Shelter (Heroes of Big Sky 2)

“Tell me.”

“Your hands on me.”

I feel the smile spread and know—without a doubt in my mind—that this is the invitation I’ve been looking for.

I take the wine out of her grasp and set it aside, then guide her down onto the cushions the way I did in the chalet just a week ago.

“The best part,” I say and kiss the inside of her ankle, “was exploring you. Every single inch of you. And I intend to do the same tonight. I’m taking it slow with you.”

“So, you’re trying to kill me, then.” She gasps when I lick the underside of her knee. “Death by torture.”

“I want you to lie back, empty that busy brain of yours, and just enjoy yourself. Enjoy us.” I kiss her calf as I press my thumb into the arch of her foot and make her moan deliciously.

And when I kiss the inside of her thigh, and she arches her back, gripping a pillow like a lifeline, I can barely hold myself back from taking her right here and now.

But I’m taking it slow.

I let my fingertips linger on the elastic of her panties, and when I slide the fabric down her legs and open her wide, I’m met with a wet, gorgeous pussy.

Her fingers dive into my hair as I work her over with my mouth, licking and teasing the hard nub of her clit until her legs shake uncontrollably.

“I can’t,” she moans as she tries to catch her breath. “I can’t do it again.”

“You can.” I push my hand under the hem of her shirt and cup her breast, brushing my thumb over the hard peak of her nipple. With my other hand, I press one finger inside of her. “Give me one more, Remi.”

“Oh, shit.” She arches her neck and succumbs to wave after wave of pleasure as it moves through her. When she settles a bit, she opens those vibrant, violet eyes and stares at me as I lick my finger clean. “You’re way overdressed for this.”

She sits up and reaches for my belt. Her movements are painfully slow, and I reach down to help, but she bats my hands away.

“No way, cowboy. It’s my turn to tease the hell out of you.”

“Fair’s fair, I guess.”

She grins up at me, unfastens my jeans, and then slides her hand inside, the back of her hand flat against my stomach until her fingertips brush over my already hard and pulsing cock.

I might go cross-eyed.

And, frankly, I don’t care.

I’ve never been so thoroughly worked over. As if it’s someone’s job in life. She’s slow and steady, using both her hands and her mouth to drive me out of my mind with pleasure and desire for her.

“I will not come in your mouth,” I growl as I take her shoulders in my hands and ease her away. “I feel like I’ve waited eons to be inside of you, damn it.”

Her smile is full of female satisfaction as she threads her fingers through my hair once more and moves to straddle my lap.

“I think we should remedy that.”

“Hold on.”

I fumble through the throw blankets and find the foil packet I stashed there earlier, but before I can roll the condom on, she takes it from my grasp and does it for me.

She sheaths me her damn self.

“I’m keeping you forever,” I say, making her laugh. When the condom is on all the way, Remi slowly lowers herself over me until she’s seated fully, staring into my eyes. “Jesus you’re snug.”

She rests her forehead against mine. “I think you’re big.”

That makes me flash a smile. “Maybe both.”

She starts to move her hips, back and forth, grinding and clenching. I ball the hem of the T-shirt she’s wearing and pull it over her head, tossing it onto the floor next to us.

“Your skin is pure sin in the firelight,” I murmur.

“I was thinking the same about you,” she whispers. “God, you do things to me.”

“That’s my line.” I cup her ass and move her onto her back, brace myself over her, and take control of the rhythm. The strokes are long and deep. Slow.

I lower my lips to hers, sinking into her. Her long legs wrap around my waist, and it feels like coming home.

Like this, like she is where I’m supposed to be.

“So beautiful,” I whisper and pick up the pace when she brazenly cups my ass and urges me to go faster. “So demanding.”

She bites my shoulder. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

We laugh. She sighs. I groan.

And, finally, here in front of the fire in my little house, we lose control and succumb to the fire burning inside of us.

“Holy,” she says and swallows hard as she catches her breath, “shit.”

“Yeah.”

I fall onto my back and stare at the exposed wood beams of my ceiling.

“That’s it?” she asks. “That’s all you have to say?”