. If Dev was going to insist on hanging around for a few months, she might as well submit to the inevitable. Chloe hadn’t had sex in over two years. Why torture herself? If she was careful to not let it grow into anything besides sex, and knowing upfront he was going to leave, she’d be okay. It wouldn’t be like the unexpected desertions she’d experienced with her two serious relationships.
She could do this. No, she wanted to do this. She’d never been passive in the bedroom, but for some reason, in this situation, with this man, she felt like presenting herself to him on a platter. She might not think of herself as a fertility goddess, but she could handle a little worshipping. Oh, yeah.
Dev turned her way while he bent over to retrieve a tool. His chest was sprinkled with light brown hair with glimmers of gold in the sun. He was totally focused on his work.
She sighed with appreciation. His green eyes zeroed in on her at mach one speed, showing that perhaps he wasn’t a hundred percent focused on his work after all. Hmmmmm. Chloe deliberately cupped some water and drizzled it over her breasts.
“We’re going to both be a lot happier if I get this shelter finished before you make me come in there and get you,” he growled. There was nothing warm and fuzzy about the grim man who stood a few feet away, vibrating with tension.
Chloe looked away from his laser green gaze and noticed that there was some sort of a tent that he had created. The water was starting to feel too cold. And he looked very, very warm. In fact, one might even say hot. So she said the only sensible thing a woman in her position could suggest. “Hurry.”
Chapter Three
Ever since Dev had tucked Chloe into his car this morning, he had driven on autopilot, exercising the rest of his brain to concoct a variety of plans for a rapid and failsafe entry into her ripe, delectable body. That of course had led to an uncomfortable and semi-aroused state for the entire trip.
He’d finally managed to cool things down on the walk to the creek. All it took was one word from Chloe – hurry -- and zero to sixty, in five seconds flat, he felt the blood rush from his head straight into a sweetly painful erection.
He didn’t know why her skittishness had suddenly disappeared, but he was not about to tempt the gods and give her time to change her mind. In record time, he finished hammering in the stakes for the lean-to, stretched and secured the mosquito netting, and then pillowed the ground with a couple of sleek poncho liners, topped by mounds of silk from an old parachute.
He took a deep breath and willed his pulse to slow down, then turned to look at Chloe. She was better than any wet dream he’d ever had. Her long hair was piled on top of her head with a couple of sticks begging to be removed. The generous neck and arm holes of the sleeveless undershirt left very little cover for the holy-mother-of God mouth watering breasts that bulged out the top and sides. In fact, the wet cloth was plastered to her erect nipples and barely covered the dark areolas. Damn. His kid was going to be one lucky rug rat.
The desire he saw in her golden brown eyes was a sucker-punch to the gut. As if she could sense his weakness, Chloe slowly stood and placed her hands over her belly, which was clearly outlined by the wet cloth. The dark curls visible inside those wet, white panties drew his eyes.
Dev waded into the water and stroked her arms, then coaxed her against his chest while he devoured her mouth. He drew back with a harsh breath. “Now would be the time to tell me to stop.” He brushed her lower lip with his thumb. “Otherwise, you’re mine for the foreseeable future.”
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She leaned closer and whispered, “Go.”
Hooyah. Dev scooped up the chair with one hand and put his arm around her shoulders to double-time her to the towel he’d placed in front of the lean-to. He bent down to remove her sandals and couldn’t help but bury his face between her legs and breathe in her scent of cool water and earthy musk. Then he peeled the wet panties down and helped her step out of them. After a brief kiss upon her mound, he stood and lifted the undershirt over her head.
Dev’s mouth watered. Her breasts were spectacular. He leaned forward and licked a line between them while lifting them in each hand. Leaning back, he placed an index finger on each nipple. “You ready to come inside and play, baby?”
Her nipples hardened with the merest of touches and she sucked in her breath. “I’m all yours, big guy.” Surprising the hell out of him, she reached underneath the leg of his baggy cargo shorts and touched the tip of his cock. Since he was going commando, the touch of her finger on bare skin nearly made him whimper.
