With a moan, he tugged up her T-shirt and lowered his mouth to one aching nipple and sucked.
“Oh!” Her head fell back, her hips pressing hard against his.
“Can you get off like this?” His voice was deep, rough.
“I-I don’t know.”
“How about I help?” He yanked down her zipper, slid a hand inside her panties to cup her, his fingers finding and teasing her clit. Oh, he knew what he was doing. Give the man an A for female sexual anatomy.
“You are so wet.” He slid a finger inside her, gathering her moisture, using it to stroke her clit, playing with her. “How does that feel?”
“So… good.” She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He found a rhythm, his hand working magic between her thighs until she hovered on the brink. She thrust against his hand, her body taking over, pleasure coiling tight inside her. She bit back a cry as orgasm washed through her, sweet and shimmering.
The light went out, darkness filling the space, cutting short her bliss.
They both froze, Jenna’s heart slamming in her chest, the space silent apart from their rapid breathing. Derek moved her off his lap, pushed her behind him, hand moving to his firearm.
Click.
The roar of the generator as it kicked on made Jenna shriek. She covered her ears.
The power had gone out.
Great.
“We need to go!” Derek shouted, zipping her jeans.
Jenna reached for her tunic and headscarf, the fabric of her T-shirt rubbing against aching nipples, the last ripples of her climax still fluttering through her belly.
“I’ll go out first!” He drew the pistol out of his shoulder holster.
She nodded to show him she’d understood, buttoning her tunic and tying her headscarf in place with trembling fingers. She took the box with James’ dog tags and the photo and shoved it into her pocket.
When she was ready, he unlocked the door and stepped outside, weapon in hand.
She waited, hands covering her ears until the door opened again and he motioned her outside. She stepped out into the dark and closed the heavy steel door behind her, cold wind hitting her in the face, her ears ringing. “Sorry.”
It was so quiet out here.
In the dark, she couldn’t read his expression. “Sorry for what?”
“Well, I did … butyoudidn’t.”
He leaned down close and whispered in her ear. “If you don’t think I enjoyed watching you get off, you’re wrong. You look sexy as fuck when you come.”
Jenna’s breath caught in her throat. “Really?”
No man had ever said anything like that to her before.
“Hell, yes.” Derek caught her arm with his, and they walked together around the hospital building toward the back door, boots crunching in the snow.
“You’re not sorry?”
“I should be, but I’m not. We need to be careful, Jenna. This isn’t a game.”
No, it wasn’t. If they’d been caught…