Safe in His Arms (21 page)

He caressed a hand up her knee to her inner thigh, loving how her breathing caught and started again. Her flat stomach tightened, and her mound flushed slightly. “You’re bare.”

“Mmm, hum…”

“How long?” He was such a jealous bastard.

Mandy opened her eyes and he nearly bit her she looked so damn sexy, hot, aroused and ready for so much.

“I got lasered. For you. When you left. It was…”

The jealousy eating at his gut disappeared. “Something you thought I’d want.”

He saw that now, saw it perfectly. He’d teased her with it, but, truth was, he’d loved her blonde curls. He loved her now too, though. Bare and so smooth.

“It’s damn beautiful, but so were your curls, sugar.” He parted her with his fingers, being careful to be gentle. His heart beat hard enough that it felt like it was hitting his ribs. She watched him shyly, nervous but also as turned on as he was. By his words, he thought.

“Bare, and so fucking hot, look at you.” She had the most beautiful pussy and ass. She was naturally creamy skinned and tanned to an amazing darker cream. Her tan lines were barely there, string marks around her hips and a lighter triangle where her womanly curves waited for him. Like a beacon, it drew him until he had to slide a kiss down the inside of her knee, past her lean thigh and on to the soft flesh on the inside crease where her leg met her plumpness.

Mandy moaned softly, reached down to touch the back of his head, and left her hand there to tug at his hair. That was all the encouragement he needed. Her sweet scent intoxicated him and he leaned in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss right over the glistening, delicate flesh.

Sweet, liquid silk met his lips. Her taste rocked him, the memory of her nothing compared to the reality of having her addictive flavour on his tongue. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t linger, too far gone to do more than drive her quickly to the edge.

Above him, Mandy arched her back and pressed her hips towards his fingers. He smiled at how eager she was for this. She was so hot, so his. Her shyness had melted, and he tightened his hands on her legs, realising she was watching him hungrily. Her eyes were bright with arousal, her breath hard and fast. Each exhalation made her breasts quiver and drove him crazy to have her.

He’d made her orgasm that night from sucking on her breasts and fingering her. She’d cried out so sweetly, completely overcome with her first experience of pleasure. Now she focused on him, her grey eyes making him hotter.

“Are you touching yourself?”

He nodded at her whispered question. “Damn right. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you watch, later. Much fucking later.”

Mandy bit her lip and pressed into his hand. “Oh yeah, I want that. Later? Now. Now, Mac, I want you.”

Instead of answering, because Mac simply couldn’t, he found her little clit and circled it with his tongue, thrusting one finger slowly, carefully inside. His body hardened until he felt like he couldn’t take one minute more without driving in where his finger explored. She was soft, so soft and warm. And tight. He groaned into her flesh, and stroked himself harder. She cried out when he pursed his lips over the tight bud and flicked his tongue over it while he thrust into her in time to his own strokes. She fell back on the rocky shelf and he groaned again as her breasts bounced. He wanted to fuck her there, between both lush mounds. She’d love it, he knew that now, knew by some insane instinct that the time apart had only made them that much more desperate for each other.

She wrapped a slender leg around his head and moaned again. The sound hit him hard. His cock felt harder than it’d ever been in his life. Carefully he entered her with two fingers, pumping harder, faster, while he suckled lightly.

“Mac, oh, yes, yes, yes, don’t stop, don’t—”

Mandy’s cry ended on a soft wail and her slim thighs trembled against his jaw. Her body tightened on his fingers. In his hand, his shaft flooded, his balls drew up and he had just enough sense to soften his attack on her delicate body as he shot his load. Deep, hard spurts that felt dragged from his toes spilled over his hand, increasing the pleasure to an incredible degree. A long, deep groan broke past his lips as he desperately fought to stay upright. The intensity of the pleasure hadn’t stopped before he rose up, took her mouth with his, and positioned himself. One slow thrust of his hips and his erection slid along her wetness.

