“Is that a ‘yes’?”
“Yes.”
He unzipped her jeans, slipped a hand inside her panties, moaned. “God, you’re already wet.”
She might have said something, but he found her clit. Oh, he hadn’t forgotten anything he’d learned about her body the other night, sweet strokes making her ache. Soon, she was grinding against his hand, the first glow of orgasm building inside her.
Un-freaking-believable.
Abruptly, he stepped back, jerked off her jeans and panties, and unzipped his fly, letting his erection spring free. Then he grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her off her feet. “Wrap your leg around my waist.”
His voice was gruff, his eyes dark.
She tried to do what she’d seen in the sculpture, wrapping one leg around him while standing on the other, but he was too tall, her left leg dangling. “To hell with it.”
She wrapped both legs around him, moaning with pleasure when he thrust himself into her. It felt so good,sogood, his deep thrusts striking that sensitive place inside her.
She came hard and fast, her cry lost in the noise of the jungle.
Jaw tight, he withdrew, set her on her feet. Shanti knelt before him, finished him with her hand, his head falling back on a moan as he came.
He rocked on his feet, reached out with one arm to steady himself, palm against the column. He leaned in, pressed a kiss to her nose. “You are too much.”
“Are you telling me you’ve never had hot jungle sex before?”
“Apart from you? No. I’ve only ever been in the jungle with sweaty men, and they’re not my type.”
“Well, I’ve never come that fast before.”
“Really?” He frowned. “We need to talk about the kind of men you date.”
“There haven’t been many.”
“Good.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Why should I be jealous of losers who couldn’t make you come?”
Shanti’s knees turned to jelly.
He got out the towelettes, helped her clean up and dress. “Time to go. Today is going to be a long day. I’ll fill you in along the way.”