She leaned back against the hard wall of his chest, arched to press herself deeper into his hands, heat flooding her belly as he circled her already puckered nipples with his thumbs. He took his time, rubbing the aching tips with callused palms, rolling them between his finger and thumb, plucking them with his fingertips, lavishing them with attention until she was wet and aching.
She decided to take a chance. “I want you, Connor.”
“I haven’t cleaned up yet.”
“I’ll help.”
“Are you sure?”
She took one of his hands, pressed it against her racing heart. “I know you said you’d kiss me again when we got to The Hague and this was over, but I don’t know that we’re going to make it. I don’t want to wait. I want younow.”
Shanti’s wordswashed over Connor, desire punching him in the solar plexus. In terms of excuses to fuck, fear of imminent death was a pretty good one. He knew he was treading on thin ice, knew it could cost him his job, but he couldn’t seem to care. He’d promised to get her back home alive, and he intended to keep that promise. Still, he’d spent his entire adult life in conflict zones and watched more than a few good men die. Not every story had a happy ending. If he was going to die out here, he would take something of Shanti with him.
Carpe fucking Diem.
He moved outside of the mosquito netting and made quick work of getting naked, unable to take his gaze off her—those perfect breasts with their dark brown nipples, her rounded hips, her smooth brown skin, the gentle curve of her belly. His cock was already hard, impatient for her, but he was not going to rush this.
She looked him over, and he could tell that she liked what she saw, her gaze lingering on his erection in a way that made him harder. She reached for the bucket, a clean square of gauze, and a little bar of soap, and got on her knees.
He ducked beneath the mosquito netting, knelt before her, offering himself to her. She dipped the cloth in the water and then washed his face, careful not to hurt the wound on his temple. She moved onto his neck, then his shoulders and his arms, squeezing his biceps as if testing his strength. When she reached his chest, she seemed to forget what she was doing, her hands exploring his pecs, her fingers threading through his chest hair, her thumbs teasing his nipples, making his abs jerk tight.
It was the sexiest sponge bath he’d ever had—if not the most efficient.
“You having fun?”
“I’ve never met a man like you.”
“You’ve got that right.” He took the gauze from her, let her play with his body while he finished washing.
When he had finished, he drew her down to the bed, his mouth claiming hers. The two of them rolled together, locked in a scorching kiss, their legs tangling, her breasts pressing against his ribs, her hands sliding down his back to squeeze his ass. She felt so good in his arms, all fire and silk.
He broke the kiss, tasted the skin of her throat, her scent intoxicating, her pulse beating hard and fast against his lips. But he needed more of her.
He pressed kisses to her collarbone, the divot at the base of her throat, her breastbone, her heartbeat frantic against his lips. Then he cupped one lush breast, took its pebbled nipple into his mouth, and sucked.
She drew in a quick breath and moaned, her back arching, her fingers sliding into his hair. “Oh,yes.”
He went from one sweet nipple to the other and back again, sucking them to tight, swollen peaks, unable to get enough, Shanti twisting beneath him, her hips sending a message his body couldn’t ignore.
He slid one hand down the soft skin of her belly, nudged her thighs apart with his knee, then cupped her, dark curls beneath his palm, her clit already swollen.
He explored her, moaned. “You are so wet.”
She bent her knees, let them fall open. “I want you inside me.”
That’s when it hit Connor—he didn’t have a condom.
Maybe she had it covered. “Are you on the pill?”
She shook her head, looking adorably miserable. “I don’t suppose that fancy survival kit comes with condoms?”
He shook his head. “Shit.”
Need for her burned in him.
“Can you just pull out? I know it’s not the safest way, but…”
His heart gave a hard thud, some part of him stunned that she trusted him so completely. “Are you sure? I’ll do my best, but it’s risky.”