She caught his face between her palms, looked into his eyes. “Yes.”
He groaned and claimed her mouth once again with a blistering kiss that was as fierce and raw as it was perfect. She matched him stroke for stroke, tongues teasing, tasting, twining, her need every bit as desperate as his.
But he was ruthless, relentless.
She surrendered, lost in the rush of being overwhelmed by him. Needing more, she slid her palms up his chest and over his shoulders, savoring the satin texture of his skin, caressing the shifting muscles of his back.
God, even touching him turned her on.
He dragged his lips from hers and straddled her hips—and pulled her sleepshirt over her head, tossing it aside, leaving her completely naked.
His gaze dropped to her breasts then moved down her body, breath leaving his lungs in a rush when he saw she wasn’t wearing panties. He whispered words in his own language, then spoke in English. “You’re so damned beautiful.”
She shivered, her nipples drawing tight—and he hadn’t yet touched her.
Then a big hand closed over each breast, and she arched into him, her eyes drifting shut as he toyed with her nipples, palming her, circling her areolas with his thumbs, grazing the sensitive tips, his touch sending darts of arousal to her belly.
Oh, she wanted him, heat building between her thighs.
“Jason.” She moaned his name, opened her eyes just a sliver, and found him watching her, his pupils dilated, a smile on his lips.
She sucked in a breath, watching him as he watched the effect he had on her, the heat between her thighs now incandescent. “You’re tormenting me.”
He chuckled, gave her breasts a gentle squeeze. “I hate to tell you, but it’s going to get worse before it gets better.”
Then he stretched out beside her, lowered his head, and sucked an aching nipple into the heat of his mouth.
“Oh, God.” She moaned, her eyes closing again, her fingers sliding into his short hair. It feltsogood as he feasted on one nipple and then the other, his lips tugging on her, the sharp edges of his teeth teasing her, his tongue flicking her. The heat inside her became a backdraft, her body twisting beneath him, her hips rocking upward, her body instinctively seeking release.
Without realizing it, she crossed her thighs and squeezed.
He slid a hand down her belly, nudged her thighs apart, and cupped her. “You’ve got to let me in.”
“Yes!”That’s what she wanted—him inside her.
She bent her knees, let her thighs fall open for him.
“That’s better.” He went to work on her, fingers parting her, exploring her, finding …justthe right spot. “Like that?”
“Mmm, yes.”
Then his mouth closed over her nipple once more.
The combined sensations rocked Winona, sexual need like a fever now, his clever fingers driving her to the brink. She heard herself babble a mixture of Lakota and English, words mingling with moans. “Waste´ ksto´… aah … so good …aké… more …oh,Jason.”
Then he slid a finger inside her, stroking her inside and out.
She moaned his name, each deep thrust carrying her higher until she was hanging on the shimmering edge of an orgasm. And then she was soaring, the bliss of climax rushing through her, lifting her up, giving her body wings, then leaving her to float slowly back to earth.
When she opened her eyes, she found him still watching her, his eyes dark, the hint of a smile on his face. “Welcome back, beautiful.”
Chapter 13
Jason was an idiot.He’d led the two of them around this corner. Yes, Winona had come willingly, but he had started it.
Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. Watching her open up for him, seeing the bliss on her sweet face when she’d come—it had left him feeling more alive than he’d felt in months, not to mention horny as hell.
Maybe you should stop here. This doesn’t have to go any further.