turned in a circle. Watching. Listening. There was no sound, no movement, nothing to give her away, but he knew she was there. “Katya.”
“You shouldn’t have come.” Her voice was a mere whisper off to his right, but he heard her as clearly as if she was standing next to him.
He’d had an orgasm not half an hour before and he was fully aroused again. “I had to.” That was no less than the truth.
She drifted out of the shadows, a figure dressed all in black. A shroud of sadness and acceptance seemed to envelop her. Chase wanted her to accept him, but he didn’t like the idea of her being sad. He sensed that there had been too much sorrow in her life.
“Come here.” He opened his arms and patiently waited.
Like a wary animal she hesitated, her body quivering with uncertainty. With a muffled cry, she flung herself toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist and clinging tight. “I don’t understand any of this.”
He kissed the top of her head, wanting to comfort her as much as he wanted to spread her beneath him and fuck her. The need to soothe her warred with his need to claim her. It was a volatile combination.
“Don’t try to understand it.” God knows he’d tried and couldn’t make any sense of it.
“My life is complicated enough as it is.” She eased back, but didn’t remove her arms from his waist as she met his gaze. “I don’t need this kind of involvement.”
Although he felt the same way, her easy dismissal of what was between them pricked his male vanity. “I don’t like it any more than you do, but there doesn’t seem to be any changing the fact that I want you.”
She flinched at his harsh tone, but didn’t back down. “So what do we do about it?”
Chase cupped her face in his hands. “Maybe we don’t fight it.” Leaning down, he rubbed his lips over hers. Satisfaction filled him when they parted for him. “Maybe we let nature take its course and see where it leads.” He stroked his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth.
Her fingers dug into his waist as she moaned softly, the sound vibrating against his lips. “We both know what will happen if we do that,” she countered when she finally pulled away.
“That’s why we’re here.” As soon as he said the words, he felt their truth. They’d both sensed the other one near, felt the desire, the energy that arced between them, 39
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connecting them. He’d known she’d be here waiting for him. And she’d known he was coming to claim her.
“Yes,” she whispered.
It was enough. His body roared to life, blood pumping furiously through his veins.
The need to claim her, to fuck her, to feel alive, flooded him. Yanking her toward him, he lifted her.
Katya wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms circled his neck, as their mouths met. It was hot and consuming and absolutely perfect. Their tongues twined, advancing and retreating and they struggled to get closer to one another. Katya arched her hips, finding his erection and pressing her mound against it.
Chase’s jeans were suddenly way too tight. His cock was straining hard, the tip already wet and eager. He slipped his hands beneath her ass, cupping and squeezing hard. Her moan of pleasure filled his mouth.
He had to see her.
Moving farther into the woods, he pressed her back against the trunk of a large tree.
He pushed his hips against hers to anchor her while he practically tore her heavy backpack and coat from her body. She struggled to free her arms from both, tossing them the ground.
The bark was rough so he knew he couldn’t remove her shirt all the way. Instead, he pulled the front of the top up and over her head, leaving her arms and back covered by the material. Her bra was simply white cotton but it made his mouth water.
A quick flick of his wrist and the clasp was open. The material fell away, revealing high, firm breasts, tipped in pale pink. He shifted her higher in his grasp, bringing them closer to his mouth. Leaning
“You shouldn’t have come.” Her voice was a mere whisper off to his right, but he heard her as clearly as if she was standing next to him.
He’d had an orgasm not half an hour before and he was fully aroused again. “I had to.” That was no less than the truth.
She drifted out of the shadows, a figure dressed all in black. A shroud of sadness and acceptance seemed to envelop her. Chase wanted her to accept him, but he didn’t like the idea of her being sad. He sensed that there had been too much sorrow in her life.
“Come here.” He opened his arms and patiently waited.
Like a wary animal she hesitated, her body quivering with uncertainty. With a muffled cry, she flung herself toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist and clinging tight. “I don’t understand any of this.”
He kissed the top of her head, wanting to comfort her as much as he wanted to spread her beneath him and fuck her. The need to soothe her warred with his need to claim her. It was a volatile combination.
“Don’t try to understand it.” God knows he’d tried and couldn’t make any sense of it.
“My life is complicated enough as it is.” She eased back, but didn’t remove her arms from his waist as she met his gaze. “I don’t need this kind of involvement.”
Although he felt the same way, her easy dismissal of what was between them pricked his male vanity. “I don’t like it any more than you do, but there doesn’t seem to be any changing the fact that I want you.”
She flinched at his harsh tone, but didn’t back down. “So what do we do about it?”
Chase cupped her face in his hands. “Maybe we don’t fight it.” Leaning down, he rubbed his lips over hers. Satisfaction filled him when they parted for him. “Maybe we let nature take its course and see where it leads.” He stroked his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth.
Her fingers dug into his waist as she moaned softly, the sound vibrating against his lips. “We both know what will happen if we do that,” she countered when she finally pulled away.
“That’s why we’re here.” As soon as he said the words, he felt their truth. They’d both sensed the other one near, felt the desire, the energy that arced between them, 39
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connecting them. He’d known she’d be here waiting for him. And she’d known he was coming to claim her.
“Yes,” she whispered.
It was enough. His body roared to life, blood pumping furiously through his veins.
The need to claim her, to fuck her, to feel alive, flooded him. Yanking her toward him, he lifted her.
Katya wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms circled his neck, as their mouths met. It was hot and consuming and absolutely perfect. Their tongues twined, advancing and retreating and they struggled to get closer to one another. Katya arched her hips, finding his erection and pressing her mound against it.
Chase’s jeans were suddenly way too tight. His cock was straining hard, the tip already wet and eager. He slipped his hands beneath her ass, cupping and squeezing hard. Her moan of pleasure filled his mouth.
He had to see her.
Moving farther into the woods, he pressed her back against the trunk of a large tree.
He pushed his hips against hers to anchor her while he practically tore her heavy backpack and coat from her body. She struggled to free her arms from both, tossing them the ground.
The bark was rough so he knew he couldn’t remove her shirt all the way. Instead, he pulled the front of the top up and over her head, leaving her arms and back covered by the material. Her bra was simply white cotton but it made his mouth water.
A quick flick of his wrist and the clasp was open. The material fell away, revealing high, firm breasts, tipped in pale pink. He shifted her higher in his grasp, bringing them closer to his mouth. Leaning
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