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put her own needs and comfort second to making the journey back with the orchid.
“Not silly.” He bit into the melon, the lush taste filling his mouth. “You’ve come a long way on a slim hope. And now that hope has borne fruit…or flower as it may be. You now have new hope to take you home.”
She took another piece of fruit, and they ate in silence. The sun was setting, the sky turning a pale yellow overhead. Griffin lifted his head; there was the smell of rain in the air, but he didn’t think it would find them until tomorrow. He glanced at Addison; better not to tell her that until it became necessary. It would make their journey home miserable, and that was one less worry she needed tonight.
There was still the agreement between them. It hung in the air, like the smell of rain, like the promise of the orchid. He glanced at her as she ate, knowing that soon he’d mate with her again. His body still tingled with sensation, with the memory of her arching in his hands, her cries filling his ears. To know he would experience that again was an amazing thought.
For the first time in a long time he thought what it would be like to have a mate, to have someone to share his life with. Then he shook his head, mentally chiding himself. This was a human, a woman from a faraway place, a place as foreign to him as this jungle was to her. There was no future with her; there was only the agreement that would, he hoped, keep his kind alive.
As if reading his thoughts Addison shifted beside him, resting a hand on his arm. He glanced down at her.
“Thank you again, Griffin. And I believe I’m still under the terms of our agreement?”
She looked at him with such look of primal lust he was taken off guard. It would be impossible to believe she wanted this, wanted him, that she felt anything other than the obligation of the arrangement. Despite how she’d reacted to him, to the mating last night, he didn’t believe it meant anything other than she was a hot-blooded woman, a woman who enjoyed mating. That, and his skill, of course.
“You are.” He tried to sound gruff, but his voice betrayed him, the words tinged with longing. “You are.”
He reached out, brushing a tangle of hair away from her face. She reached up, her hand resting on his. In the soft light her eyes were luminous, emotions there he hadn’t seen—or bothered looking for—last night. For a moment he was lost in her gaze.
She leaned forward at the same time he did, their lips meeting in a kiss that had nothing to do with agreements, or obligations. It was a kiss full of passion, wanting, desire—not only his, but Addison’s.
Everything in him came alive, not just the physical reaction to her, but emotions he’d never allowed himself to feel.
Rising to his knees, Griffin pulled Addison to hers. His hands knew now, how to remove the tedious layers of clothes she wore and within a few moments he had her naked. Her skin was so pale in the fading light that she looked fragile, like the petals of her orchid. But he knew she wasn’t and he had no intention of treating her like a delicate flower.
Her hands were tugging at his loincloth, the fabric coming away easily, leaving him as exposed as she, his desire for her evident. Unexpectedly she took him in her hand, her strong fingers caressing him. To have her take the lead, to have her look at him while he looked at her, fueled him like nothing else.
But touching alone wasn’t enough; he pulled her down onto the ground, rolling on top of her, the lush fullness of her breasts pressing against his chest. He bent his head to her neck, inhaling deeply. She’d lost the smell of civilization, the artificial scents washed away with sweat and rain. He smelled Addison, her own amazing feminine scent. And he smelled the arousal coming from her, deep and alluring, and it made him want her even more.
Addison moved beneath him, her legs sliding up over his thighs, locking them around the small of his back,
“Not silly.” He bit into the melon, the lush taste filling his mouth. “You’ve come a long way on a slim hope. And now that hope has borne fruit…or flower as it may be. You now have new hope to take you home.”
She took another piece of fruit, and they ate in silence. The sun was setting, the sky turning a pale yellow overhead. Griffin lifted his head; there was the smell of rain in the air, but he didn’t think it would find them until tomorrow. He glanced at Addison; better not to tell her that until it became necessary. It would make their journey home miserable, and that was one less worry she needed tonight.
There was still the agreement between them. It hung in the air, like the smell of rain, like the promise of the orchid. He glanced at her as she ate, knowing that soon he’d mate with her again. His body still tingled with sensation, with the memory of her arching in his hands, her cries filling his ears. To know he would experience that again was an amazing thought.
For the first time in a long time he thought what it would be like to have a mate, to have someone to share his life with. Then he shook his head, mentally chiding himself. This was a human, a woman from a faraway place, a place as foreign to him as this jungle was to her. There was no future with her; there was only the agreement that would, he hoped, keep his kind alive.
As if reading his thoughts Addison shifted beside him, resting a hand on his arm. He glanced down at her.
“Thank you again, Griffin. And I believe I’m still under the terms of our agreement?”
She looked at him with such look of primal lust he was taken off guard. It would be impossible to believe she wanted this, wanted him, that she felt anything other than the obligation of the arrangement. Despite how she’d reacted to him, to the mating last night, he didn’t believe it meant anything other than she was a hot-blooded woman, a woman who enjoyed mating. That, and his skill, of course.
“You are.” He tried to sound gruff, but his voice betrayed him, the words tinged with longing. “You are.”
He reached out, brushing a tangle of hair away from her face. She reached up, her hand resting on his. In the soft light her eyes were luminous, emotions there he hadn’t seen—or bothered looking for—last night. For a moment he was lost in her gaze.
She leaned forward at the same time he did, their lips meeting in a kiss that had nothing to do with agreements, or obligations. It was a kiss full of passion, wanting, desire—not only his, but Addison’s.
Everything in him came alive, not just the physical reaction to her, but emotions he’d never allowed himself to feel.
Rising to his knees, Griffin pulled Addison to hers. His hands knew now, how to remove the tedious layers of clothes she wore and within a few moments he had her naked. Her skin was so pale in the fading light that she looked fragile, like the petals of her orchid. But he knew she wasn’t and he had no intention of treating her like a delicate flower.
Her hands were tugging at his loincloth, the fabric coming away easily, leaving him as exposed as she, his desire for her evident. Unexpectedly she took him in her hand, her strong fingers caressing him. To have her take the lead, to have her look at him while he looked at her, fueled him like nothing else.
But touching alone wasn’t enough; he pulled her down onto the ground, rolling on top of her, the lush fullness of her breasts pressing against his chest. He bent his head to her neck, inhaling deeply. She’d lost the smell of civilization, the artificial scents washed away with sweat and rain. He smelled Addison, her own amazing feminine scent. And he smelled the arousal coming from her, deep and alluring, and it made him want her even more.
Addison moved beneath him, her legs sliding up over his thighs, locking them around the small of his back,
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