“Baby, look at me,” he ordered. He needed this. Needed to see her as he made them one. Some instinct drove him to nudge her with his head, kissing her mouth to get her to look at him. When she did, Mac straightened his arms, holding himself up above her to stare down at her flushed face. Mandy reached up and cupped his jaw.

“More, oh, God, I need to feel you, Mac, I’ve forgotten how. Make me feel again,” she whispered.

“Ah, God, baby.” He nudged her body, still ready to fuck for hours. He’d just come so hard he still shivered from the orgasm but the urge to pin her down and plunge into her beat at him. Instead of giving in, he positioned himself by touch, and slowly, carefully pressed forward watching her closely as he slipped inside her wet entrance. Her eyes widened, but her gaze stayed steady and needy on his. Edging farther inside, he grimaced at the tight grip her body had on him. She was so small, but so silky wet he eased in bit by bit. She arched up so her breasts trembled under him and angled her hips so he could go deeper. Unable to pass up the chance to taste her, he bent and caught a nipple, drawing on it hungrily.

“Oh, yes, Mac, more, please, more.”

He guided his hips back, then harder forward, slowly back then inside her with more power on the next pass. She moaned, and under his lips her nipple tightened to a hard, luscious point. She gripped his wrists tight, holding him as if he might go away. His heart felt near to bursting but he kept up the slow steady invasion until with a sudden harder moan she surged her hips down when he thrust up. The first full feel of her nearly had him spilling. His back jerked tight. Under him, she cried out, not from pain, but from another orgasm.

Ghost light fingers raced down his spine as he watched her through the pleasure she experienced. She was so beautiful, he bent down until their bodies were meshed together, breast to chest, and took her mouth in a desperate kiss as he started to take her the way he needed to. After only two firm, hard lunges he began to feel the rush to orgasm and fought it, trying to make this last. Mandy cried out his name and dug her nails into his shoulders.

“God, yeah, yeah, baby, that’s it. Give it to me. Give it to me.”

“Mac, oh, God.”

“So tight, you’re killing me here. So damn good, that’s it, that’s it.” He pinned her arms tight to the rock so he could ravish her neck and jaw with his mouth, kissing and biting as he became more frantic and out of control.

“Yes, yes, like that! Mac, oh please, please.”

“Please what, baby? You want me harder?” He smacked his hips against her once and she cried out, her body beginning to tremble again.

“Mac!”

Her cry was all the permission he needed.

Mac let go and surged inside her until his balls pressed tight to her tender flesh. His mind flooded with her, the taste, smell, sound of her, the feel of her body surrounding him as he possessed her in turn. He lost his control and frantically reached for the pleasure tightening along his spine and shivering down his ass to grip his balls. Her pussy constricted around every inch of his cock, milking him in another orgasm.

“Yes, oh, please, please, Mac.”

That was it, he felt the edge rush up and slam into him. He called out her name and gave her everything he had. His hands tightened on the rounded curves of her hips, as he sought the lush cushion of her breasts so he could draw madly at the soft flesh. His body jerked and he released inside her as deep as he could get.

Slowly the sound of the surf and Mandy’s caresses registered over the languid feeling of every muscle in his body turning to mush.

“Ah, damn, sugar.” Mac lifted up, feeling weak, and looked down at her face. Her face was flushed and her pretty eyes flared when their gazes met. When she slid her hand over his chest, and up to where his knife scar ran along his jaw, he thought his heart might grow too big for his chest.

“This scares me, Mac.”

Mac knew she meant the old wound, but he tried to tease her, feeling as if he might fall apart on her if he didn’t. She had him in knots. So damn sweet, warm, and all his, finally. He laughed, not missing how she bit her lip at the sensation of his body flexing inside hers. “You scare me too, baby. I’m nearly drained, but one more round, huh?”

