He chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of them, and slid the towel lower, grazing the curve of her waist, the dip of her belly, each pass of the cloth more intimate than the last.
She ran her hands over his chest, touching his nipples with a teasing touch, making him chuckle. “Tickles,” he said, though his voice was rougher and deeper than she’d ever heard it.
Amused, she smiled and licked and kissed his neck. He rubbed his hard body against hers and tossed the towel aside. First lightly, then building up the momentum, he began kissing her again.
She couldn’t quit touching his well-developed chest, running her hands over his magnificent muscles. He reached down and began to stroke her between her legs. But she was beginning to feel boneless and had to lie down.
Feeling the heat of his body close enough to radiate against her own, she reached for him. His own arousal was still evident, insistent, but he made no move to rush the experience. Instead, he pulled her close, the towel slipping to the floor, and he kissed her—slow, deep, with a hunger that had been waiting through the entire wet, wild experience.
A tiny shiver ran through her shoulders as he kissed her throat.
He grabbed a dry towel and slipped it under her on the sleeping bag, and then quickly joined her.
Then he continued to pleasure her, stroking her, until her world felt like it was colliding in a climax of major proportions. She growled out loud.
Grayson loved hearing her growl with satisfaction.
With their enhanced bear night vision, they didn’t even have to have a lantern lighting their tent, which made them formidable nighttime foragers—and if that other bear wanted to find them, he could.
“Wow,” she said.
He thought the same thing.
He spread her legs and slid inside her, then began to thrust. The impact was exhilarating. She ran her hands over his back, caressing and scratching with her long nails in an erotic way. Arching her back, she connected with him as he pressed in deeper, kissed her breasts, and licked her nipples.
“Ohh,” she groaned.
“Good, huh?”
She smiled and squeezed his buttocks as he continued to thrust into her. She felt divine. He loved this with her.
He ground against her as he continued to slide deeper into her. Then he was coming, and held off, trying to prolong the moment. But she was caressing his skin, making him tense, and he couldn’t hold off any longer.
Then he came in an explosive way and collapsed on her in bliss. “Man, you are amazing.”
“You are too.” She held onto him tightly, and he loved her warm embrace. Then he wiped himself and her off, zipped the sleeping bag closed around them, and cuddled. “We fit.”
“We sure do. We’ll leave in the morning when it’s really early, right?” he asked.
“Hmm, normally, yes, but with sharing the space with you, I might need some convincing to leave the sleeping bag in the morning.”
9
If Grayson didn’t have Kendra in his arms this morning, snuggling with her in her double sleeping bag, he would have been up and out of the tent, searching for Younger. But damn, she felt good, and he didn’t want to separate from her for anything. Which made him think about Kendra’s comment that she might need some convincing to leave the sleeping bag in the morning, which sure applied to him now too.
Kendra was still sound asleep, her breathing light, her body soft, warm, and naked against his. Then she stirred, opened her eyes, smiled at him, and sighed. “I guess you’re waiting for me to wake up so we can search the forest to look for Younger?”
“Nope. I’ve been enjoying this time with you, nice and close and comfortable. I didn’t want to leave the sleeping bag for anything.”
She chuckled. “Good. I thought I was the only one who had no control over how I was feeling.”
“Nope. Me too. You’re too irresistible.”
“Likewise.”
He kissed her, but didn’t make any move to leave the sleeping bag yet. It was still dark out.
“Should we just go and get this over with?” Kendra rested her head against his chest.
