WILD MEN OF ALASKA

chapter ELEVEN

Eva caught her breath at the predatory look in Lynx’s eyes.

He’d gone from perplexed, to worry, to decision. And his decision had gooseflesh rising up all over her body.

He stood at the end of the bed and never broke eye contact. Sprawled on the blankets, she didn’t breathe as he untied his boots and toed them off. She wanted to smooth the skirt down her legs from where it was bunched on her upper thighs, but was almost afraid to move, worried that if she did, he’d pounce.

She thought she’d been ready to be taken, but by the sweet, thoughtful man who had brought her chocolate, and picked her wildflowers.

This man was someone different.

Wild, hot, unpredictable, looking a lot like the feral arctic cat he was named after. He was so far out of her realm of experience, for the first time in her life she didn’t know what to do.

Her eyes widened as he jerked his t-shirt off, and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, taking his plaid boxers off with his pants, leaving him completely naked at the end of her bed.

Oh, she was in trouble.

He was glorious...and huge.

His penis pulsed forward, thick and long, and fear strangled her excitement. There was no freaking way. He’d render her in two.

She scrambled up the bed, but he grabbed her ankles and yanked her back down, holding her spread out before him. He growled, and she let out a startled squeak, feeling like a mouse caught in the clutches of a cat. A thrill she didn’t want to put a name to strangled her vocal cords and had her breathing in short, choppy bursts of air.

He stripped off her skirt in one yank, leaving her wearing only the thong, and strappy heels. His eyes blazed amber at the thin, lacy, thong she wore. A raw, inhuman sound traveled up his chest and vibrated out his throat. He crawled up her body, all six feet and three inches of him. Toffee smooth skin, swathed over rock-hard muscle, caged her on the bed. His considerable weight pinned her to the mattress. Her hands came up to push against his immovable chest, to no avail. She might as well be pushing against a concrete dam.

He settled in the apex of her thighs, his hands grabbed her legs spreading them farther apart for the breadth of his hips.

She braced herself for what was to come. The little piece of lace that covered her wouldn’t bar his penetration. His fingers tore the lace in two at her hips. The friction of lace grazed her *oris in a long delicious abrasion as he slowly pulled it free of her body. Her legs clenched around him, her hands falling away from pushing against his chest and grabbed at his hips, as her lower body tried to seek more.

She was totally naked except for her shoes and jewelry, and she’d never felt more vulnerable...or more alive. More in tuned to Lynx’s every move, every touch as he knocked her off balance with every second that ticked by.

Sex with Davis had taken place in the dark, under the covers, probably so he could fantasize that she was someone else.

It was daylight, she had no idea what time it was, but the sun was full and bright, and Lynx was big and bold, taking charge of her, reminding her with every heated look and touch that she was a woman, physically weaker and softer than him. There was a dangerous element to being anchored under him that she shouldn’t admit thrilled her, just a little.

Scared her, too. More than a little.

“Do I need a condom?” he asked, as though forming words pained him.

“Uh...yes.” She nervously licked her lips. His eyes watched her tongue, and then he claimed her mouth, making her forget about protection and everything else.

It was a brand more than a kiss. He plundered the depths of her mouth, his tongue dueled and conquered hers as though he were giving her some insight of what to expect. He tore his lips free of hers and met her eyes for a long moment as though to see if she got the message. Then he clamped his mouth over her breast, his teeth taking her nipple, so his tongue could flick back and forth over the tip.

On a startled screech, her back arched like a bow, and his arm snaked under her, pulling her closer to him, if that were possible. Overwhelmed with sensations that she’d never felt before, Eva squirmed, seeking out his erection, wanting to ride his thick shaft as he sucked and tormented her nipple.

“Please,” she begged, not believing what she was asking. She’d seen that thing. Knew there was no way they would fit together, and yet she didn’t care. She’d never felt this way before, like she wanted to sink her teeth into him, and then she found herself doing exactly that.

