She didn't answer in words. Instead she tugged him down to her, and then she softly opened her mouth to his.
He lost himself in the kiss, their connection erasing all his fears, masking all the horror. When they pulled apart, he was breathing hard, his cock so hard he thought he would burst.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded, her eyes wide. "Aren't you?"
"I--yeah. Yeah."
She licked her lips and then pulled off her shirt. And goddamn it--goddamn it--he lost it. He came in his damn pants just from the sight of her pale skin and her round, perfect breasts.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
She shut him up with kisses, and he moaned as she reached for the drawstring of the ugly pants they'd given him, then loosened them so they fell off his hips. They hadn't given him underwear, so he was naked now, and he kicked the sticky pants off and away.
"Just touch me," she said. "Please?"
Oh, yeah. He could do that. He eased her back, then untied the drawstring of her pants, too. He eased them down, whimpering a little when he saw the first hint of pubic hair.
He'd seen naked women before in magazines, but he'd only fantasized about Jane. She was prettier than he'd ever imagined. He wanted to hold her close and never let go. He wanted to be her protector. Her knight. He wanted to do the kinds of things with her he'd only read about.
He wanted to do everything with her. To her.
He wanted to make her forget they were captives. He wanted to escape with her, even if only into themselves.
And, he realized, he was rock hard again.
Sweet.
"Your shirt," she said, and he ripped it over his head and tossed it aside. For a moment, he was afraid they'd come in. That he and Jane would get caught. But he pushed the thought aside. He didn't care anymore. He didn't know if they were going to live or die. He was going to do what he wanted. He was going to have the girl he wanted. The girl he loved.
"I love you," he whispered, because he had to tell her again.
"I love you, too." She licked her lips. "Have you ever--"
"No!" He'd never wanted to with anyone else. There was only her. "Have you?"
"I only want you," she said, and he melted all over again.
Slowly, he drew his fingers over her, mesmerized by the way her muscles tightened as he trailed up her belly. He cupped a breast in his hands, loving the way it fit, the way she made that sweet little noise. And when he sucked on her tit, the darker part around the nipple puckered up and she got so tight and so hard that it was like he could feel it, too, in his cock.
She rolled over on her side, and he stroked his fingers down her waist and over her hips as she touched him, first trailing her fingertips over his jaw. "You're getting a beard," she said, then grinned. "It's sexy."
He felt his face heat with a blush. "Yeah, well, it's not like they gave me a razor."
"I like it." She turned her head away as if shy. "I like the way it feels when you kiss me."
"Yeah?"
She nodded, then bit her lower lip as she moved her hand lower and lower until her fingers were twined in his pubic hair and his cock was twitching. And then, when she closed her hand around him, he closed his eyes and groaned.
When he opened them again, she smiled shyly, looking pleased with herself.
"Lay back," he said, giving her a tiny push. "Fair is fair."
She did, and because he wanted to one-up her, he used his mouth to tease her belly. To move lower until her pubic hair tickled his mouth and he slid his hands up to push apart her thighs.
She tensed. "Dallas--"