Kiss Me (Fool's Gold #17)(76)

Heat flared, chasing away the last of the chill. His hands rubbed against her bare back, one going lower, one going higher. She ran her fingers through his hair, then squeezed the muscles in his shoulders. Wanting grew until it was uncontrollable. Fortunately he read her mind.

He broke the kiss. He was still close enough that she could feel his warm breath on her neck, which was all the warning she had before he pressed his mouth against the underside of her jaw. Shivers rippled through her. She arched back her head, even as she wanted to get closer.

As he kissed and nibbled his way to her ear, he lowered her onto the sleeping bag. There was more movement. She wasn’t sure what he was doing because he never stopped kissing her.

When he took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked, she had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. When she felt the weight of him as he stretched out next to her, it was all she could do to stop her legs from falling open in a shameless invitation. It didn’t matter that she was still wearing panties, or that he was fully dressed. She wanted him...all of him...on top, inside, pleasuring them both into madness.

Thoughts of what they would do later faded when his kisses moved lower and lower. Her breath caught as he neared her breasts, then came out in a hiss as his lips closed over her tight, sensitive nipple.

She was drowning in pleasure, she thought, clutching his head and holding him in place. It was good—too good.

“More,” she breathed.

He sucked and licked and teased her nipple with his mouth and tongue, then shifted to her other breast and repeated the erotic torture.

She could feel herself swelling for him. Between her legs there was heat and dampness. Her panties were too much of a barrier, and the sleeping bag was a straitjacket. She fought to find the zipper, then tugged it lower.

When she was able to kick free of the covering, she reached for his shirt. He continued to pleasure her breasts, which meant after a couple of halfhearted attempts with his buttons, she had to let her hands fall back to her sides while she reveled in what he could do to her.

“This can’t be legal,” she whispered.

He raised his head. “Why not?”

“It feels too good.”

He chuckled. She heard the sound, felt the soft exhalation of cool air on her bare, damp breasts, but she couldn’t see anything. Not him, not herself. It was strange, but in a good way. The darkness gave her courage.

“Take your clothes off,” she said, knowing that she would never have managed the words in the light.

“Yes, ma’am.”

There was rustling, then nothing, then the distinctive sound of a zipper being pulled down.

Her heart thundered in her chest. She tried to imagine him naked. What would he look like? Thinking about him naked made her imagine him standing in front of her—erect. And thinking about that made her think about him pushing inside of her. Filling her. Making her—

“Condom,” she gasped.

A movement stopped.

“What?”

Phoebe felt the earth open up in preparation of swallowing her. How could she have not mentioned this before?

“I’m not on anything right now,” she whispered. “Birth control. I’m not on the Pill.” She gestured helplessly.

“Shit, f*ck, damn.”

Disappointment tied her in knots. “I was really only interested in that middle part,” she joked.

There was a second of silence, followed by a low chuckle. “You’re never predictable, Phoebe. I’ll give you that. Cross your fingers.”

“What?”

“Cross your fingers. I might have a condom in my shaving kit.”

There was movement and rustling, then the sound of a zipper being opened.

“I’m going to have to put on the light.”

She briefly debated being polite and closing her eyes, but who was she kidding? She wanted to see Zane naked. In preparation, she raised up on one elbow and stared in his general direction. When the light came on, she saw all she wanted and more.

He was kneeling at the end of the sleeping bag. Naked, aroused and more physically perfect than any man had a right to be. She saw the definition in his arms, the broad strength of his chest and his flat stomach before lowering her attention to his large, hard penis.

The physical proof of his desire for her made her so happy, she nearly cried. Her other instinct was to part her legs, tell him never mind with birth control and protection and demand he take her right there.

As that last bit was only ever going to happen in her fantasies, she contented herself with stretching out her arm and lightly grazing the tip of him with her fingers.

He stiffened instantly, then turned to look at her.

If she’d had any doubts about his willingness to participate, they were put to rest by the fire in his eyes and the tightness of his expression. He was a man on the sexual edge, and she couldn’t wait to push him over.

He shook his head and forced his attention back to the shaving kit. At first he set the various items on the foot of the sleeping bag, but after a couple of seconds, he simply turned the container over and dumped out the contents.

“Be here, be here, be here,” he muttered as he pawed through everything. Then he grabbed a square packet in triumph. “Got one.”

She couldn’t help smiling. “Only one?”

He grinned. “We’ll have to be creative after that.”