Call of the Wilds (17 page)

“And worth every penny.” He grinned. “Don’t look so glum. I’ll buy you a new one. In fact, I’ll buy you a dozen.”

“Forget it. It made my butt sore. I’d rather go commando.”

“Hmm, sounds to me like you need some first aid.” He rolled her on her stomach and flattened his hand on the curve of her bottom, kneading and massaging her firm cheeks.

When he bit her, she squealed. “You call that first aid?”

“Relax, this is very therapeutic.” He soothed the bite with his tongue and then pulled her hips up so he had better access. Holding on to her thighs, he licked her from bottom to top.

“Oh, oh, oh.”

“Feel better?” he mumbled against her backside.

“Yes, but now I hurt in other places.” She moaned. “I need more first aid and second and third.” She wiggled her butt. “I need an invasive procedure. I want you inside me. Now.”

“Demanding, aren’t we?” He rolled her on her back and moved between her legs. Leaning over her, he supported his weight on his arms. “Lucky for you that’s exactly where I want to be.”

“Hah! You’re the one who got lucky today.”

“Don’t I know it,” he said softly and brushed his lips along hers.

Her womb contracted, and a flicker of surprise shot through her, if only he meant it. She waited for him to say more, but he started moving over her, and all her attention focused on the sweet friction of his cock sliding along her cleft. He rubbed his shaft along her wet folds until she couldn’t stand it another second. She reached for his cock to guide him inside her, but he pulled his hips back.

“Karin?”

“What, baby?” His tone scared her, so somber.

“Nothing. I just really need you.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered. She bent her knees, and his engorged flesh prodded at her entrance until he entered her in one deep thrust. For a few seconds, he remained motionless inside her, an unreadable expression on his face before he pulled back and plunged into her again, rocking his body in an upward motion so the base of his penis rubbed against her nub. She gasped and moved down to meet his thrusts, loving the way he always knew how to take her higher. His weight and the feel of him penetrating her made her feel dominated in a way she found totally arousing. A primal rhythm took over, and his tempo increased. She wrapped her legs around his hips and arched her back.

“Harder, baby,” she gasped.

He drove into her faster, harder. “I can’t wait,” he growled and reached a hand between them to rub her swollen clit and bring her with him.

Her passion crested. She clutched him and rode the sensual waves of ecstasy. One more thrust and he followed, exploding inside her with a harsh groan of masculine satisfaction.

He rolled over, taking her with him, and pulled her tight against his chest.

So many emotions overwhelmed her, she thought she might cry.

This is what it feels like to be with someone you really love.
He had to feel the same. She couldn’t bear it if he didn’t.

“I think you should stay here tonight. I don’t want you driving back in the dark.”

“You just want to have your way with me again,” she murmured mischievously while inside she churned with excitement. If he hadn’t been holding her, she might have floated to the ceiling.

“That too, which reminds me I need to feed you if we’re going to build up your stamina. What does a vegetarian eat for dinner?”

* * * *

Where am I? For a confused minute, she had no idea. A frisson of fear crawled up her spine before she relaxed under the comforting weight of Malcolm’s arm. He threw his leg over hers, and his warm breath kissed her bare shoulder. She sighed contentedly and snuggled back against his hard muscled body.

Please don’t let me wake up.

His voice rumbled in her ear. “You awake, doc?”

“No.”

He planted a tantalizing kiss on the back of her neck and squeezed her breast. “Are you awake now?”

“Not quite yet.”

“How ’bout now?” His morning erection prodded her bottom, prompting her to turn. “Stay right there. You’re not awake yet.” He held her still. “I’ll do all the work.”

“Are you sure you’re up for this? You are older than me.” She rubbed her bottom against his rigid shaft. “Let me check.”

“Do I have to prove myself again?” He tilted her hips to the side. “Bend your knees, sweetheart.”

He cuddled up to her back, pulled her leg over his hips, and pushed inside her already moist folds.

“Yes.” She stilled, drew a breath, and adjusted to his thick length inside her.

“Okay, sweetheart?” He shifted behind her and thrust deeper.

“More.” She bent forward and shifted back on his cock, and he moved his hand to her stomach to anchor her. Her pleasure mounted as his other hand fondled her breasts, and she moved against him, gripping his thigh. He teased her nipples into tight little peaks, and she sighed appreciatively. He felt so good inside her, filled her so completely. If only she could make it last. She wanted to wake up this way every morning. Erotic dreams would not be enough after this.

He moved slow and easy, bringing her higher in small degrees. Her muscles clutched at him as he pulled out and eased back inside. With each rhythmic push, he drove deeper. Masculine sounds of encouragement and pleasure made her body quiver with desire. His sexual prowess excited her and made her want things she never thought about before. She would never want anyone else.

