Not after being kidnapped. Rylee would have freaked out. “Is it possible we overreacted? Maybe she knew who dropped it off.”
Crypt seemed to think about it. “Well, if she did, why didn’t she tell you?”
Good question. “I don’t know.”
“I think it’s a good idea if we ask her in the morning.”
“You’re right. I will.”
“Why don’t you come over here? The stars are beautiful tonight.”
It wasn’t subtle, but I didn’t care. Rylee and Hannibal were inside, and I wanted a few minutes alone with Crypt.
“You know, you’re nothing like I thought when I met you in prison.”
He snorted. “That’s a hell of a story to tell family and friends, isn’t it?”
I laughed. “Yeah.”
“Come here.”
I joined him on the ground as he rested his back against a big log. The campfire had burned low, and flickers of light danced in shadows. High above, the moon shone down on the lake, reflecting the surface and surrounding stars. It was beautiful.
I straddled Crypt, facing him as he slid his hand around my neck and pulled me close, fusing his mouth to mine. There was something sexy and undeniably erotic about the way he held me in place, ravaging my mouth as his hands roamed my body. One palm gripped my ass before rising higher, cupping a breast through my bra.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful, Rachel.”
I only moaned in response as he slipped the straps of my tank off my shoulders and tugged them down, revealing my bra. His mouth closed over a nipple, and I rocked my hips against his groin, needing friction and connection.
It had been so long since I had sex. I was aching for him before he ever touched me. With his mouth and hands on my skin, I felt like I might combust.
“More,” I begged, reaching down to unsnap the button on my jean shorts.
“You sure?” Crypt asked.
“Oh, yes.”
He gently rolled me onto my back, pulling off my shorts and underwear in one try. Left bare to his gaze, I watched as he licked his lips before dropping onto his stomach and diving between my thighs. God, I loved it when a man was eager to eat me out. So many never tried or cared to learn what I liked.
But Crypt? He was ravenous.
His beard tickled, and I marveled at the perfect man between my legs. A god with long hair and dark ink covering his chest and arms. He got me good and wet, inserting a finger as he avoided my clit. I groaned when he sat up, ripping off his shirt. It didn’t take long for him to get naked.
When he lowered his body over mine, I stared into his eyes, feeling a shift between us that felt perfect. Like it was meant to be. He reached down to stroke his cock a couple of times before he lined up, ready to enter me.
“I don’t have a condom, but I’m clean.”
“Same. I want you, Crypt. Please.”
He slid inside me on the last word, filling and stretching me in that delicious way that bordered on pain but felt too good to want to stop. His thrusts were long and deep, coaxing my orgasm to surface as I held onto his arms. My fingers dug into his skin as he kissed me, wishing this would last and already thinking about doing this again with him.
The man knew how to move his hips. He touched that perfect spot within me, and I cried out his name when I came, jolting as he rubbed my clit and dragged out my release.
God, I could fall hard for his man. His gentleness and strength. The way he looked at me as if I was everything he could ever want. How he treated my daughter with care and made her laugh.
“Fuck, you feel good, babe. I want to stay buried inside you all night.”
I almost told him to do it, but he shuddered, filling me as he came. He spoke my name with reverence, like a prayer. After a few more strokes, he stilled, staying inside me.
Crypt brushed the hair back from my face. His body and mine were joined, and he kissed me, tangling our tongues, in no hurry for us to separate.
“Not gonna lie, beautiful. I want a lot more of this with you.”
“I do, too.”
When we finally dressed, he held me beside the campfire, and I knew I had already lost my heart to this outlaw.
