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cement city and using your goddamn sexy charms on one of the men there.” His nostrils flared with each heavy breath, and Savannah could tell that he was at his breaking point.
“I’m here now.” Savannah touched his ripped abs with her fingertips. She felt him shudder beneath her touch, and she looked at her hand in surprise. He released her wrists, and she placed her palm over his hammering heart and stepped closer. He smelled like the earth and sheer masculinity, and as he stared down at her, she reached up and touched his cheek. It felt just as she’d thought it might as she was lying in her tent earlier in the evening, remembering every line of his striking features. Her finger trailed the edge of his clenched jaw, lightly touching the muscles as they rose and eased repeatedly, and Savannah couldn’t keep herself from stepping on her tiptoes and planting a soft kiss on the center of his chin, then running her finger over the swell of his lower lip.
He growled a dangerous indiscernible warning that only further stimulated her desires before whispering, “Savannah.”
His plea landed in her ears as an invitation. Without any conscious thought, she lifted up on her toes again and ran her tongue along the lip she’d just touched.
“Jack,” she whispered, hoping he heard the invitation in her voice, too.
His eyes opened wide and then narrowed again, and in the next second, he grabbed her hips and pulled her close, taking her in the same deep, passionate kiss that he had the first time they’d kissed. His tongue moved forcefully through her mouth as he took a fistful of her hair and wrenched her neck back, opening her mouth wider to him. The pleasure and pain was so intense that Savannah moaned as his teeth found her neck, his hands slipped beneath the waist of her jeans, under which she was naked, and he brushed her bare skin. His eyes opened wide and he slid his hands around her hips and grabbed her ass.
“Jesus, Savannah.”
He pulled her to him and ground his hips into hers, feasting on her mouth like he’d been waiting for her his whole life. Savannah drew air from his lungs, clawing hastily at his shirt, pulling it from the confines of his jeans and grabbing the hot bare flesh of his scarred back. She lifted his shirt and bent to his chest, flicking his nipple with her tongue until it was peaked with arousal. Then she sucked, swirling circles around the pebbled skin with her tongue. He yanked her head back again and took her in another rough kiss. They both came away panting.
“We should stop,” he said.
He didn’t wait for a response. He lifted her sweatshirt up and groaned at the sight of her bare breasts before cupping them in his hands and running his tongue over the sensitive skin between. “You’re so beautiful.”
He took her right breast in his mouth, grazing her nipple with his teeth. Savannah gasped as he moved to the other breast. His hands were rough and sure against her as together they stumbled backward toward the boulder. He pressed her against the cold, hard rock. Every inch of his thick length ground into her hips as he lifted her sweatshirt over her head, then reached one arm over his back and pulled his own shirt over his head. The shock of cold air against her already heated body sent her hands reaching for him again. And— oh God —his chest was so dense and powerful as his hands gripped her ribs and kissed her neck. He touched the button of her jeans and drew back, piercing her with a hot stare—a fierce lion ready to take his lioness. She reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, then stepped from them, shivering with desire as much as from the cold. She’d never been that bold with a man before, but Jack was just that—all man—and she wanted every inch of him.
He trailed his eyes down her hairless body, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple jumping in his thick neck. His eyes landed on the little skin-colored patch on her lower abdomen.
“Birth control patch,” she
“I’m here now.” Savannah touched his ripped abs with her fingertips. She felt him shudder beneath her touch, and she looked at her hand in surprise. He released her wrists, and she placed her palm over his hammering heart and stepped closer. He smelled like the earth and sheer masculinity, and as he stared down at her, she reached up and touched his cheek. It felt just as she’d thought it might as she was lying in her tent earlier in the evening, remembering every line of his striking features. Her finger trailed the edge of his clenched jaw, lightly touching the muscles as they rose and eased repeatedly, and Savannah couldn’t keep herself from stepping on her tiptoes and planting a soft kiss on the center of his chin, then running her finger over the swell of his lower lip.
He growled a dangerous indiscernible warning that only further stimulated her desires before whispering, “Savannah.”
His plea landed in her ears as an invitation. Without any conscious thought, she lifted up on her toes again and ran her tongue along the lip she’d just touched.
“Jack,” she whispered, hoping he heard the invitation in her voice, too.
His eyes opened wide and then narrowed again, and in the next second, he grabbed her hips and pulled her close, taking her in the same deep, passionate kiss that he had the first time they’d kissed. His tongue moved forcefully through her mouth as he took a fistful of her hair and wrenched her neck back, opening her mouth wider to him. The pleasure and pain was so intense that Savannah moaned as his teeth found her neck, his hands slipped beneath the waist of her jeans, under which she was naked, and he brushed her bare skin. His eyes opened wide and he slid his hands around her hips and grabbed her ass.
“Jesus, Savannah.”
He pulled her to him and ground his hips into hers, feasting on her mouth like he’d been waiting for her his whole life. Savannah drew air from his lungs, clawing hastily at his shirt, pulling it from the confines of his jeans and grabbing the hot bare flesh of his scarred back. She lifted his shirt and bent to his chest, flicking his nipple with her tongue until it was peaked with arousal. Then she sucked, swirling circles around the pebbled skin with her tongue. He yanked her head back again and took her in another rough kiss. They both came away panting.
“We should stop,” he said.
He didn’t wait for a response. He lifted her sweatshirt up and groaned at the sight of her bare breasts before cupping them in his hands and running his tongue over the sensitive skin between. “You’re so beautiful.”
He took her right breast in his mouth, grazing her nipple with his teeth. Savannah gasped as he moved to the other breast. His hands were rough and sure against her as together they stumbled backward toward the boulder. He pressed her against the cold, hard rock. Every inch of his thick length ground into her hips as he lifted her sweatshirt over her head, then reached one arm over his back and pulled his own shirt over his head. The shock of cold air against her already heated body sent her hands reaching for him again. And— oh God —his chest was so dense and powerful as his hands gripped her ribs and kissed her neck. He touched the button of her jeans and drew back, piercing her with a hot stare—a fierce lion ready to take his lioness. She reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, then stepped from them, shivering with desire as much as from the cold. She’d never been that bold with a man before, but Jack was just that—all man—and she wanted every inch of him.
He trailed his eyes down her hairless body, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple jumping in his thick neck. His eyes landed on the little skin-colored patch on her lower abdomen.
“Birth control patch,” she
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