He squeezed lotion into his hand, then cupped her calf and slowly rubbed up and down. Wow, that felt good. Using both hands, he encompassed her whole ankle and slid up to her knee, then back down again. Up and down.
Her head threatened to loll, but he moved to the next leg. His rough hands were so big on her that he covered the entire surface area of her leg just with his hands.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, then realized she’d said so out loud.
He smiled. “All about moisture, princess,” he said, and when his hands got a little higher, his fingers skimmed along her panties. She jolted when he pressed against her silk-covered clit. “I see you’re wet. That’s good,” he growled low.
She wanted more contact, but he removed his hands, leaving her skin tingling and dying for more.
“Sustenance is another thing you need to keep in mind,” he said, that gravelly voice washing over her as he glanced around the small items on the counter again. Finally picking up decadent little chocolates she’d just had imported from France. They were individually wrapped and the best thing on the planet.
“You need to keep your strength up when you’re in the wilderness, right, princess?”
She nodded, keeping his gaze ensnared as he unwrapped the chocolate. He trailed it along her lips, and she opened for him. He placed the small treat on her tongue, and she let the warm chocolate melt in her mouth while he watched her enjoy it.
“You may be all right with a short burst of sugar, but a man like me needs more to satisfy him.”
She glanced over his hard body, and yes, a man like him would need more to keep him energized. Staying between her legs, he knelt down and moved her panties to the side, exposing her sensitive flesh. She felt his breath against her, felt his eyes drinking her in.
“Mmmm, I could just take you along with me everywhere as my own personal snack.”
He leaned in and ran his tongue along her folds.
She gasped and wiggled.
“Easy,” he said. “I let you enjoy your treat; now let me enjoy mine.”
She nodded, and those searing green eyes of his looked up at her while he leaned in again and licked her entire sex.
He delved deep. Sheathed his tongue inside of her and nibbled the sensitive bundle of nerves with his upper lip.
Eating her.
Devouring her.
Every nerve ending she had was bursting with hot pleasure.
He hummed, and that vibration sent chills racing from her core to her spine. Good lord, the man’s mouth was magic. He was enjoying her, and in that moment, she did feel like a treat.
“I may have to visit you here more often,” he rasped against her heat, then dove in to lick and sample her again. “Or you can be my terrain partner. Every time I get hungry…we can stop so I can feast on you.” He flicked his tongue over and over every inch of her flesh, and with every lash, heat built inside her, and the searing orgasm she was trying to hold on threatened to explode.
“I must warn you,” he said, diving back inside deep, then pulling out. “I get hungry often.” He thrust hard again, then rained down wet flicks over her clit until she couldn’t see anything but a white light dance over her eyes.
“Oh God…Dex…” With his name on her lips, she fell over the brink and gave herself to the sexy, strong man who was indeed snacking on her. Pleasure shot from her toes to her scalp, and she twisted in the binds on her wrists and let the sparks take over.
He kissed her thighs, then took a big bite. It didn’t hurt. It stung in a good way and made the pleasure heighten.
He rose to face her.
“Funny thing about sweet treats.” He leaned in and kissed her quick on the lips. “They become addicting.”
She nodded, words proving to be difficult at the moment. All she wanted to do was taste him.
She reached out to grab his mouth with hers and kiss him deep. She tasted sweetness. Herself and the chocolate he’d given her. It was all wrapped into a delicious treat far better than the chocolate alone. Sex and sugar and raw wild man was what she tasted, and it was truly addicting.
She kissed him hard, wanting to reach out, but her hands were tied tight. He’d used her own supplies against her, and now she wanted to reach out and cling to him. Wanted more.
He kissed her back, one hand trailing down her top, unbuttoning as he went. Once the front button was unfastened and her blouse gaped open, he reached in behind her to unfasten her bra. With her arms tied, she couldn’t help him remove her shirt or her bra. But that didn’t seem to matter to him.
He spread her shirt wide and slid her bra down until her breasts were exposed. That was all he needed. Her clothes were a tangled mess around her, but she didn’t care. He was a force of nature, and she was exposed to him. This was her opportunity to prove that she could survive. He fastened that wicked mouth onto one nipple, and it was all she needed to arch and gasp for more.
“Is there a damn part of you that isn’t made of honey?” he growled against her breast and sucked again, long and hard. Her cleavage bounced from his insistent suction, pulling and licking and devouring just like he had between her legs.
Eating her up and drinking her down.