With a little gasp, she burst out in a laugh and shook her head. “I scare you? I doubt it, babe. But this, though”—she turned serious, but the little devil wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her feet above his ass like she was more than happy to have him inside her—“this scares me. I don’t want you doing this anymore, Mac. This fighting.”

He turned serious at her words. “Let me get us out of this mess, and all that is done. I’m yours, sugar. No more war, no more fights, okay?”

She jerked her gaze up from where she’d been watching her hands lingering over his chest. “Do you mean that, Mac?”

He wanted to tell her he was here, with her forever, but his blood was pumping straight to his growing erection and even though he’d come harder than he had in his life—twice now—the desperation to take her again dug claws into his gut. He pressed deeper and cupped both of her lush, pink-tipped breasts together, making that valley he wanted to dive into and never leave. “Trust me, baby. You want round three?”

“Oh…round three. I like,” she moaned.

Mac pulled out until he rested against her wet entrance, then flexed his ass to drive back in, in one slow, heavy glide.

“Oh, God yes, Mac!”

“Tell me, are you sure? Tell me, Mandy.” He bent down and nipped at her breast.

She dug her nails into his shoulders and arched her back to drive him deeper. “Oh, yes, I like round three.”

God, could this be real?

Mandy pulled him up from her breasts and panted into his mouth before kissing him so passionately he let go of everything but loving her.

Chapter Seventeen

Mandy brushed her hands off. The sand seemed to find its way onto everything. Mac didn’t seem to mind. Dressed in just his pants, bare-chested and barefoot, he seemed completely at ease. She watched him wrap their leftover fish in a big banana leaf. He looked so serious. He made it look like a folded package, all ready for a stamp to make it to the post office on time. The man was meticulous. Her body knew that. Every inch of her had been under his hungry mouth, touched and caressed by his amazing hands, and tingled still from the hours of lovemaking. Just thinking about it made her grow shaky with need.

Watching him, she still couldn’t believe the way he’d made love to her. Aggressively. He’d not held anything back, but then neither had she. It was as if the years apart had made them starved for each other.

Or maybe several near death experiences.

The thought sobered her.

Mac glanced over, checking in like he’d been doing since they’d walked back to their camp. With a grin, he stood to put the fish in the tree near their packs. They’d constructed a small wind barrier of more leaves to keep the cool breeze off them during the night.

“That should do it.” He turned to her and immediately pulled her into his arms for a kiss. He was gentle with her, careful no doubt because they’d been kissing for hours, and making love for just as long. Her entire body felt his possession, all the way down to her toes. Her pussy was tender in that way she could now remember. He’d been careful the third time, but each stroke had felt so good she had urged him on until, with a thrill she still felt, he had returned to those frantic, desperate stokes that brought their bodies together with firm, hard slaps of flesh on flesh.

She loved that. How deeply she could trigger him to turn from careful lover to madman.

“You okay?”

“I’m good, Mac. Very, very, very good.”

He watched her face closely and finally kissed the side of her mouth. “Yeah? I think you might be a little bad,” he husked, and suddenly swatted her on the ass, gripping her butt after and sighing into her throat. “You make me crazy sitting there in only my shirt with my cum all over you.”

“Oh, God, that is bad,” she whispered, secretly fighting a rush of lust at the hot little spank and dirty words. They’d bathed in the ocean, but she could still smell him on her skin.

Mac surprised her by picking her up then, and walking over to where they’d made a bed out of leaves. He carried her as if she might break. His expression was so serious she simply let him settle her down, and curl around her after, even pulling her to his chest.

“Comfortable?”

Mandy nodded against his bare skin. He was so warm. “Tell me about the scar, Mac.”

He sighed heavily and started caressing her arm. The sounds of nature filled the evening, the surf still echoed in her ears and the light breeze felt cool against her skin. “I got it in a fight in South America. We were on a rescue—one of our own had been taken—and the mission went south.”

She paused from rubbing his firm chest. The mission went south? He meant he’d nearly died.