“You are a serious threat to my control.” He opened the mosquito netting and admired her sweet ass as she bent over to crawl inside. Dev stretched her wet clothing over the top of the lean-to, kicked off his sandals, and climbed in after her, securing the netting behind him. Sparing his knee for the moment, he sat in front of her with his right leg extended to her side.
She was kneeling, sitting back on her bent legs, a goddess awaiting attention from a devoted worshiper. He’d gladly give it, but not until she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. He’d be damned if he was the only one to feel hog-tied with need. He’d never wanted to hear a woman beg before, but he suddenly wanted to tie her down and make her scream for him. She’d kick his ass if she knew.
Dev lifted one breast and was amazed that it overflowed his large hand. “Take your hair down.”
He half expected her to tell him to go to hell, but she didn’t look offended at his commanding mood. Lifting her arms, she smiled at him as she slowly removed each clip. “Is this what you want?”
Holy shit. That and about eighty-seven other things he could think of.
Dev lifted her other breast and tried to read the thoughts behind those golden eyes. She seemed to want to play along. Her dark hair tumbled down her back and over his hands as they lifted her soft, succulent breasts. He wanted to feel that soft hair everywhere on his body. He shifted a thumb to one of her nipples and just held it still. ‘Kiss me.”
“Where?” she whispered.
His cock strained against his shorts. Pick me. Pick me. “Anywhere.”
She placed her hands on the ground on either side of his legs and licked his shoulder, then ran her lips up over his skin to his neck. The feel of her hair and nipples dragging across his chest was torture. She eased up and looked into his eyes, then lowered her soft lips to tease his mouth with breathless little nibbles. He rewarded her with a gentle flick of his thumbs on her hard nipples. She sucked in a breath.
He pulled back. “Does that hurt?”
“Yes.” When he withdrew his hands, she grabbed one and held it on her left breast. “And no. They’re very tender,” she looked down at his hand in hers, “but very needy.”
Dev bent his head and apologetically licked each nipple using feather light strokes of his tongue.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, whimpering with soft little moans, “I need more.” Dev slipped his hands down to the cheeks of her ass, then moved his fingers forward toward her swollen pussy. He squeezed her ass as he pulled her lips apart, then flicked her nipple a little stronger with his tongue. To his amazement, she came.
“Aaaaahhhhh,” she groaned, lurching forward, pushing her breast into his mouth and throwing her arms around his neck. Even with his fingers outside on the lips of her pussy, he felt the contractions pulsing within her. “Please,” she moaned, pushing her pelvis down onto his hands.
“Shhhhh, baby,” Dev whispered, moving his hands to her back and lowering her down onto the silky floor of his shelter.
“It’s not enough,” she moaned.
“I know. Daddy’ll make it all better.” Dev kissed his way down her belly, nuzzling her womb, finally moving his face between her legs. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating. He concentrated on slowing his heart rate, willing the pulse in his tight cock to stand down.
Dev ran a finger down the silky skin of her inner thighs, exerting the tiniest bit of pressure outwards. He then reached back for each lovely foot and admired those ripe mango toenails before placing them on his shoulders.
“Dev,” she whispered, “this is killing me.”
He stroked her inner thighs again, pushing out with just a finger tip. “Open up, sweetheart.” Without hesitation, her knees drifted apart and he felt like a fucking king. He was humbled by her trust.
The view was mesmerizing. The lips of her pussy were swollen and red, her clit engorged and hard. He blew softly over her glistening slit, then barely stroked a finger through the moisture. Inserting the tip of his finger just inside her slit, he lapped up the creamy gush of arousal that seeped from her center. Her hips lifted, pushing herself further onto his finger.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered against her hot center. “You’re so beautiful.” There was a rustle of silk as she squirmed and clutched the fabric with her fists.
Dev reached up and lightly pinched the hood of her clit. “Can Chloe come for Daddy?” He steadily advanced his finger to his knuckle and flicked her clit with his tongue.
