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“Val?”
I blocked Zara with my back as I ripped open my emergency kit and wound a bandage around my palm.
“Hey...” Her hand rested tentatively on my back.
Instinctively, my abs clenched.
The world became my skin.
Awareness of her. Of her heat.
My cock came to life like a fucking bloodhound.
I turned to face her, and her gaze moved over my naked chest like a hand.
Lust.
It was contagious.
Words seemed a waste of time.
I reached up and threaded a hand into her hair, twisting the silk of it around my fingers until I held her tight. The cool threads against hot skin reminded me of another silk, a silk I was going to fuck into forgetfulness.
Zara jerked her head back once, but then she let me reel her in. Each tug on her hair dialed open her pupils until she was endless pools and panting.
One last tug and she was against me. My mouth crashed against her lips, my tongue flooding her mouth. Need spilling as she opened under me.
Thank God she did.
I didn’t want to face myself if she’d said no.
But she was there with me, pressing into me as hard as I was taking her mouth, her nails raking my sides.
Lust was more than catching—it was a middle finger in the face of danger. An obliterator of fear. Fucking proof you weren’t dying.
I gripped the curve of her ass, hoisting her up as she wrapped her legs around my body. With her arms circling my neck, she rolled her head back as I nipped her chin. My teeth scraping down her neck rewarded me with a throaty moan—a buzzing hum that vibrated along my tongue, down my body and into my cock.
I moved—my body aching for the soothing rhythm of muscles pumping. Her weight swayed against my body, teasing the hard ridge straining against my zip. My cock felt larger than it had any right to be while trapped in my pants. I focused on the ache to keep me sane.
On the lull of slow steady steps.
On the sultry puff of her breath against my skin as she nuzzled into my neck and smelled me.
It was seconds; it was forever before I sat her on the hood of my car, my big hand pushing her back by her chest until she lay flat against the shiny black paint. Still pinning her down, I pulled at the zipper of her shorts.
Her hand slid over mine. “Tell me you’re safe. Tell me the government regularly tests you.”
“They test me. I’m clean.”
Clean, because it was wrong to say I was safe.
I worked her shorts and underwear off her hips as she wriggled under me. Letting them fall to the floor, I focused my attention between her legs.
With a casualness I didn’t feel or have, I placed my hand on short fuzz of her mound, my thumb running up the crease of her slit. Her hips rolled as I found and rubbed that little nub of nerves.
Moaning, she pushed up into my touch.
The pulse in my cock throbbed. An insistent need.