He growled, as her teeth bit into his shoulder, the sound more of a snarl as he moved his hips lower out of the reach of her questing need. He released her nipple and turned to the other one. Grabbing both of her hands in one of his, he anchored them above her head.

She was caught, laid out for his pleasure and dark urges. Liquid heat flared her insides to an out of control inferno.

This man, what was he?

He purred against her nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. Her inner muscles quivered as they contracted around emptiness, wanting him inside her. Then his fingers were there, tormenting her, testing her, twisting and flicking the sensitive nub that had suddenly become her universe.

Her hips arched off the bed as he inserted one finger, then two, then three inside her, stretching her. A rumbling of what she thought was satisfaction pulsated from him at finding her wet and slick with want.

He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her while his thumb did a titillating dance with her *oris. Her hips gyrated with him, arching, meeting the thrusts of his hand. His mouth continued to play homage to her breasts as he worked her like an instrument. Seeming to know just what she needed when she needed it. How hard to push, when to let up, until she flew. Her world burst into little sparks of color as it imploded around her.

She lay there gasping and tried to understand what had just happened. She’d climaxed before, mostly by herself, and never like that.

But he wasn’t done with her yet.

Lynx inched off her and stood at the end of the bed, if anything looking more predatory than he had before. There was a glint of satisfaction and craving in his gaze that had her sucking in air for what would happen next. She worried her lower lip with her teeth as she once again took in the man before her. If anything he was larger, thicker.

He grabbed a condom from the pocket of his jeans, and with a rip of foil, sheathed himself.

How was she going to do this?

The question was taken out of her hands when he confused her by gently picking up her foot and taking off her shoe, kissing the sensitive skin on the inner part of her ankle. Who knew the area of her ankle was so sensitive?

Apparently he did.

In turn, he did the same with her other shoe and ankle. He knew other places too, farther up her calf, then behind her knees, the inside of her thighs. His lips nibbled, and his tongue licked and teased erogenous zones she had believed in medical school to be a myth. Lord knew no other man had ever found them on her body.

Until now.

He took his time exploring, letting her float in a sea of sensation that was more enticing and seductive than any drug. She was his to mold, to have, to do with what he wished. There was no objection, no voice willing to work as his mouth found her. He spread her open for him to feast, his tongue circling, stabbing, sucking. His lips nipping, his teeth grazing.

Inserting two fingers inside her this time, he growled in appreciation as she moaned with pleasure. He took his time, but it wasn’t long before stars exploded before her eyes again. Her world tipped as she soared to the heavens.

Boneless, she floated back to earth. With no strength left to brace herself for his penetration, she was beyond caring if the act killed her. At this point, she’d die with a smile on her face.

Positioned at her opening, he slowly and relentlessly entered her. He gave no quarter, and held her down with his hands on her hips keeping her from moving. His taking was deliberate...and perfect. He filled her as no man ever had or, she doubted, ever would again. If he hadn’t made her come twice already, prepared her body to receive him, she didn’t think it would have happened.

He groaned and closed his eyes. “You feel so f*cking good.”

His words thrilled her. They were naughty and dark and promised things she couldn’t wait to partake of. Then he was seated so deep inside her she couldn’t breathe. He waited, giving her time to adjust to his size.

It was perfect, so deliciously perfect. She’d never felt so in tune with another man, so much a part of him and him with her. Just as slowly as he’d entered her, he pulled out and entered her again. Each thrust gathered force and speed until he began to hammer into her. The tension rose, became too much. She twisted on the bed, her legs locking around his waist.

He wouldn’t have it and pulled her legs from around him and stretch them farther apart as he bucked into her. A hoarse cry tore from him, and he bared his clenched teeth. Veins roped in his neck as his shoulder muscles bunched.

Heat climbed in her again, this time becoming a viral thing that consumed and demanded her ultimate surrender. She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her.

His body arched and shuddered. He gripped her hips and pulled her even tighter against him as he pulsed deeper within her.

Spent, he slowly collapsed on top of her, and she gave into the darkness.