The contractions around his finger squeezed him like a vise, making it tough to deprive his rampant cock from its need to plunge inside and feel her milk him. But Chloe seemed desperate and he didn’t want to shorten her climax. “That’s my girl. So sweet.” He cupped her with his hand and withdrew his finger with painstaking slowness, soothing her with murmurs and kisses on the silky skin of her inner thighs.
Her responsiveness was killing him and was like nothing he’d ever experienced. He wanted to bury himself and stay there forever. He wanted to own her.
Dev scooted up over her, ignoring the pain in his knee, and met her dazed eyes. “Hey, Miss Chloe. You all right?”
“I’ve never been like this,” she said, shuddering with an aftershock. “I mean it still isn’t enough.” She moved her hands down his chest and landed at his waistband, before sliding her hand down to grasp him. “I need you.”
He smiled. “And I thank the gods above that you do.”
Dev slipped his shorts down, enjoying the relief now that his cock had some breathing room. He pulled a condom from the pocket before tossing his shorts aside, but she reached for the packet in his hand. “I have it on good authority that you’re a perfectly healthy man. My OB doctor tells me I’m okay.” Her other hand drifted down and she lightly ran a finger over his erection, tip to hilt. “And since contraception is clearly not a problem ....”
He tossed the condom over his shoulder without a qualm. It had been fifteen years since he’d been inside a woman without protection and his cock grew another inch. But before he could lower himself onto her, she put a hand on his chest. “Um, with your knee, and with my belly, don’t you think it would be better if, um .…”
He laughed and kissed her. “You’re awful bossy all of a sudden.” He rolled onto his back and lifted her over him. “Put me inside you, sweet Chloe.”
When her hand touched him, he sucked in a breath, then clenched his teeth as she fed the head of his cock into her hot, tight passage. “Put your hands on my chest.”
When she complied, he used his hold on her waist to lower her slightly onto him. She was snug. He gritted his teeth, making himself stop. “You okay?”
She sucked in a breath. “You’re, um, kind of big.”
“Take your time, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” Retreat was not an option. Dev didn’t care if it took the next hour, but he was getting inside. He lifted his head and kissed her like she was the last woman on earth. He placed soft drugg
ing kisses against her lips, sucking her tongue when she offered it, and pulling her lips softly with his teeth, all the while nudging her deeper and deeper onto his cock.
She smiled down at him. “It’s okay now.”
“Just okay?” He hissed between his teeth. He could feel her cream dripping down her legs, mixing with the hair of his groin. He lowered her another inch.
“Aaahh,” she moaned, “it’s, you’re, oh, God, it’s been so long.”
He lowered her more and flexed his hips to thrust home, gratified to hear her whimper of pleasure, trying with every breath not to whimper himself. Every primitive instinct in his brain screamed for him to conquer and claim, to plunder the wonder of this woman until his strength was gone.
Instead, he waited for her to mold herself around his length. Her eyes were wide, golden pools shimmering with promise and trust. “Ah, damn you feel good, sweetheart.” He lifted his trembling hands to her breasts, shifting them gently, brushing her nipples with his thumbs. “You gonna ride me, Miss Chloe?”
Keeping her hands on his chest, she began to lift herself up and down, slowly riding his cock. Her eyes closed. Her lips parted and her nipples thickened and pouted for attention. Dev watched the flush spread over her chest and breasts. He touched her hands and whispered, “Play with your breasts, baby. Show me what feels good.”
Leaning back, lost in her passion, Chloe lifted her breasts and stroked her fingers back and forth over her nipples. Dev could have watched her all day, but his cock had other ideas. She sheathed him tighter than a condom, sliding up and down, bouncing the head of his penis deep against her cervix. “Dev,” she cried, so close to the edge he could feel her starting to tighten around him.
Reaching down to her clit, he pressed, and at the same time thrust his hips hard, deep into her core. She screamed. She came. And came. Her climax toppled Dev over the edge with her. “Fuck!” He lifted her hips and plunged her up and down his throbbing cock, touching her center, emptying his balls, tipping his world off of its carefully balanced axis.
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