A Thrill To Remember. Lori Wilde
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a wig.”
“What color is your real hair?” he asked, aching to dispose of the wig and plunge his fingers through her sleek locks.
“Let’s not ruin the fantasy.”
“All right.”
He cradled her in his arms, all the while plumbing her ripe, rich mouth. She responded in kind, sending the flames of his libido higher and higher with each flick of her fiendish tongue. Her fingers traced enticing circles over his face and along the edge of his mask. He could feel the steady drubbing of her heart. He stared down into her eyes and felt himself falling, falling, falling.
Playfully, Klondike Kate bit his bottom lip and growled low in her throat, sending his control shattering into a million pieces.
“I need….” she whispered, and that was all she said. It was all she needed to say because he understood her perfectly.
“I know.”
His arousal matched hers. Their intrepid game had generated a craving in him he feared might never be sated, and he knew without words that she felt the same way.
Her lips parted and her eyes remained transfixed on his as if she were mesmerized. Slowly, she lifted her hands and softly traced her fingertips along his mouth. Her feathered touch triggered a reaction in him so potent he was ready to explode. As the real Don Juan most assuredly would have, Caleb took advantage of the situation and surrendered to his basic male instincts.
He kissed her again.
Soft, slow and sweet. Gently, tenderly. He knew if he didn’t approach this with care, his control would be shot.
Easy. Take it easy.
But what an almost impossible task it was not to slake their desire with rough, spontaneous pleasure.
“The skaters’ cabin,” she whispered.
“What?”
She nodded toward the clearing. “I saw a skaters’ cabin near the pond. This time of year it’s sure to be empty, and far more comfortable than the forest floor.”
He stared at her, incredulous. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Bending down, she retrieved her fallen purse, tucked it under her arm, then raised her head to meet his gaze.
“Take me,” she said.
4
HE SCOOPED HER into his arms, carried her through the forest and into the clearing.
It felt like a dream, a fantasy, a fairy-tale romance.
Without the happily ever after ending, of course. But that was okay. She didn’t believe in happily ever after anymore. What she believed in now was living in the moment.
She wanted wild, mind-blowing sex and lots of it. She wanted to prove once and for all that she was not a lousy lay. She wanted to explore, experiment and enjoy. She wanted to reach for and achieve her maximum potential as a woman.
His boots clattered on the wooden steps to the cabin. Giggling, she reached out to open the door and he carried her over the threshold like a virgin bride—cherished, treasured, prized.
The cabin, which would have no electricity until the pond froze over for the winter and Caleb or one of the other naturalists brought over a generator from the ranger’s station, was awash in darkness.
Don Juan set her on her feet and put out a hand to steady her. Even with moonlight slanting across the wooden floor, she could barely make out the shape of a sofa pushed against the wall. Then he closed the door behind them, smothering all light and plunging them into blackness so thick Meggie caught her breath. The utter darkness disoriented her. It was too dense, too absolute.
His heady masculine scent enveloped her, drowning out the musty, stale cabin smell. Leather, oranges, cinnamon, licorice and a bracing woodsy aroma. His large hand tightened around hers and he slowly waltzed her toward the sofa. They knew they’d arrived at their destination when their shins brushed against the vinyl material. He eased her down on the seat, then let go of her hand and stepped away.
“Don Juan?” Fear and excitement in an invigorating combination charged through her.
Nothing.
She inhaled shakily. The vinyl was cool and slick against her barely clothed bottom. Meggie strained to hear sounds of him moving. A whispered breath, a creaky floorboard.
“Are you still there?”
Nothing.
Then from out of the ether, a heavy hand settled on her right knee.
She jerked.
Because she could neither see nor hear anything, the hand seemed disconnected, detached, the touch of a phantom lover straight from some erotic hallucination. Warm fingers crept up her knee to her inner thigh.
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