A Love Untamed (Feral Warriors #7)(61)

“Walking into one isn’t exactly evading.”

“No,” she said huskily. “But we’re safe from the storm. And alone.” Sapphire eyes leaped with heat.

She was right. Fox knew she was right. And even if she wasn’t, at this moment, he didn’t care. He took a step toward her as she moved toward him, and they met in the middle, coming together like two halves of a hole. He pulled her hard against him, devouring her mouth, remembering too late to be careful with her. But as she met him, kiss for kiss, hunger for hunger, he felt a triumphant rush of relief. Her mating scent invaded his senses, sending his already-raging passion spiraling out of control.

“I have to touch you.” Despite the need tearing him apart, he forced himself to move slowly, aware she might balk at any moment. He slid one hand to the hem of her tunic, then under, against her cold abdomen, then higher to palm her breast.

The feel of her sweet flesh against his skin pulled a moan of pure pleasure from deep in his throat. “You feel like heaven,” he said against her lips. He longed to whip the tunic off of her, to bare her to his sight. But he wouldn’t undress her when she was still so cold. And he couldn’t see her nearly as well as he wanted in the almost nonexistent light.

It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to pull away from her. It pleased him when she resisted, groaning in protest.

“Let me start the fire, luv. Let me get you warm.”

“The fire will lead them right to us.” She snorted. “Who am I kidding? They know where we are.”

“They do. And they’ll come for us. When that happens, we’ll fight. Until then, we’re going to stay safe. And warm.” He cupped her soft cheek, his hand unsteady as the need to touch her everywhere powered through him. “I want to undress you. Will you allow me that?”

She hesitated, tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth. Slowly, she nodded. “If I can do the same to you.”

A grin broke across his mouth. “Aye, you can.”

The wood was dry, and he built the fire quickly and easily. As the flames began to flicker over the walls, the wood popping and crackling as it took to the flame, Fox turned back to the beautiful woman at his side.

Their gazes met, need leaping between them in a raw, carnal burst. Goddess, he wanted her. And by the passion gleaming in her eyes, he knew she felt the same. He slid both hands to the hem of her tunic and she lifted her arms high, allowing him to pull it up and over her head.

His breath left him on a sigh. It was the first time he’d seen her. “So beautiful.” His thumb brushed over one taut nipple. “You wear no bra.”

She smiled, a twinkle in her eye that threatened to slay him. “There were no Victoria’s Secrets around in my youth. I got used to going without.”

He grinned, flicking his thumb across her nipple again as she gasped with pleasure. “So perfect,” he murmured, then knelt before her, gripped her hips lightly, and dipped his head, taking one breast into his mouth. She tasted as good as she smelled, like fresh air and wild, sultry nights. As he flicked his tongue back and forth across her nipple, her fingers dug into his hair, holding him close, filling him with a rightness he couldn’t explain and didn’t question.

He was beginning to tremble with the need to taste her in other places. Everywhere. When he moved to kiss the valley between her br**sts, she gasped with pleasure. Fox glanced up at her. “Tell me what you want me to do, angel.” If she told him to stop, to leave her alone, he’d do it. He’d expire of wanting, but he’d do it.

“Love me,” she said instead, and his knees weakened with relief.

“Aye.” He reached down and pulled off one of her boots, then met her heated gaze. “You can tell me to stop at any moment. You know that.”

“Yes.”

He pulled off her other boot, then reached for the waistband of her leggings and slowly began to lower them, revealing her to his hungry gaze one inch at a time. His heart pounded with fear that she’d tell him to stop, that she’d back away and refuse to let him touch her more.

But she said nothing. Her fingers trailed over his shoulders as he pulled her leggings down to her thighs, then lower, and finally off. Sitting back on his heels, he looked at her thoroughly, in thrall to her beauty, his pulse beginning to hammer in his veins.

“You are so lovely, Melisande.”

She watched him in return, a soft smile on her mouth. But there were shadows in her eyes.

“Are you all right?”

She hesitated only a moment before nodding. “Yes. The hunger rages, the desire to touch you is almost more than I can bear.”

“But the memories haunt.”

“Yes. I suppose they always will.” She reached for him. “Touch me, Fox. Make me forget.”

And there was nothing in the world he wanted more. “Will you free your hair for me?”

With a smile that was almost shy, and incredibly sweet, she nodded and pulled her braid over her shoulder, unknotting the tie that held it. As she freed her braid, he slid one hand slowly between her legs, pleased when she adjusted her stance to afford him access. She was so wet, so hot for him that he nearly lost the last of his control and pulled her under him. Instead, he stroked her. His finger slid through her wetness, into her body, and she gasped, arching back even as her fingers worked her lovely blond locks from their braid.