Emotions overwhelmed her. She’d given him everything, her body and soul, but he still didn’t know she carried his child. If only he would say the magic words. She wanted him to know about the baby, but if he didn’t love her, how could he love their child?

“I want you so much.”

“I know, baby, you have me,” he whispered.

“Forever?”

“For now.” He sighed.

It wasn’t enough. Hot tears threatened to spill, and she fought them back. She would take what she could get. He pressed a hand to the sensitive flesh over her pubic bone, making her shudder, and she forgot everything but the need building up inside. His thrusts became faster and he pressed harder. Her tension mounted, and she writhed frantically against his thighs. Her blood heated to the boiling point until she thought she would combust. Her climax hung just out of sight, teasing her with the promise of bliss. She reached for it, slipped her hand between her legs, and rubbed her distended lips gripping his cock. Moisture flowed, and she spread it around her sex and his.

His ragged breath sounded in her ear as she rubbed her swollen clit. Warmth spread through her pussy and down her legs like hot lava flowing from the mouth of a volcano. Sensations flooded her—the smell of sex, a feeling of fullness, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together interspersed with their moans of pleasure. Her excitement intensified. Pulsating spasms rocked her inner walls, and her muscles tightened and gripped his cock. He tensed behind her and dug his fingers into her hip. His thrusts became wilder and more frantic as she spiraled toward an orgasm.

“
Ahh
…” Violent shudders took over the lower part of her body. Her climax barreled on track like a runaway railroad car, unstoppable. “Oh God, oh my God.” She shattered, lost in the intensity of her orgasm, only dimly aware of his deep groan as his seed pulsed hot inside her.

They stayed locked together while she trembled in his arms. When he loosened his hold, she twisted in his arms, wrapped herself around him, and covered his face with kisses.

 
“That good, huh?” He smiled and kissed her back.

 
“You rocked my world.”

“Doc, you’re driving me crazy.”

“In a good way?”

“Absolutely.” He pulled her into a deep kiss full of promise, and for a while, they lay quietly.

“Doc?”

“Hmm?”

“You never asked about my legs.”

“You’ll tell me when you’re ready.” She tightened her arms around him. What difference did it make? She loved him.

“How about a shower and breakfast?”

“If you promise not to fool around.” It was one promise she wouldn’t make him keep.

* * * *

“Towels, soap, shampoo.” Malcolm pointed toward the glass shelves near the vanity. “There’re clean T-shirts in the top drawer of the dresser. Come down when you’re done. I’ll have breakfast ready.”

“You forgot something.”

He looked around perplexed. “What else do you need?”

“You,” she said in a honey-sweet voice. “To wash my back.”

“I thought you might need a break.”

“No way. Baby, this is a two-person bathroom, and you need a shower as much as I do. Why let half of it go unused? Unless, of course, you need to rest.” She smiled devilishly, daring him to refuse. “I want to shower with you, wash your back, your hair, your legs.” She pushed the sweat pants over his hips. “Everything. You are my sex fantasy come to life. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed me drooling over you.”

She made him irrationally happy. The longer he spent with her the more he drifted under her spell. Letting her go would tear his soul out. He vowed to make every minute count. “How can I refuse a drooling woman?” He kicked the sweats aside and turned on the shower.

“This bathroom is bigger than my whole cabin. You could have a party in here.”

“You’re the first person, besides me, to use it,” he admitted. “What’s that look?”

“I want to be the last,” she declared in deadly earnest.

“I can pretty much guarantee it.” He’d never brought a woman home before, and there would be no one else after Karin. He grabbed her hand and pulled her in. “The water’s perfect.”

“Hey—”

He poured some shampoo on his hand and rubbed it into her scalp. “I don’t have peach. I hope you like Mountain Spring.” He worked the lather through the strands of her hair and she moaned in appreciation.

“I’ll never use anything else.”

“Lean your head back, sweetheart, so I can wash the shampoo off.”

When he finished, she reached for the shampoo, but he stopped her. Before she could protest, he grabbed the shower gel and pulled her back against his chest so he could lather her breasts. He took his time, circling each pale globe until she squirmed against him. Her nipples, dark against the white suds, invited extra attention. She gasped and wilted in his arms when he slid a hand down over her belly and then between her thighs. The slippery feel of her inner flesh made his desire rise and his breathing unsteady.

"I need the gel again, sweetheart?"

She handed him the bottle and he drizzled a liberal amount over her curvy butt before handing it back. He cupped her mound with his left hand while his right slipped between the cheeks of her ass and pressed against her tight little rosebud. She leaned against him and whimpered.

“That’s virgin territory.”

“Sorry Doc, I wanted to go where no man has gone before.”

She threw her head back and laughed.

“Baby, I’m trying to seduce you, and you’re laughing at me.” “I’m sorry.” She turned, tried to look apologetic, and failed. He grinned at her.

“You.” She tried to shove him, but he pulled her in for a wet, soapy kiss.