“Yes, do it!” She grinded her hips against him. She was wild for him. Desperate. He looked like her personal Army of One, and she needed him.
Her eyes snapped open. She looked him over—a wall of muscle, glory, camo, and the face paint? He was rugged and “her type” to the Nth degree of hotness.
“You did this on purpose.” She shoved at his chest, but he gathered her wrists and locked them behind her, wedging them between the tree trunk and her back.
“You dressed like this on purpose. Tried to get me to give in to you,” she said.
With his free hand, he unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down. Once they bunched around her thighs, he pushed them to the ground with his foot, then locked her legs at her ankles. With his weight on her pants, the bunched cloth acted like cuffs. She was standing, legs spread, and couldn’t move.
“Just because I happen to look like your own personal fantasy, doesn’t mean you should hold it against me,” he said. “Besides, isn’t this what you wanted?” He unfastened his pants.
Yes, but he’d made her give up a real detail about herself. “I want you. But you…you’re…”
“Not playing fair?” he finished.
He reached into his pants, gripped his cock, and ran the head along her folds. She groaned. “Kind of like that little stunt you pulled the other night with your ‘quick meal’?”
He had her there. She might have used that to her advantage, like Gage was using his camo and manliness to his. And she was melting for him.
“Please take me now,” she begged as the hot crown of his cock barely nudged her opening. She lifted her hips to try to take him into her body, but he stilled her.
“We haven’t had a dinner date yet. And fucking in the woods doesn’t count as romance.”
Her eyes met his. “Then what…”
He thrust hard against her, running his big rod along her sex, and her head fell back. Her legs and hands were pinned. His big palm pressed against her stomach to keep her from moving. He had her in every way. And he wasn’t going to take all of it.
The thought sent fire raging through her; a cocktail of frustration mixed with lust and pent-up need.
“Feels like a compromise,” he said. The way he worked his hips was out of some manual for How to Be a Sex God without Actually Having Sex.
The velvety head of his cock briefly prodded at her opening, then ran up and down between her folds, hitting every nerve ending. He pumped faster against her clit before sliding back down to her opening, but never breaching.
He was spreading her moisture, using nothing but his impressive cock, and she was on the brink of coming from him not fucking her.
“You’re evil,” she said, but when he thrust up, pressing hard against her clit and rubbing wildly, she lost her voice.
“Really? Because it sounds like you’re enjoying this. Perhaps a thank you is more in line.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you. Please…” She tried to wiggle and get more, but it was no use.
“Please what?”
“Keep doing this. I want to come so bad.”
“I want you to,” he rasped in her ear. “Because you’re going to make me come, too.”
He yanked up her shirt, exposing her stomach, and moved faster. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? Making me crazed with needing to be inside you, and you’re going to make me come without even getting the chance.”
She knew the feeling. He had more restraint than she did, because she was ready to hand over anything he wanted if he’d take her deep.
The fire in her veins boiled and climbed from her toes to her breasts, snapping flicks of pleasure along the way. Her orgasm swept her up, took her over, and she couldn’t breathe. Didn’t want to. Didn’t need to. Because Gage was right there to breathe for her. Catch her. Consume her.
He groaned low, and the hot lash of his release hit her stomach as he moved up and down. After several deep breaths, his hold on her loosened. They both looked at his seed marking her. He smiled like he’d won some victory, and truth was, he kind of had. Gage exercised control in a way she’d never seen—and now she was marked by him.
He kissed her once, tucked his cock back into his pants, then reached in his pack and grabbed a wet wipe. He cleaned her stomach, then pulled her pants up and fastened them.
“I’ll be honest, sweetheart. This is the best mock rescue to date.”
She took a deep breath, trying not to let frustration override the bliss. But Gage was winning. She was ready to give in to whatever he wanted if it meant she got to have him.
Stay. Strong.
Be the fantasy. Not the reality.
“Well,” she said casually and picked a piece of bark off of her shoulder. “If half of your team responds the way you do, they should be here in no time.”
His eyes turned dark as he warded off a snarl. She was being bratty, but she didn’t care. He was messing with her sexy time and holding his body hostage against her.
She needed to make him break, and fast—before she broke first.